by Peter Bruffell | Mar 9, 2008 | Poetry
Temper raging far within Like a burning tempest fire. A diamond scratched upon the glass, A rabbit snared in wire. It bubbles up from far below Like a boiling cauldron pot By the time it reaches to the head, The cause is near forgot’. But still the temper rages on, In...
by Peter Bruffell | Mar 5, 2008 | Poetry
I saw an Angel, standing near My bedpost one dark night, When I first set my eyes on her, She was such a wondrous sight. She then smiled at me so softly And caressed my furrowed brow, She spoke in a tongue so strange to me But I understood her; anyhow. “Do not be...
by Peter Bruffell | Mar 1, 2008 | Poetry
Rising fishes in the pond Everyday I feed, I have the food to keep them near, So I give them all they need. They come whenever I walk by, Like children, clinging tight. They sleep with eyes, still open wide And pass away the night. In a million years, when man has...
by Peter Bruffell | Feb 27, 2008 | Poetry
They’re diggin’ a hole for me down in the ground, Under that tree, just where I was found, They’re diggin’ it deep, so deep you can’t see, Down to the bottom; where they will lay me, They’re making a box, not so far away, With hammer and nail, but no lining in-lay....
by Peter Bruffell | Feb 24, 2008 | Poetry
A Policeman patient was on the ward one day, To have his cartilage cut away. He was six feet tall, weighed sixteen stone, The kind of man when in trouble you’d phone. In bed seven, he did stay, He laughed and joked the day away. Christine and Justin had him in their...
