Old Friend
Old Friend In the park On one of his age-old Daily walks, he stops To watch a game He remembers, In the rain, and The ball rolls out of play… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Old Friend In the park On one of his age-old Daily walks, he stops To watch a game He remembers, In the rain, and The ball rolls out of play… Continue Reading
I can’t believe this illness is lasting for such a long time. I’m taking antibiotics now, but only after a long face-to-face discussion with the GP. And, yes, it was… Continue Reading
After The End The first day after the end, She threw away everything that Couldn’t be burned or eaten or Drunk or used as a weapon or To build something… Continue Reading
one day other than being obsessed with her he had no thoughts on each morning over breakfast when he could he drew overly simple pictures of her visions of her… Continue Reading
Being For the best reasons We become parents. The meaning of life is to make better things, To live it fully. They grow and away, Too often on the other… Continue Reading
I did actually write a mastoprompt poem yesterday, just ran out of time to post it. So here are two. The first one is a continuation of “Preamble” from 6th… Continue Reading
Preamble “Before we really get started,” She said, having removed his clothes And put them next to the bed In a neat pile by hers, “we have To agree that… Continue Reading
That Universal Truth Surprised by the desire For once not to rush, the Ambitious young poet, Always on the search for Another universal truth, Slows his pace to match His… Continue Reading
Still got a streaming cold. Still got shin splints. Still pissed off with the world. But, hey, poetry and music. Holly Head – No Gain The White Roses – Bound… Continue Reading
Context This history, memory On memory, scales on The reptile of time, Layer on layer, Builds into something The present can’t deal With alone, shrouded In funeral colours, The grief… Continue Reading