by Chris Duncan | May 10, 2012 | Poetry
There is some things that are most fine Precious and dear to someone Will cease to be, simply gone over the passage of time With a splendid spread, one sits to dine Tastes, aromas fleetingly floating free Then there is no food, nothing left to see with the passage of...
by Chris Duncan | Nov 21, 2011 | Poetry
Keeper of the croft Fresh hay gathered and stored in the loft The land he doth work with honourable hand For many of the hour-glass’s grain of sand Keeper of the lighthouse Often in solitude, no place for a spouse He doth ensure the light shone out yonder So ship ahoy...
by Chris Duncan | Nov 14, 2011 | Poetry
Of a father, dear and cherished Piggy backs no more, he has perished Of a Mother, beautiful. Caring and sweet Getting home, no longer her smile will greet Of a Sister, older or young No longer able to play and have fun Of a brother who looked after me No more...
by Chris Duncan | Nov 8, 2011 | Poetry
There is a side to my home town Which when I think on it, I feel down It’s sorry miserable and dark Flowing like fog, from streets and park There is a menace abroad Spilling onto the street, a host, a hoard At night it is worse still It is not just wind that gives me...
by Chris Duncan | Nov 6, 2011 | Poetry
The Boiling angry sky building far above Darkness descends as the sun is swallowed The air feels prickly and thick with malice We will soon witness the gods and drink from their chalice There is a deep rumble felt across the land As it signals the start of this...
