Bruce Lee
was God to me,
a docile tip of fury
in potent pose for good.
Bare philosophy
in open shroud,
tiger truth
born of dragon ~
twin forces silent
settled with his pup...
©Steven Francis poems 2014
More poetry from Welsh poet/writer Steven Francis. Described by one reviewer as "the poet with a magic microscope into human emotion", Steven is a fascinating walk into a dawn where the sun reveals everything...
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Wednesday, 14 May 2014
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