Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Fred Claus
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging
Think
Nobody knew when he slept, when he went and came, All we knew, was that ‘Tanker’ Ralph was his name, That he would be at the docks hours before the boat, A decade-long dream, the only sound from his throat.
Yes & No
It is surprising how two little words can play with your life, Like frozen butter being teased by a serrated knife, They hang on at the tip of a person’s tongue, And then vanish like the tune of a paean
Sad Cypress
A few years ago, they took me away, cuffed and chained, Only doing their duty, they knew not how much it pained, Days, weeks, months I have sat, staring at the bars, Awaiting the day to fly and converse with