Tag Archives: poems

“The Oak” by Dawn D

3 Replies

Thank you to Dawn D for kind permission to reproduce her poem, “The Oak”. The below is copyright and may not be reproduced without the explicit permission of Dawn D. Dawn’s blog is currently private. You can, however contact Dawn to request access.

The Oak

Die Eiche

Ich bin die Eiche.
Ich bin das Eichhörnchen, ich bin der Vogel, die in dieser Eiche leben.
Ich bin die Frau, die unter dieser Eiche vergewaltigt wurde.
Ich bin der Mann, der ab dieser Eiche gehängt wurde.
Ich bin der Wind, der durch die Blätter dieser Eiche fließt.
Es gibt keine Zeit, nur Ewigkeit.
Ich bin frei, ich bin stark. Ich bin Ich!

The oak

I am the oak.
I am the squirrel, I am the bird, that live in that oak.
I am the woman who got raped under that oak.
I am the man who got hung from that oak.
I am the wind that flows through the leaves of that oak.
There is no time, only eternity.
I am free, I am strong. I am Me!

(For the original post please visit, https://dawnsnight.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/poetry-2/).

Serpent

4 Replies

A serpent with a smooth tongue
Did feel
The heel
Of a girl’s shoe
As through
The grass
It slithered.
The girl quivered
But knew not she had been stung
By one who lives among
Rakes in suits
Who’s boots
Will trample a maiden’s heart.
She had not the art
To comprehend
The depths to which man will descend
Nor how he does attain his fell ends.

Poetry reading on Tuesday 7 June, at 7:45 pm, at the Y-Tuesday poetry event

3 Replies

I will be attending the Y-Tuesday poetry reading event on Tuesday 7 June, at 7:45 pm where I will be reading some of my poetry. If you are in the vicinity please do pop in to hear me and other poets reading our work. For details of Y-Tuesday events please visit (https://www.facebook.com/ytuesday.poetry).

Kevin

Of pigs and philosophers

2 Replies

Is it better to be a contented pig
And dig
In the mire,
Or a rich man who’s every desire
Is met
And yet
Each new toy
Brings but a fleeting joy?

Or is it preferable to be a philosopher who thinks
And ever further sinks
Into a slough of Despond?
How should one respond
To such a question, other than to interrogate the mind
For an answer it is impossible to find?

—

The above was prompted by this post, (https://alittledaydreamer.com/2016/05/30/do-we-need-the-answers-to-everything/)

Utopia

Leave a reply

I saw Utopia like some bright star.
It burned far
Away and the nearer
I drew the clearer
It shonne on bones white
That glistened in it’s baileful light.

I saw man, his head in a book,
He dained not to look
At the earth but dwelt
In a world of ideas and felt
That if only man would conform to his abstract theory
This planet dreary
Would become a paradise, where man would reach for the sky.

As time passed he wondered why
The star
Was just as far
Away
As the day
On which he first read Marx or some other sage.
The theorists’s rage
He did mark
With tombstones stark
Which the idealist built
Employing the spilt
Tears of men
Who when
He spoke of Utopia shook their heads
With dread.

One Utopia has fled
Yet the blood that bled
Will blead
Again
If terror’s reign
Remains unconstrained
By the knowledge of past pain.

To my Dog, Trigger

23 Replies

trigger-in-his-bed

My dog yelps in his sleep.
Can a canine weep?
And what thoughts of joy or pain
Pass through his sleeping brain?

In an exstasy of sound and smell
You dwell.
The freshly roasted chicken, just out of reach is sheer hell
To my friend
Who’s end
Is food and play.

Your day
Will not be so long as mine,
Yet we humans whine
While you in the moment live
And give such love
To your god above
Who sits envying you your state of grace.
Would that I could change place
With you
My friend true.

The Internet of Things

Leave a reply

“The Blackbird on the wing, so sweetly sings
And brings
Joy to we two
Who
Through
These wild flowers
Walk and talk,
Whiling away many an hour”.

But she put no store
In my words
Nor in the singing of the birds,
Which went unheard,
For the ring
She wore
Was connected to the Internet of Things.