The Sweet Wine

The Sweet Wine

Friendship is like rare wine That’s pressed from a choice vine Being carefully crushed and punched Settled, fined, locked and stored It suffers from neither blight nor fault As it stands barrelled in a darkened Read More

Tell Me About Love

Tell Me About Love

Is it the glint in a mother’s eyes when she playfully winks As the suckling on her breasts of nourishment quietly drinks? Or her anxious supplications to God At moments she fears for the worst Read More

Death!

Death!

Death is neither friend nor foe Tis’ an ally deserving a rally by those sullied with the pains of reality Death! Life it doth not take away, terminal illness gladly held at bay O the Read More

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