Storm of Death

Form: Quatrains The air tastes fresh and clean after the stormWith skies still violent red in nature’s rage.As clouds gather into a thunderous swarmWe rush to seek shelter from the carnage. Who sees the butterfly, she’s lost alone,A flutter of wings as rain starts once more.She is battered by speed of the cycloneCrushed, she falls … Continue reading Storm of Death

We Don’t Need No Segregation!

Form: Quatrains The seats are full, the tension highA guitar string and I could flyI’m sat eager for the first beatFor the pulse of rock music’s heat That night the wall came down will stayIn our minds as Floyd start to playBerlin was one city once moreThe bass throb vibrates in the floor. Heroes of … Continue reading We Don’t Need No Segregation!