Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: David Thane Cornell

  • Made of Rhyme by David Thane Cornell

    Nature is a pixie Unworthy to be sung, Can it be I’m sixty, I who was so young? Over generous hearted, She heaped me full of years, Careless if I carted Bellylaughs or tears. Though spring is hers for poets With hopes too high to climb, I’m strutting up the summit On crutches made of…

  • The Slug and the Rose by David Thane Cornell

    Oh how I praise the hour When I was born a snail, Beneath a crimson flower Beside a garden pail. At first she didn’t notice me As I moved so slow, But with my pointed thinking cap We thought up a show. And what an audience I won On a summer morn, When she awoke,…

  • God as Poetry Editor By David Thane Cornell

    He dips His pen in the black hole of night To recover an image and give it more light Sometimes He uses a digital pad Revising the first idea He had Editing in and out of time Honing the meter and smoothing the rhyme He deftly spells and abbreviates Cities, town, mountains and lakes The…

  • Mandela by David Thane Cornell #WPD2019

    Arrested by the terror of the times, His faith was not belied; Daily thousands of deaths he lived, Thousands of lives he died. His fugitive dream was captured by A nation’s trusting eyes, His jailers could not see beyond Where the walls of valor rise. Confessed and blessed for giving his life, He never counted…