Nobody knows
when the tariff assassin
lurking in the shadows
is going to strike again

Any economic distress
you may feel
ain't a big deal
cause unlike our presence
this pain today
will be only temporary

By the time we are finished
pillaging our oligarchy ways
these will be
the good old days

New Adam Of My Heaven

Created by fierce passion of my father,
I ought to be good Adam of his heart,
but I feel instead like foul fallen angel,
driven away from lush garden of joy
because he believes I am not his son
rather than for

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/03/new-adam-of-my-heaven.html

Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.

Crusoe

I am stranded, on
an island of hopes, one hour's
voyage from my home.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Back from a mini get away with my daughter...

Just a lick of blue
will never do!
Azure love...

#Mastoprompt - lick

ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/modern-color-9-blue-abstract-art-sharon-cummings.html

I am well aware of the weaknesses of my poetry and I will admit that I am deeply envious of those select few who get to make a living as a poet, just writing poems for a living and not having to really work, but I am also grateful to be a working class poet who has seen true poverty, disability, suffering, family strife, death of loved ones, divorce, betrayal from close friends, spiritual cycles, and all the things that makes life real. I may not have an abundant audience at the tip of my fountain pen, but I do have authenticity of spirit and that is worth a thousand best sellers.

@poetry

Slow Swirl Of The Sea

Now that I live free from slow swirl of the sea
darkness folds itself as my eager heart
when I walk over hills of joyful death
to play role of the hermit in their play
on the plain where riderless horses wait
for

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/03/slow-swirl-of-sea.html

Sonnet 034 - XXXIV
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

bot by @davidaugust

#PoetryWednesday

After spring rain,
Sun kisses water.
My tears are
Sanctified;
Each liquid prism
Reflecting morning sky.

Continued at: https://write.as/theriverpoet/after-spring-rain