I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Do it as if this Is your last chance to do this Well, for it may be
By D. J. Reddallabout 14 hours ago in Poets
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. Reddalla day ago in Poets
You can and do read That is beautiful, for you Give worlds of words life
By D. J. Reddall2 days 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. Reddall3 days 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. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Technical trouble Can generate frustration But it prolongs thought
By D. J. Reddall5 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. Reddall7 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?
By D. J. Reddall8 days ago in Poets
Without principles We are easily misled By villains and fools
A toy and a tool Differ from one another Be mindful of that
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Poets
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. Reddall10 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. Reddall10 days ago in Fiction