Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green...
Beneath your skin, Dark and lovely connubial vials Hold ancient songs buried in liquid deep A serenade in the Serengeti A sunrise on distant hills Shedding light on black and...
I toil night and day leaving no room for rest; For I thought to myself, ‘Rest is for those whom idleness have impressed’. So I turned an owl at night...
No Poetry could… Describe the beads of sweat, That form rivulets on Lamy’s back like dew. Explain how joy overflows In tears from eyes that have held sadness. Fathom how...
At fifty six, What song could we sing? When wheats are so few, And bowls hardly get their dues? What song could we sing? When feet are feeble, And hands...
Echo remains where... Hearts used to beat Laughter filled the air Songs had wings Skies had rainbows Rivers held fish Mountains stood proud Trees danced a tune Winds blew the...
[caption id="attachment_4165" align="aligncenter" width="310"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Poetry And Simplicity][/caption]What is you take on poetry and simplicity? Should poetry be simple or should high sounding words, complexities be introduced? "Some people think...