Silver dollars and baby teeth
Must not overdo it
Shiver scholars, a dead sea heath
Science: Attend to it!
Superstition, easy come
Supposition, easy go
Sliver, squalor – the world bequeath
Superstition
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Category Archives: Poems
My dear friend Mr. Murphy
Murphy’s law. How tangible. So vivid. Fundamentally omnipresent.
Fairy tale
Once upon a time, there was
doubt.
Egocentricity
It is you actions here and now, which define you. Not your past.
Actions of others; for others to answer for.
Actions of your own; to celebrate, or to mourn.
But it is your actions here and now, which define you.
Every second.
Of every minute.
Of every day.
Breaking down, breaking out
The continuous flow, smooth-ridden everyday
gets interrupted – increasingly oftenly? – by the realization that life progresses in abrupt jumps, disruptive steps, rather than incrementally
What was true, the truth, is suddenly corrupted; the witty becomes dull, the taken for granted is lost, the anticipation is for the worse
Exuviation of past, creative destruction
New page.
