During this long life what gifts did I seek? Sometimes it was strength when I felt so weak. One request often did sound in my mind, It was for deep peace of a special kind. Real peace is not felt in pleasure or pain, It is present in whatever you gain. Peace dwells in the […]
Love: a poem and a reflection unite time (as we define it) in the inner history of a special birth-day, coming together to express soul’s insight and gift a humble parcel. As Values bring our words in a shared voice, Poetry blesses the space where silence lands these words and We honour each moment when […]
There was this tiny flower So much like a little face Opening its delicate petals Longing for my embrace. I looked and looked and looked As if locked in a secret vault Where all the wonders of the world Were hidden but ready to unfold. And the mind, discursive seeker Spoke to the flower in […]
Hurry scurry, where’s my McFlurry? Busy, dizzy let’s get fizzy Faster, faster please the master Want more, have more than before Tick tock watch the clock Your time, my time, never mind This job, next job, like the Mob I’m done, your done, on the run Right now, take away One click, next day Gratification […]
I would sing the song of Thy Love, oh Lord, to tune men’s hearts, to fine accord. A song of sounds to surrender to Thy might so strong and so tender. Hear, oh heart, the harmony right through this world’s cacophony: in the sounds of the city, in the voice full of pity, on the […]
My personal freedom is best and good, Freedom is easily misunderstood, This idea of freedom is not so true, Because the focus is only on you. Freedom to be one’s true Self is the way, Then we are clear what to do and to say. Freedom is always there to be availed, When the concept […]
By: David Scanlon I now live in a world where, From noiselessness is a voice, A liberating presence from; The dreams of others; The dreams within; The reality of love. David Scanlon (2022) Eternal Songs From Memory. Foolish Poet Press; Wilmslow. The Orpheus Poems – Poem No 45. “True poetic practice implies a mind so miraculously […]
