If you opened up your wallet moths would fly out the phrase skinflint comes to mind I try not to be unkind but your looking for a bargain preferably free...
Author - Dan Hooks
My poetry has many diverse themes from madness to the mundane, from fantasy and fable to philosophical and the darkness of reality (whatever that is).
I have been writing since I was 18 and have inspired other artists such as Benjamin Heine who created an piece of art work called”filled with fire” from my poem called “Freedom”. That poem was inspired from a quote from Nelson Mandela saying “we are free to be free”. Writing I find is a collaborative process.
I have also written other poems which have been used in language courses in America, Canada and Australia. One of which is called “poem on identity” and the other one is “Antithesis”.
I have a soundcloud account in which I post poems to music and my spoken word pieces. I find spreading my work on various social media platforms really useful for presenting my work.
I am also fond of travelling and have climbed Mount Fuji in Japan visited Finland skied in both USA in keystone Colorado and Whistler in Canada. I find perspective can be found in travelling to other countries and it also helps you appreciate other cultures as well your own.
https://alienpoet.com
https://soundcloud.com/alienpoet
p I am a poetry terrorist with a suicidal desire to live and to preach to answer questions and to teach people the power of free speech I want to poetry bomb...
As I look down on the world I see myself more clearly everything I achieved and nearly everything I fought for all seems small now everything I sought for...
In this life the politicians are dragons they hide in the craggy dark mountainous expanse of their own words. They watch from afar with their wolves the police...
In the lost words of language in the gaping hordes of time there stands a hero he fights with rhyme. For the pen is mightier than the sword his words we lean...
This poem was written to try to define myself but it’s still pretty generic how do we define ourselves is problematic do you hide behind your job your...
The Gobble-de-gooke monster is playing with my words Making them come out backwards, Making them sound absurd. I would say something to the Gobble-de –gooke...
Rabid wind whistles
Rustling through the autumn leaves
ghost stories mutter.
By Daniel Hooks AKA Alienpoet on Facebook
alienpoet.com
I hide behind layers of onion like skin you can’t see my soul, what is within? I am a fragment of the universe you will never realise my true worth. All the...
