rhyming (Remove filter)
Unveilings 18: 7-12
Unveilings 18: 7-12
Daytime, nighttime, all the time is a time to be, to be seen, to care to be. To leave oneself inside oneself and never deny yourself that being. Seeing is believing, they say, but I can’t see a good reason to believe the good is good anymore. Moments before the fall, they say, a deliverance unto man, they say. But hey who are we to know what’s best for ourselves, our welfare...
Wednesday 8th January 2025 5:14 pm
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
29 minutes ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
2 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
3 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
6 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
10 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
11 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
12 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
13 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
13 hours ago