I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Most carnal pleasures are forbidden me My bed is cold and lonely as a tomb Never will I a naked maiden see Nor see my son spring from her fertile womb
By D. J. Reddallabout 3 hours ago in Poets
You can and do read That is beautiful, for you Give worlds of words life
By D. J. Reddallabout 21 hours ago in Poets
I am a dusty fossil, dry and old My lectures include no bright, flashing slides When the words of the text are ductile gold
By D. J. Reddalla day ago in Poets
I was invisible and she was seen Snow sweetly sauntering through autumn leaves Playing the voyeur seems somewhat obscene
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Poets
Technical trouble Can generate frustration But it prolongs thought
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Your poverty is not exactly mine Long journeys do not always yield progress Your world looks warm and your smiles define
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Poets
How frequently do we use metaphor Gustatory, culinary, of taste To describe how that novel in a drawer Made the hours given to it no waste?
Without principles We are easily misled By villains and fools
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Poets
A toy and a tool Differ from one another Be mindful of that
Too many are owned by their possessions Almost nothing belongs to me alone To my master, I pose no glib questions My will belongs to him; I never groan
By D. J. Reddall8 days ago in Poets
Again, the devil took Him up on an exceedingly high mountain, and showed Him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. And he said to Him, “All these things I will give You if You will fall down and worship me.” Matthew 4:1-11 (NKJV)
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Fiction
Don’t envy the brain It can recall forgetting Its name for itself
By D. J. Reddall10 days ago in Poets