Once upon a time, there was paper….. Paper could hold words, pictures, memories, research, creativity and MONEY. Paper was primitive genius. I could hand over a million dollars to you, and you passed it on to someone, but there was no record of it. “You know why bitcoin is eulogized” I hear Grandpa speak those … Continue reading Money Genius
Reena Saxena on that fateful day you came never to go away you live now in memory temples thru’ all highs n lows Angel Soul! Broken leg and ribs but always so whole… love measured in oceans lighted within us lamps of devotion https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/21/poetics-companions/
legends are made of stardust which slipped my fingers into ether high, high … up there till it did not belong to me it drills a hole to remind what I could have been it generates resentment, envy I wrap it up in admiration, applause - without putting hands together so that the … Continue reading Stardust
wistfully I stare at her pretty form disappearing in the mist all that was missed all that could have been all that I had to leave to stay rooted where I am yet I tremble with fear at the thought that she might turn back and take away the future that yet … Continue reading Yet…
we pride ourselves on intellect, gross domestic product, nuclear power, global recognition yet we fear being overtaken -build our defences in trade barriers, arms and ammunition flushing out toxicity and causes thereof is the biggest challenge we face - but are nowhere near a solution https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/20/quadrille-102/
The bleedin’ silly cow, wot’s she wearin’ that for, I says to me self, as I watched some fancy bird casually ‘andling the fruit on the barrow. She was wearin’ some fancy necklace that would ‘ave kept some family in dosh for a lifetime. She weren’t long for this world.
There they were, right on cue, Bert and Jeb, five yards to the side of the fancy lady, eyein’ the necklace and scheming ‘ow they could get their ‘ands on it. Serves ‘er bleedin’ well right, toffs ain’t got no sense of self preservation. But me good ‘art takes over and I walks up to the lady and whisper ” There’s a lot of low…
“Selective amnesia” …. a reviewer chose to say about the first draft of her memoirs. Delving back into the past is easy, but putting stories in right perspective is not so easy. I There are many other lives entangled with hers, she didn’t have the right to reveal all. She decided to approach some of … Continue reading Memoirs
They will be remembered for ages, for what they brought to the shore, and what they took. The merchants were hungry for power and economic control. They brought in cheap goods, made people dependent and ruled business on the shore. They snaked their way through all sites where the locals thronged, and extracted secrets. The … Continue reading Merchants