Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “Ode to a Burning Car”
A chariot without a charioteer ¶A car without a driver Of this contest we must fear ¶And who then is survivor –? Anarchy and a…
A chariot without a charioteer ¶A car without a driver Of this contest we must fear ¶And who then is survivor –? Anarchy and a…
Azure worlds joined on a string Maranatha Maranatha Maranatha Orbs of devotion spin through my fingers Show me your criss-crossed white scars Mine cannot be…
The sound of a clamor came calling I heard it a distance away Wondered what folly befalling Of perhaps what row or which fray; To…
Sometimes when you start to speak idiomatically, You’ll start to be poetic automatically. This is because idioms are mostly metaphorical, And contain, to your surprise,…
Everything in time prolongs It must heed its inward law To such all that is belongs And in this it has no flaw; Dark rose…
There is an old expression that ‘charity begins at home’ But so does fighting with your siblings… “Oi! Leave him alone.” Mum’s the great peacekeeper…
(A parody of My Favourite Things from The Sound of Music) Turning each argument into a battle Using the logic and reasoning of cattle Injecting…
I see some women dressed in veils go by, And next to them, some women barely dressed. I contemplate this contrast, and ask why, Our…
By the side of a pool, I can see a young child, By the look on his face, he appears rather riled. For his father…
In this world, there are various accents around, And each speaker emits a particular sound. Did you know that your accent reveals who you are?…