I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
The brave warrior Serves one, terrible master: Insatiable death
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Poets
Alone I remain Unfit for any other Way of being here
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Beware the orange troll, my little lads and lasses, Lest his eyes fix on your assets, your labor or your asses! The lips that lie, and hunger for all things
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Poets
Take away respect There can be no trust and no Sincere devotion
Propriety permits propinquity Provided that all our drawers stay up Selecting art's harmless society We taste of, but do not drain, lust's warm cup
You will wonder how this can be the world You will believe in elaborate lies with perfect sincerity Your dutiful patience will be a fat vein for hungry teeth
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Poets
The raucous gratitude of starved ravens Drowns out the quiet speech of sanity All of our warm, familiar, clean havens Become cold, arid, hostile and filthy
Slay your enemies Thus will you inspire those Who yearn for revenge
By D. J. Reddall10 days ago in Poets
Here is no synonym of loneliness Solitude suffonsifies and sustains I feel evening’s mischievous caress My modest light, a sparkling watch maintains
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Poets
Why do you mistake Your desire for things for Proof you deserve them?
By D. J. Reddall17 days ago in Poets
The river speculates about the footprints Fluent in many dialects of flow Across the surface, a remote sun glints Who was this walker, swanning to and fro?
When we think we are Improvising, we may be Parroting parents
By D. J. Reddall20 days ago in Poets
