Around the year's ring
The mindless toil
Turning the seasons
Spurning disappointment's reasons
Annual
Monthly scribe
Red blotted diaries
Recorded for posterity
Sordid empty memories
Annal
Weekly trudge
The wage slaves
The year's toroidal journey
Endless ring of learning
Annular
Dawn's daily ritual
Waste elimination
Seat of life's interpretation
A ringing comment on our situation
Anal
Stephen Plowright
Feeling thighs
Sensuous with strength and warmth
Eyes shine soft smiles
Conspire
To breath as One
To fan the flames
To heat the forge
Phoenix-like
Life rises from the ashes
Steve Plowright
Blithe lies
A politician's stock in trade
Lithe softshoe sidestep the issues
Writhe and slide
Through a greasy net
Of non-committal nothingness
Time's scythe
Shall reap the rotting harvest
Centuries of deceit
Small minds dream of power
Scream for control
Steve Plowright
How certain is the mind that knows despair
The certainty of emptiness lies there
The silent whispers in the nights abyss
Make tiresome hours the longing for a kiss
When living mocks life's need to love
A pointless fist the hand which seeks the glove
How alien the faces in the street
The tasteless tongues whose bitterness rings sweet
Their empty eyes with sheeplike stare
Entreating those of conscience to despair
Steve Plowright
My love is fierce
For I am the Wolf in the wild hills waiting
I sing my love to the full moon
The shorn sheep bleat their fear in the meadow
The horned goats leap high upon the crags
Pallid moonlight from my white fangs gleaming
Warns the World of my Will and Wyrd
And my love grows deeper in the limitless well
As I weave in the ways of my long dead kin
But the sheep and the goats see only my fangs
For wolves are few and their ways wild
And the sheep and goats will never know
The ineffable bliss of freedom from fear
And the genuine joy of fierce love.
Steve Plowright