| THE BULLY | THE BULLY
Your spits on my face , as I fall to the ground
You're big and you're bad , when there's no one around
You do want you want , as I do as you say
Hate comes from your soul , in the most vile way
Your torment and grief , has laid... | TommyD |
| The Insurgence | Day call unto day,
and night every darkest thought
And the sad tiding from the motherboard do crests in our areas South.
There comes an jackals and hyena, dinosaurs.
For the Citywide fall
peace not yet sought.
Says, there'd no peace on earth.... | Sam madeyin |
| On life | Love rushes in,
like a breath of fresh air.
Intoxicating, overwhelming,
a feeling without compare.
To reach for the stars,
you must first reach the moon.
But beware life's nature to rush,
lest you lose such feelings far too... | Brian Kobrenski |
| The Road Not Taken | Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the... | Robert Frost |
| Strings of light | There ...
where the wind howls over dark water
I sail..
inquisition, is a heavy anchor
It docks my boat at eerie places
where the stars are held by strings of light
and ants run in their own dust
between shores
and deep waters, in far away ports,... | walid saab |
| I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud | I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine... | William Wordsworth |
| Air And Angels | Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my... | John Donne |
| Count That Day Lost | If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went --
Then you may count... | George Eliot |
| The Significance of Difference | Life isn’t choosing from mere good and bad.
If that would be the case, we'd win the plight.
Instead we can’t but try and just feel glad
when things succeed, and they don’t cause a fight.
There is no creature fully in control,
and nature always stays... | Ludy Bührs |
| Another day | Another day
Without you
Hurts like hell
Drop another coin
In my wishing well
Why you left
You would never say
I closed my eyes
You went... | The flapper |
| Cantankerous Calaboose | Ever wonder what your mind can do
Examining a crazy word or two
Contemplating the undeniable
Wandering, staring at the unreliable
Words appearing with little hesitation
Staring back with exaggerated... | Paul Arthur Davenpo… |
| Mystical Imaginings | Love equals a lamp which glows and glows.
A rose endures a wish which grows and grows.
Shine like a lamp! Bloom like that rose!
Regardless which path you finally... | melita catalina war… |
| What I See in Thee | As I reflect on you, my Love, a thought consumes my mind.
That you possess a beauty one unmatched and hard to find.
Rare for its completeness from your semblance to your core.
One that sows affinity and incites my heart to soar.
There's a duality to... | Daniel E Martinez |
| Strategy of Life | The Strategy of Life is the Unthinkable. If imagined, the Impossible may become Possible. The Possible will become Reality, and the Reality will become the Unthinkable Strategy of... | Max Levy |
| There Lies a Woman | There, in front of the old pagoda, lies a woman.
She blocks the driveway quietly on her side.
The local traffic passes by like a hoodlum.
They seem to think here ignoring is... | Ludy Bührs |
| The Virginity Pen | Oh...
the temptation
that rushed
my emotions within
I just want to release
just a little squeeze
Never touched
it before
never felt it
with my hands
only seen it
using the vulnerable victims
who drowned
through curiosity
always imagined
my first... | JosephC.Guess |
| Strange Days | In the strange days of March
when a virus invaded our lives,
I kept thinking about going within.
Not just shutting my door against
the frightening intruder
who would take my breath,
my life. But going within,
like a miner, headlamp glowing,... | Gia LoScalzo |
| Industrial Waste | Is there a substance
that as a result of continuously applied force
becomes so hardened
so as to become no longer malleable..?
immovable..?
Lately, i’m feeling
much like that substance
Becoming tired of being forced
for no good... | Will Martin |
| Meditatio | When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.
When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am... | Ezra Pound |
