Scheherazade

She told the tales, to keep the Sultan at enthralled

Majestic narrations of wondrous places and adventures

Stories of adventure, of magic, and vast treasures found

So that each night the Sultan would want to hear more

As each night fell, the Sultan would summon her within his door

So more of the grand story she could lively bring so visually around

She told the tales, to keep the Sultan at enthralled

Majestic narrations of wondrous places and adventures

For the Sultan killed his wives, never keeping one for long around

Scheherazade knew when her stories were done, she’d be no more

So her recitals drew from the Sultan a feeling that sent him to the floor

For his heart to her had become rich in adore now was abound

She told the tales, to keep the Sultan at enthralled

Pierre Richards © 01/17/2013

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.