Poems-Some rough cuts
Here are three poems in their rough cut state. Maybe I’ll finish them someday! Why? Once I was a butterfly but now I’m just a flutterby in history A salmon leaping to his future selves...
Read MorePosted by Trevor Amos | 25 Sep, 2020 | Poems |
Here are three poems in their rough cut state. Maybe I’ll finish them someday! Why? Once I was a butterfly but now I’m just a flutterby in history A salmon leaping to his future selves...
Read MorePosted by Trevor Amos | 01 Sep, 2020 | Poems |
Two more poems to like or not. Your choice. A Poet. To be or not. Inky lines and words that rhymeAre said to be the bestWhen trying to a Shelley or a HeineOr one of all the restBeast, feast, heat and beat are cluesOn how you end...
Read MorePosted by Trevor Amos | 11 Jul, 2020 | Poems |
I wrote this after watching Tommy Lee Jones in No Country for Old Men. His portrayal of an old, tired and world weary sheriff was so impressive. We Shall Be Dust I’ve sat here so long my coffees full of mouldEyes tired, slowly...
Read MorePosted by Trevor Amos | 27 Jun, 2020 | Poems |
The Mounds of the Gods Chapter 1 First Introduction upon Dying The afterlife wasn’t quite what Karl Stevens was expecting or, for that matter, a close approximation of what the Christian teachings had promoted for the last...
Read MorePosted by Trevor Amos | 16 Jun, 2020 | Poems |
Extinction: the state or process of being or becoming extinct. We scream but no one hears, We cry but no one cares, We laugh but it is hollow, We’re still breathing. For now! Extinction: It’s a lifelong tragedy to be...
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