by Richard Gildea | Mar 2, 2016 | Poetry
Midst cobbl’d streets o’ London, plied their trade (Connected by dank passage hid from view) Twas here ‘The Demon Barber’ scraped his blade Whilst she the ‘Baker’s Wife’ shaped pastry too In ‘penny dreadful’ was their story told As men of substance met with...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
There is a “Starman waiting in the sky” So oft’ he’d dreamed of openly, thru song With “Major Tom” (who once bid Earth goodbye) This “Man Who Sold the World” doth now belong Androgynous, when ‘Ziggy’ chose to reign Yon “Rebel, Rebel” had so much to say Thru many...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
Tho I am wont to walk thru dreams at night Reality is just one blink away Whilst free to roam; engaged with each delight Awareness comes when light fills out the day Tis poets’ realm I seek past midnight hour Yon place which comes alive by dipping quill Where fairy...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
Of one whose lips (so soft) I’d dared to part Who touch’d my life in ways beyond express’ Is now both held in dreams and in my heart Doth fill the void existing to excess Tho dark the nights of Winter (loss may bring) I lightly turn to days once ushered in Midst...
by Richard Gildea | Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry
Whilst some may search forever and a day In finding one compared to fragrant rose “Across a crowded room” twud seem cliché When set against romantic poets prose Yet there you where (as oft’ I’m wont to quote) At peace with self amongst respectful throng Twas then...
