Philip's in a black poetry mood

I think I'm in love again........... Fine Wine In my life I’ve tasted many wines. In many lands. In many places. Where language and creeds were barriers. These were the bitter wines, And my first impulse was to dash the bottle to the floor, And run away and never show myself again. My second... Sign in to see full entry.

This is a true story from the Greek civil war.................... Flower of Youth I remember still when I first saw, Some years before that dreadful war. A beautiful flower, in the bloom of youth, Dancing between wild roses sways, To a gentle breeze, in spring’s first days. I saw her often... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes dreams tell of an experience which has only occurred in your dreams.......... Shadow on my Pillow A red rose dies and fades away, While the morning sun hides behind a rainy day. A white rose blooms with a reddish hue, And deepens to scarlet with thoughts of you. My mind drifts back on a... Sign in to see full entry.

The death of a loved one is not a loss, but an interlude before a meeting on the next spiritual level.......... Tears of Time Wait until the day I die, And then, my dear, you too can fly, To far off lands of sun and sea, Moonlit nights, and tranquillity. To an island where a steel band plays Heart... Sign in to see full entry.

Another true Beirut story......however this time I was very much involved......................... My Lady Oh that I would forget at last That one brief summer in the past Of skies so blue, of air so clear And nights so cool with stars so near When I met my lady. The Sparkling eyes and husky laugh... Sign in to see full entry.

After a blood bath in the suburbs of West Beirut a wounded member of the Malitia lay sleeping in a strangers bed. The Visitor She came to him. As the first fiery tendrils of the summer dawn, reached across the crimson sky. She came to him. Softly as the gentle breeze weaving its rhythm, over a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometime in the near past during the civil war in the Lebanon there were two were lovers. He was Christian the girl Muslim. The girl's family was threatened and to avoid her whole family being persecuted she took the noble way out. Night Walk in Beirut Shades of sorrow surround your eyes. As... Sign in to see full entry.