Brian M. Peeples : Writing

To Catch A Hare

To Catch A Hare

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


I once caught a hare by its hair,or by its fur, which is rather rare.Since they are so quick to play a trick,they’ll be in and out of your hair&..
A World Of Fairies & Magick

A World Of Fairies & Magick

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


I’ve come to a world,one of fairies & magick;of elves and goblins,nasty trolls and ugly orcs,and the many, manyheroes & villains.And I&r..
I Am My Own Person (Can You Not See?)

I Am My Own Person (Can You Not See?)

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


I am weird, I am strange;I am quite odd, and perhaps even a little crazy.Though, nothing in this world,or any other, for that matter,could ever make m..
Something I Didn't Need

Something I Didn't Need

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


I’ve climbed a mountain,and planted a seedthat may grow one day,to reach the floating sea.And go higher, higher,up above, where nothingis as we ..
The Lost & Found

The Lost & Found

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


I sit in what I call,the lost & found,because I am lost,and none have yet to find me.It isn’t too hard to look,I am somewhat likea fish on a..
Oh, The Things I Would Tell Her

Oh, The Things I Would Tell Her

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


The things she says,they make me smile;and the gleam in her eyes,they shine so bright.Her jokes aren’t all that funny,but who cares? I like them..
Just Another Wish

Just Another Wish

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


Time this,and time that;time’s kissshall never last.And all the long days,and all the restless nightsthat regretfully pass,they hold no such gra..
Nonsense & Time

Nonsense & Time

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


I once thought sense had to be spelled without the ‘non’-though then I realized that‘non’ means ‘no’,in French.So ..
The Evens & The Odds

The Evens & The Odds

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


There are evens,and then there are odds.Though, what is odd to some may be even to others.Between the rights and the wrongs,of that which is shortto t..
A Nothingness, Burned

A Nothingness, Burned

A Poem by Brian M. Peeples


I stared into a mirror,and saw nothing.Though I stood there,something still missing;it must have been an error,a simple mistake.I could not recall a m..