[caption id="attachment_6678" align="aligncenter" width="392"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Friendship][/caption]Holding hands across the sea Friends are what we wish to be I feel your heart I know your soul Yes, in life we...
[caption id="attachment_6666" align="aligncenter" width="399"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Valor][/caption] In one of my very loose wanderings I crawled into what I felt was my past Through the forbidden path of lust I mended...
[caption id="attachment_6665" align="aligncenter" width="381"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Penance][/caption]To every soul I have seeded a kiss And every rust left on your lips To lust burnt in childish feat Forgive I plead To...
[caption id="attachment_6659" align="aligncenter" width="385"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Blood On The Moon][/caption] The river Overflows Not with water From yesterday's rain But with blood Innocent blood There is blood Everywhere Here, there And...
[caption id="attachment_6632" align="aligncenter" width="335"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Still Birthday][/caption]You were the desirous Prayer answered in moment Of serendipitous discovery The miracle that came alive Day by day In joyous fluttering Here and...
[caption id="attachment_6628" align="aligncenter" width="379"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [A Mug Of Espresso][/caption]In pricking silence, I cogitate; A mug of espresso to oppress my gut, Encapsulated hot, in my palm. From threshold to denouement,...
[caption id="attachment_6613" align="aligncenter" width="419"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [The Story That Never Happened][/caption]A graceful lass the joy of her dad the ecstasy of her mom with a future bright as the morning sun...
[caption id="attachment_6610" align="aligncenter" width="430"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [But Mum, Why][/caption]But mom, why? Why do you detest me so much? Did you and dad not engineer my coming? Is it my fault that...
[caption id="attachment_6596" align="aligncenter" width="386"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [The Proud Agriculturist][/caption]Many say I am just a farmer Some call me a bushman Others say I am a gardener They go as far...