His name was Steve Small of stature long dark hairfriend of a frienda little forlornlook in his eyesthat sadness it penetrates deep into the soul I drove byHe was standing thereagainst that wallhe peered into the carI wavedClimb insideWhere do you want to go?Do you need a ride? I knew that streetthat cornerstanding against that wallI knew those boys weren’tpeering …
Peace Silently I listen to the beating of my heart the peace moves around me flows through me caresses my soul gratitude envelopes me then evolves into peace once more my heart has been touched and my soul has been healed silently I thank the Lord again, in the quiet of the night Original poem by Laura Lane, First published …
Guardians of the Land Row upon row standing sentinel wind swept snow covered feet firmly rooted reverent heads bowed to the winter sun ears stung by bitter cold cradled in brittle fingers hardened casualties of time Forlorn heroes solemnly maintaining their rank fighting against the wind’s forceful blow never abandoning fealty sown in the …
Winter Blanket A shimmering blanket of snow lays there peaceful and cold enveloping the house in its chilly embrace covered in little sparkling diamonds its edges folded precariously over the eves eagerly awaiting the opportunity to tumble slowly crashing like a wave in one swift motion so it can smother the flowerbeds below covering them until spring. Original poem by …
I am the Light I am the Light blazing down on the desert sand glowing florescent at the bottom of the ocean filling the night sky as a canopy of little diamonds I am as tiny as a firefly and as powerful as a laser beam I flood the stage with colour and gently peek through …
