Introspective – Smith Shine Poetry

The Time

How soon passed the time, my time of poetry and crime. Now I smash the goblet of this time, the time of poetry and wine. This time belongs to poetry, poetry and rhyme. For the ultimate glory of God I walk poetries thin line.

The Fire

I have a peace now in my mind, though the fire still rages. A fire that burns his residue still. I’m commited to the aim, and the beast that rampages within. Life requires effort, let’s strive. I want what’s best for us. I’ve tasted the worst. The fire is ablaze, leaving nothing to the mercyContinue reading “The Fire”

At Times

I see that I’m lucky, to have a job. I know it is my honour, to call her my wife. I understand I’m blessed, they call me Daddy. It’s just at times I need to remind myself.

Write

I’ll write when the sun is at rage. Commit when the dark hours cage. I chase words not recognition. The craft seizes me free to flow. We like blue tits playing kiss-chase in the hedgerow. I put down not for he,thee,nor she. I write not even for me.

I feel a change

As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it’s dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry afterContinue reading “I feel a change”

Three wishes

I wish to create like William Blake. I wish to put all my trust in fate. I wish to believe the glowing light, which once in a while I see, should be an angel from the creator, to fiercely watch over me.