Dazed Reflections of A Diva

Unworthy is a poem about dungeon pillaging pure and simple, words related to volcano, search, succumb, games hark back to role playing gam...

Clearing Sky is a poem about the sun punching through a grey and bleary sky one weekend morning.  The word that gave me the most trouble i...

Cold Feet is a poem about the man at the altar procrastinating so long that he loses the girl who walks out on him.  Cold Feet Jazz ...

Return of the Dark Lord is a poem that paints a story of a cult of a death god who kidnap a girl via trickery with intentions to sacrifice...

Another Drink is a poem that tries to encapsulate an alcoholic at their most irrational, angry state. The refusal for treatment or even ackn...

Chocolate Flames is a poem about passion and paints the scene of lovers taking to an evening of enjoyment. The last two words provided just ...

The Coming Age is a poem that plays off of the end of the world theme which comes up periodically in my poetry as people talk about 2012 and...

There’s this cool guy that I follow on Twitter, Justin Germino and every day he creates a random twitter poem inspired by words submitted /...

I came across another old piece of poetry which I had posted up when I first started this blog back in the summer of 2008 … I must have writ...

As I mentioned in my last post ‘ Dazed Poet : Actions ’ – it’s been years since I have written any sort of poetry and I’ve recently come acr...

For someone who never enjoyed poetry during English Lit class – I somehow managed to get a grasp of writing my own poetry (or perhaps my Lit...

Tall Lean Chiselled face With a few days worth of stubble Cheeky Witty Impulsive in speech Loving son Protective...

The waves come close kissing rocky shorelines Soothing sounds of water echoing all around   The whispering breeze titillates you...

The heart says Look here .... The head says No, look there ... The head and heart all part of the same body but are practically miles apart ...

Of all the battles fought And wars waged for ages Mankind’s immortal struggle To win , never manages This is the struggle Of t...

Sometimes I look out for you Not in any one particular place – Just around – Here and there. There are days when I wonder...

The wind caresses me Light as a feature As soft as your touch The grains of sand Feel rough against me And as sensual as y...

I find myself at a cross road With no signs With no directions Which way shall I go ? To move ahead They say one should Not look back Lest y...

One of my fellow neighbours who stays over at Hues of Instanity Avenue here in Bloggerville (yes I'm going to try and reference this as...

I close my eyes And take a deep breath .. I let the sounds of the ocean Take over me .. Surround me ... The wind breathing softly Caressing ...