Book Details
Language: English
Publication Date : 10/31/2012
Format: Softcover
Dimensions: 6×9 Page Count: 202 ISBN: 9781479720729 |
Format: Hardcover
Dimensions: 6×9 Page Count: 202 ISBN: 9781479720736 |
Format: E-Book
Dimensions: N/A Page Count: 202 ISBN: 9781479720743 |
THE VOLUMES OF POETRY
These volumes of poetry offer different insights into the human condition. It ranges from teenage poems to old age poems. They are applicable to all humanity and are not restricted to any one race, religion or people.
The poems are sometimes strictly structured. They written in stanza form, couplets and quatrains.
The poems in general are life-affirming and offer hope. A lot are on religious themes. Most deal with emotions as that is part of the human condition. However, some also deal with topical problems facing the earth. Some are devoted to animals
Some poems are quite compressed and some are more loosely constructed. The poems in general are life-affirming and offer hope. A lot are on religious themes. Most deal with emotions as that is a large and integral part of the human condition. However, some also deal with topical problems facing the earth.
The volumes, I hope, show a development in my maturity in the rhyme scheme and subject matter. Many of the later poems are in free verse generally.
SANDS OF TIME
This is the first volume of a set of poetry books. It spans poems of my teenage life from 1970 to 1975. The poems are about life, love, philosophy, nature, man and on a religious theme. A number of poems are based on my take on a character in a book and my attempt to personify those emotions and sometimes the actions of the protagonist. Some of the poems are just my thoughts and reflections on different issues
A Soliloquy
Aug, 26, 1972
How frail is earthly bondage
How transitory our age
How gossamer our fidelity
How unrealistic reality
How cruel is beauty
How vapid is duty
How ephemeral human aspirations
How temporary our habitation
We seldom, if ever, contemplate.
How fleet is time
How short our prime
How uncertain life
How inhumane our strife
How mocking is youth
When still devoid of truth
How ambiguous is speech
That orators preach
Poets and philosophers did realize.
Passion’s betrayal
Is never ephemeral,
Love’s demand
Maybe honour’s reprimand,
To desires bond
We always respond,
To the age old need
We must forever feed,
Helpless, the enmeshing net to break.