. Flail . The wheat and tares Flail . The winding, twisted arguments and their hypocritical stares Flail . The grinding edge… Read more Flail The Revanchist
Category: My Poetry
From a Nobody, To a Somebody
. “I’m a nobody”, said the somebody, . on the sunny side of the shore. The water’s edge;… Read more From a Nobody, To a Somebody
The Proclamation of a Yawning Bridge
Following on from my last post, here’s one of my slightly edited, simple attempts, at fusing theological language with poetry, without… Read more The Proclamation of a Yawning Bridge
Author’s Note: As Things Stand
If you’re a frequent visitor to my small corner of the internet world, you may have noticed that I’ve been… Read more Author’s Note: As Things Stand
The Presence of Uncreated Light (Parousia)
. . The drop in temperature . preceded the mist’s silken stroll. Words sprinkled down. Like snow, their… Read more The Presence of Uncreated Light (Parousia)
The Absence of Mechanical Applause
. . The familial drone of mechanical applause, . remotely drowned out by familial abuse; . … Read more The Absence of Mechanical Applause
Words Fail Wherever Pain Grips The Heart
. Quiet thunder shifted from within the gloom His hands, like blackened skies, slowly eased open, Salt water is a… Read more Words Fail Wherever Pain Grips The Heart
Whispered Monologue (Lectio Divina)
. In the burning absence of intellectual sobriety, . this long burnt out intoxicating muse, . shows its weathered facade.… Read more Whispered Monologue (Lectio Divina)
Belshazzar’s Last Feast: A Dirge For Those Who Only March With Left Feet
. . Swinging suggestions at good intentions . Each… Read more Belshazzar’s Last Feast: A Dirge For Those Who Only March With Left Feet
Broken Love
. As a father he didn’t hate you, . he was kept from seeing you.… Read more Broken Love
Rod Lampard 