The Myth of Me

When Poetry meets Myth

Loving You is Hard Work

Loving you is hard work Keeping up with your ego A tempest you are one day Calm and receptive the next Self-inflicted flaws For which you may incriminate me But yet I love you, though hard work As you age, not so gracefully Hopeful memories That the good old days shall be back And I will … Continue reading Loving You is Hard Work

Alone, Alone I Will Go

This week's Dungeon Prompts challenge is Until Our Last Breath. What would I imagine thinking about as I take my final breaths. This is not something I tend to write about, and whatever did form in my mind made me cry and was too personal to share. If you notice with my poetry, I don't … Continue reading Alone, Alone I Will Go


For about 3 or 4 days, I kept remembering a song vaguely. I had forgotten its name, in addition I couldn't recollect the band. All I remembered was it was definitely a 70's band and either the band or the song itself started with the letter "S". I tried not to think about it, but … Continue reading Unlearning

an imperfect god

just as I seek to better myself, so god also strives for improvement he must seek ways to make himself known to the questioning young minds, and those who no longer believe refusing to accept fate’s cruelty destruction disease disability surely which creator would torment its own creation thus? and so god must innovate steadily … Continue reading an imperfect god

The Look of Love

Love looks like yesterday The skipping rope cast away As recess ended in school And Travolta's eyes were so blue Those boys in flared trousers Like knights in shining armours When in discos we actually went to dance And books made us believe in romance You looked pretty enough in your own skin Not yet … Continue reading The Look of Love

An Innocent Monster

anger is an innocent monster slipping out in an instant hurting without intending to too arrogant for apologies cruel, but blameless for it was bred in an uncontrolled mind that lives in the past fretting of the future anger is little more than ego's response the slightest dent sets a blinding rage silence our pride … Continue reading An Innocent Monster

Disequilibrium – The Price of Civilization

I am re-posting my poem Disequilibrium as a response to Dungeon Prompt the price of civilization  Disequilibrium Straightened back, learnt to walk on two Reached for the highest fruit Tamed fire, sharpened your mind Instinct on mute Trekked over lands, navigated waters Cruised through the air There would have been plenty, all to live in … Continue reading Disequilibrium – The Price of Civilization

Through the eyes of a 12 year old

The title for Dungeon Prompts Week 11 is Peace - Just a word? What does it mean to you? Well whenever I hear the word "Peace" I immediately think of the poem my daughter aged 12 at the time wrote. If I tried, I could not express "Peace" in a better way. In particular, I … Continue reading Through the eyes of a 12 year old

I am entitled to…

I am entitled to… …express my rage disappointment and disgust I am entitled to… …protest at what you steal right before my eyes I am entitled to… …peace and justice and hope for my children (not just yours) I am entitled to… …plan for tomorrow without obstruction of today After all… I contribute towards Your … Continue reading I am entitled to…