WRAPPED I stole myself away. They didn’t know how strangled I felt. The umbilical chord still attached wrapped tightly round my neck.   I didn’t mean to hurt anyone or put fear in their hearts. I wanted freedom, I wanted a new start.   I said…

wow, we’re done, man, that was fun. 12 hours of time well spent, some good poems, some mere dents. good luck for the rest of the twelve hours, please prevent tire. keep calm and forever be a badass writer.

By the light of last night’s moon, I aimed for glory. Throwing on a canopy, hopefully, Of poetic imagination. But panic has set in. No words more have I to spare.   © 2016 SP

Swirling upon this drift of seasons, My perspective ever changes. Whither shall I wonder?   © 2016 SP

His gallant heart. His poetic soul. His exquisite oratory. And extraordinary intellect.   This fine gentleman. This marvellous union of two cultures. This great statesman. This outstanding leader of the free world.   Pray that we shall see his like again.   © 2016 SP

In the distance I see, Nature’s unruffled calm, and unperturbed serenity. Where nothing beats, Except my awed heart.   © 2016 SP

I wish I could tell you thank you for what you’ve done. You’ve helped me reach a point I thought I would never reach. You told me when the darkness comes that we could still fight the night.

Will you come into my parlour, oh dear little one? And see my etchings, and sit on my lap?   For this I can promise you. Things will never be the same again.   © 2016 SP

The first time that I saw moonlight by canoe I was awe- struck! Spread out before me on a black watery cloth, lay jewels of sparkling Light.!   I was amazed by the bright light cast by the climbing moon and mesmerized by the watery…

This puffed up orange-bouffanted buffoon. Whose narcissism knows no bounds. With a hide as thin, As his ego is “‘uge”. Possessing such limited words, and intellect. And whose tiny hands. Measure the length of his attention span. His racist, misogynistic and detestable behaviour. Offending one…