The Eagle Woman saw a vision and dreamed dreams about the gathering of the ingenious sons and daughters of the land to have conversations around
Category: Poetry
Let’s sing a new song that is old, to remember the old ways and old days, when life was worth living, when the cost
Right from childhood, I have searched for the light because I was told that in light could salvation be found. In one light house, there
Wet Wait Weight Whet Waiting has weight which whets the weaning power of the wet stone. Win Wean Ween Weaned from their winning ways, Winchester
I am a poet, I know what beauty is. Beauty is the pain that fades when love invades a darkened space. Beauty is the horse
Love makes me weak. Love weakens the mind of the strong Adonis, When Venus turns furious and unserious; the tantrums, the spasms, the aches, the
Another Christmas without Christ. Another celebration with the celebrant absent. Where is the Christ in Christmas? I have seen Drinkmas and Foodmas, I have witnessed
Finding joy in motion, Savouring the thrill of speed, Living life on the go, Reflecting on light speed years Thinking of home in exile Where
Young and sturdy youth, Living in existential splendour, Regaled in economic and political glory, Revered among his peers, A father of 36, Blessed with a
These sea masquerades are creating unnecessary ripples in a calm pool, Making talented youths live like sand arts. Today they are here Looking strong and