Fallow Field

Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…

The Man I See

There in the mirror, a life defined,
Written in every crevice and line

Fallow Field

Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…

Forward

In hopes left from what will,
Pain comes from the knowing…

Shipwreck

There, broken upon the sandy shoals,
A wooden sailing ship, once so brave…

New Man

Would you still see who I used to be,
For, since then, I surely did grow…

Old Residence

From the curb the house looks so familiar,
The front door a different color,
And the hedges now more fully grown…

Old Bridge

A patina to its painted finish
Bleeding rust drips like long years
Appearance cannot diminish
Steadfast strength of sunken piers

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author