by Bernard Pearson | May 26, 2020 | Poetry
The hand that had caressed himNow held a pen she kept for best.When she was a child,she would lose herself,In the cloudy blue grey swirls of its shaft.The words would not come at first.Then hesitantly they arrived.‘much appreciated’; ‘great comfort’;So...
by Richard Gildea | Jan 19, 2015 | Poetry
“Now you see him, now…….” Where earth doth bind his bones beneath my feet No more to see the precious light of day He lies alone; no stone with words to greet No cross which marks; nor message to convey Anonymous in death was last request No wish for...
by Terry Alexander | Jan 17, 2015 | Poetry
Because you left so suddenly And we are left behind The only sound we hear today In our collective mind Is Hearts, still beating, though they’re broken Because we didn’t get the chance To tell you when we could We who are left must silently Repeat the words we should...
by Richard Gildea | Jan 15, 2015 | Poetry
Will we remember life, when passing on? Or does it mark the end of conscious thought I’ve often pondered friends (now sadly gone) Through ‘Prayer and Plea’ (such answers have I sought) Do they perceive existence as lived out? Awareness of our each and every move...
by Angela Nightingale | Jan 7, 2015 | Poetry
Round and round, the horses go, dizzily, breathlessly, taking me with them, Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low. The barrel-organ music plays a jolly tune, but a discordant sound to my ears. I step down from off the merry-go-round and sit, on...
