Proper Poetry

The airport was busy, half a dozen passenger jets criss-crossing the sky, sectioning the flimsy grey garden fleece covering the background b...

I know that I deliver death on people from the sky above. Those that I kill I do not hate; those that I serve I do not love. My country ...

I'm not religious, never go to church, don't believe that God exists, chancing my luck 'cos if He does, I'm in the lurch. ...

It's amazing how fast he can play his pop-up keyboard, lighting quick across so many keys; but only, I notice, just one at a time, not...

The road beside the beach is heaving today. The giant bloco truck crawls like some snail dinosaur anxious not to crush the pullulating crowd...

If you need to worship something, you don't have to invent God or bow down to royalty with intellect of gastropod. Don't revere...

True vanity ignores the mirror, brushes aside all compliments; secure in feeling superior humble to all appearance.