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I Wish I Could Have Been There Randy West	you everything you've done made me a better man. I never seemed to find the time to say what should be...	Rate it (5.00 / 9 votes)
Man in Search of Self Karl Constantine FOLKES	About the fall of man. An Abrahamic...	Rate it (5.00 / 5 votes)
Portrait of The City in Gray Don Stephens	of the essence of...	Rate it (5.00 / 5 votes)
A Walk in the Garden of Life Chris E Morganroth IV	to the wind, there dwells a solitary Quileute man. His name lost to time, he roams the rugged landscape, a silent guardian of the...	Rate it (5.00 / 4 votes)
No Words Susanna Elliott-Newth	They whipped, burnt then banned Jewish man. Jews lost jobs, their homes and their lives, as part of Hitler’s cleansing plan – their...	Rate it (5.00 / 4 votes)
Santa to the Rescue Linda Yoest	Dad figured to snag the kindly ol’ man. We knew the garage must have some role in keeping Santa from the North...	Rate it (5.00 / 4 votes)
- Cornered - Tears Of A Woman Enock Makasi	proposal of an arranged marriage to this rich man. I was just...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
I am not laughing anymore. Amanda East	She kissed a boy when married to a man. Four times she thoughtlessly birthed forth life with no plan She didn’t know there was a...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
Mother's Day Amanda East	Old man, Dead man.   That was...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
My Man and the Sea. A J C	I need my man. He has weathered beaten hands and face from a lifetime of toil on the...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
Robert Frost And Walt Whitman Murray Hans	Of two of your poets, robert frost And walt whitman. Frost sounds like a bumm who got lost, Whitman,like an illiterate 'hit...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
The Child as Son Becoming Father of the Man Karl Constantine FOLKES	Conclusion: “The Child is Father of the Man.” POSTLUDE: THE HEAVENLY REALM OF THE ALMIGHTY We see this legacy...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
The homeless man. Laura Sanders	The homeless man. I toss a few coppers and silver, they...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
The Story Of The Very Epic Pool Party Garry Jones	" The robber whimpered from beneath the machine man. But his pleas were...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
The Voyage Maxwell Sebastian Burchett	crew, and then First mate, Navigator and helmsman. Still there are lighthouse beacons On which I depend and rely, And fleets I seek to join To...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
1929 Frankcraven.com	Lord God knows that I Am a man. We Shall Overcome as the poor people, with no business in...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
A Woman Ribbed Karl Constantine FOLKES	second fiddle. Nature offended! Ribbing a woman. Intentionally bragging — By keeping her down! But she will rise up. Employing her...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
Blade Shiloh T	Today I’ll show you how to be a man. This here is a knife boy, a mans bestfriend, go on hold it, you want to be a man...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
Liverpool Liverpool	On backs of working man. To now we leap across divides Still scrap and paint and foul declines Then...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
The Day I Said I Love You Charmane Joy Belleza	Oh, my dearest hubby, you’re the best man. Your smile, your voice, and your eyes inspire my sensible...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
The Thought That Lingers: Part Four Karl Constantine FOLKES	This is the ironic legacy of man. This is the legacy of...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
The Thought That Lingers: Part Nine Karl Constantine FOLKES	A wounded healer then is man. O, what irony is man of...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
The Thought That Lingers: Part Six Karl Constantine FOLKES	be immortal robot man. Technology is now the craft by which man weaves his witchcraft; and Internet becomes...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
The Thought That Lingers: Part Ten Karl Constantine FOLKES	Consumed delightfully by global man. Caught in this web of deception This monstrous labyrinth Of modern myths and...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
The Worker John M. Broadhead	And so prove to creation that I’m still a man.” By the night in the brickyard, by day in the pit, Losing track of the time, never pausing...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)