one misty thought

  sifting over misty mountain sliding along horizons silently . . mesmerisingly an allowing point converging in the rising steamy coolness delivering from somewhere deep inside a peaking breath to shake the soul a little cavalier, axe wielding, idea chipping away at the grave clinging…. a positive clearing exposing crisp and naked blue  

The Coffee House

    A spider, centred on graceful feet, is watching me.   Anticipation shimmies, poetry and bitter glee!   The gurgling, mud-speckled machine is righteous, it preaches to silver kettle with ferocity.   The toaster is coy.   Fork and spoon people quiver.   Glass soldiers clink in their morning cupboard.   Orchids celebrate thisContinue reading “The Coffee House”

Backyard In The Morning When Thinking About My Mum

  Blue dog has brown eyes Love is a fact.   Sneaky birds stand tall.   Blue dog sniffs the tree, scratches with her paw, then stretching she turns her attention to froth at the bottom of my cup.   SIGH   Clothes relax on the line   broken gun   just colour now and fluorescent lizardContinue reading “Backyard In The Morning When Thinking About My Mum”

Morning Earth

  Deep breath clears the words so, like full cocoons they split and flutter off. Morning earth makes small gestures moist fragrant whispers dance persistently in my breast. The sun holds it’s majesty between my eyes and purple blossoms……hazy winter….. What IS this morning saying to me? What IS this dewy touch I feel inContinue reading “Morning Earth”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.


Scripting the desires that are soul deep

cosmos reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between



Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

SouL SpeakS

He started Writing, The paper started speaking...