oh starlight shine down sad upon these waters / to bring to my eyes shimmering sparks / winking throughout the night. / oh reflected glow of…
A tiny spark / In an instant leaves explode / Crackle and pop, as they burn / Soon the undergrowth is alight / As the flames climb the tr…
This was my first real attempt at writing a poem (with a few edits here and there). I got inspired whilst working as a teacher when I was lucky enough to sit in on a fellow teachers class. She was giving a lesson on how to write poetry to a group of kids in Year 3-6 and was so inspirational I just had to go home and write something myself. I give all credit to this teacher for inspiring me to start writing.
What is required then, I believe, are the “sparks” of humor that are presented at the exact moment to ‘emit’ internal combustion in the ‘…
Essay on ‘proper maintenance’ of humor in the soul of the living.
What is it? / That makes us a team / Of grit / Of determination / Of skill / Of synergy
then in youth burns bright / intent on leaving its mark
My thoughts on how life has similar phases to a fire
There is something keeping warm, way down there in the dark, like a shadow taking form only needs a single spark…
This is another ‘caricature poem’, in which the implied speaker is an older street-person.
One must come to read again
A brief sweep of wind and a poem of few words
Shadow People in a land of your own / Watching but not wanting to be known / Gruesome as an evil knight / Failing to go to the light / Tr…
Thank you, Julie!!! / Please check out my friend Julie Mark’s other awesome artwork & writings on the RB /
Chemistry boils, / pulls us closer.
first kiss… (possibly leading to something more…?)
Eyes are windows 2 the soul, / But we should know when 2 get the goal, / Need no help, Thank You I will go / alone, Hands too warm don’t nee…
Written atleast 2 years ago, / Abstract
Alway looking for the light, he fell to the pavement, reached for a hand and closed his fist. The gutter loomed higher as he tried to lif…
November, / Fall’s final curtain…
After the glorious golden lights of Sept & Oct comes leaden November. / Not my favourite time of year. We Scots struggle with the lack of sunlight as it is….so this was a dodgy attempt at a poetic rant!! : )
I have been following the wonderful and enthralling story, installment by installment of the *Eggsecution...
It was a moonless night and the fire was high against the darkness. The air was cold, but the heat from the flames kept back the frost an…
Part Two
Creeping on the floor and up the walls; / With all my might and soul,
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He worked without reprise. The boat took him away from everything – friends, family, life. He worked through the endless night, adding wo…
Part One
The promise of you fell from heaven while I was daydreaming one day. / There was I, in my car waiting for the coloured light’s consent…
I have reposted this as it will be my son’s birthday soon…turning seven but I can still remember that moment when I was driving that day. / / Somethings in this life are known…..years before they come into the light of day. This is about a summer’s day many years ago for me.
Cold and white, the sterile room / Doubts still clouded his mind / An unspoken fear deep inside / From somewhere came that first cry Wrap…
Written for Masterpieces : Literary Workshop’s Memory Challenge. This poem is about my husband and our grandson’s birth.
Deafened by choice / I disappear again. / Gotta be at work now anyway. / Back in the car – morning sun on my face / cold air hits my lungs. / ...
Visual interpretation.
In the sands of your mind / Walk a desert / Run behind
Love or let go…
He should have felt more comfortable. / A story written by Solar Zorra and John Braxton Sparks
A Family goes camping in the woods. / A story by Solar Zorra and John Braxton Sparks / copyright2009by Solar Zorra and John Braxton Sparks
All the words of thought of men / Hidden within their own delivery
The monument mount, Tara, in Ireland is being dug up again, mainly for a road; some think the Arc of the Covenent is burried their. I don’t think anyone remembers what the Arc is or represents. Would there be an out cry tomorrow if Michael Jacksons tomb was dug up…. Some of my ancestors are buried at Tara.
Salvia Divinorum’s leaves contain one of the strongest hallucinogenics in the natural world
Rumors, fights, and stupid bullshit. / High school. / It runs like the alphabet in more than one way. / You are “A” and your goal is “Z”. / T…
One of the first poems I’ve ever written. / Everyone knows how high school is, and you can’t deny that this completely describes it. / Perfectly.
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