I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Ares, god of war Stay your bloody sword and grant Tired mortals peace
By D. J. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
Misunderstanding Womb of a thousand evils Withers as you read
By D. J. Reddall20 days ago in Poets
Jesters who reveal Ugly truths with their jesting Are soon rushed offstage
Some argue that meaning comes from context Web means one thing to a tech billionaire Another to an arachnophobe, vexed;
By D. J. Reddall21 days ago in Poets
It remains fresh, clear Dawn made of magpie gossip You whispered, "Come on."
It is obvious: I have failed again I sought in vain to choose these words for you Each one a soft, cool kiss for your sad brain
By D. J. Reddall22 days ago in Poets
Perhaps we are all The results of very small Tedious group work
It is possible Passionately to believe In great illusions
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
Is intimacy Just a joke that only two Minds can really get?
Once you have begun The end rushes to meet you Make it seem fitting
Two hundred stories: Sonnets, haikus, ekphrastics; Vocal, I remain! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By D. J. Reddall24 days ago in Poets
His omniscient imagination Rules kings, seduces virgins, slays soldiers His songs forged the soul of this proud nation