Father and Son |
Father and Son:Modern Proverbs--Part OneIConsider no man alivewho nurtures not withinhis child at fiveIIA penny saved is a penny earnedonly if leverage you have learnedIIIThere are more passions in a ... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:54:00 PST |
Dawn Sky |
I rose at dawn today as usualto sit in silence outsideonly to be floodedby silver white shine of the full moondescending to the west.Captured, captivatedby this caress,I stood and gazed,light of body ... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 04:59:00 PST |
Will Blogs Topple The Tyrant Tower? |
The bullies in Burma have dug in.bolting the gates in their fortress of fear;Their bluster, in weapons' firing pin,is click nervous as marchers draw near.Now deaf to reason and blind to tears,their ty... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 12:46:00 PST |
To the Bullies in Burma |
How now, silly scared boys, you standadamant as one pointed phalanx of fear,the closed fist of your demandfor us to meekly run and scatter.We came together here to touchyour hardened hearts, to reachy... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 06:09:00 PST |
Eros |
A Body's cravingfor a Spirit's yearning?For Soul to soarfree within its core?OrMarvel of a metaphor?portal to a paradiseto explore?OrHallucinogen hallowed, hardlyheavenly nor heart's hearth,hopeless h... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 04:03:00 PST |
I Chance Upon Your Book Today |
I chance upon your book today(which I sent for you to write on).I open it, eager to read thereonall what you truly want to say.So pleased to find your pearls, my dear.(precious, pure, and rare in afte... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 04:56:00 PST |
Her Society |
The soul selects her own society,says my terse, true poet Emily.
My beloved, she keeps a companyof charmed courtiers: poets, artists,thinkers, adventurers in the seaof art, of knowledge, of all lists... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 01:41:00 PST |
A Death That Makes No Sense |
Some lives are ended. Some just end.Some deaths make sense.Others stun reason;Make minds bend.An invisible gate when open,brings surprise so sudden;But when bidden brings,delivers definite deletion.I... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 12:52:00 PST |
Birth of the Winged Child |
To all my friends here: You may have noticed during the past month that in 'Status' I posted some extreme mood swings--from 'ecstatic' to 'depressed'. Normal, par for the... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 04:07:00 PST |
A Farewell to Mubeena |
If your silence be
that of scorn---
what of that?
The promised sun
which climbed one early morn
but fell to midnight
before it was noon
will rise again and again
and again
till my hope is blasted
a... Posted by Fred-is-Will on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 06:43:00 PST |