Poetry: The Fisherman by Liam As simple folk we cast lines, times nets Not out, but into our depths Sweeping those tepid waters of the soul Seeking for food the nutrition of life Yes, my body eats yet, that feeds me not It’s heaven into which my lines are cast Seeking to solve this transient…
Poetry: Alone by Liam Being alone is a fallacy For as those around your space, Share their independence, find grace, I’m left alone to verity. So we move peacefully closer to whom We intrinsically already are Believe in this or not Gods given grace requires placidity The thundering power of Peace when alone Peace when…
Poetry: A Simple Question by Liam I ask a simple question I hear a simple lie Why is the box important, when we die? To be so enchanted By what we possess Is all about another place, yet care we less? The body is of substance, it’s made with blood with bone Within these halls…
Poetry: The Quill by Liam Roll out the story book of your biography Each chapter subject to inspection reflection Each incident a recitation of whom Is writing your poetry Be, the quill dipped daily into life’s ink Fine lined scripture capturing contours of this and that Let God be my author, The writers hand which…
Poetry: Ark by Liam Your very nature is a consequence of these two worlds Be an ark, riding upon the flow of time Carrying the invisible, while moulding these smoldering days of infinitesimal loneliness Creating each new aspect as a companion Who’s presence not only confounds, but contributes Which also refines, then defines the situation…
