Quiet before the storm, the heart is heavy, it pains. All alone, and then it rains, not a trickle; nor a sprinkle; but a downpour so frightfully fast, “But by the grace of God,” I prev...
‘Rouse from thy slumber, pleasure… Quit thy half-rural bower, awhile… The thraldom that consumes thee.… Far from thy land of smoke, advise… Here Nature’s bounteous hand arou…
Here in bed behind a brick wall I can make order and meaning, but how do I begin? How do I emerge without panic to the sounds and mass
Once there was a little boy, With curly hair and pleasant eye’… A boy who always told the truth, And never, never told a lie. And when he trotted off to school,
Academic Editors I hate the callow ones who think t… And have therefore the right to cr… I hate the ones who charge me twen… So I can try to win a ten-buck pr…
Here I am in the park asleep, Dreaming of things that might have… Down am I, and passers peep, And maybe wonder what things I’ve… Sleeping in an old jaguar car,
Wisps of Fall are in the air. A chilling breeze blows through hi… They are taking a walk As the Summer season comes to a s… School is starting his hopes are h…
Except these flights of song, I n… As consolation for thy absence, D… Nothing to stop the wanderings of… That still my troubled countenance… But what device, however strong an…
Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food.
I write you everyday and it still… You will never remember my face bu… Our love will never be the same, b… Through space and time, we are the… I can still smell you on my clothe…
Inquebrantable su figura restallaba el llanto profusa manera de desolar el día desandando el camino.
IT is not, Dear, because I am al… For I am lonelier when the rest a… But that my place against your hea… Too dear to dream of when you are… I weep because my thoughts no more…
MONEY Whereunto is money good? Who has it not wants hardihood, Who has it has much trouble and ca… Who once has had it has despair.
With reverance I prepare my pipe… I crumble this sublime divine resi… A tiny avalanche of oily flecks fa… A mountain of amber coloured hash… Ready to burn and set ablaze with…
Bright green leaves are silhouette… Against a background of darker gre… And with the sun’s reaching rays, Shafts of sunlight dot the scene, Treetops touch a clear blue sky,
It’s that ryte fine rain that wet’… Sometimes It’s spitting don’t kno… Or it’s pissing it dahn someone sa… Wets tha threw including your head… It’s chucking it dahn reyt bad,
THERE was once a day, but old T… That brave Caledonia, the chief o… From some of your northern deities… (Who knows not that brave Caledon… From Tweed to the Orcades was her…
By Stanley Collymore We were both massively turned on b… and the prime opportunity to stren… assist this auspicious state of af… obviously and decidedly there; two
-/NkowaNkowa (Nsuku)/- What happens to a dream deferred? What happens to a talent forgotten… What happens to a song unheard? What happens to a passion down tro…
If I was an Afghan, whatever would I do? Bullets flying everywhere I wouldn’t have a clue! -
Five years I’d suffered the bulli… Five years I’d suffered the point… But I could see light, at the end… The five years of running, of figh… It was coming to an end, but then,
cold grey clouds obscure the once clear sky I pause and wonder: one year or one hundred before summer arrives?
I’d like to hold you through the n… To not be condemned to life alone, To live this life with someone goo… To let the mind and heart atone, It seems there always comes an end…
The night-flood rakes upon the sto… Along the rugged cliffs and chalky… Mourns the hoarse Ocean, seeming… All that are buried in his restles… Mined by corrosive tides, the holl…
November 14th,2016 poem How I’m supposed to sleep peacefu… Knowing my girl Ain’t my girl no mo The thought of someone touching yo…
See him speaks, as he hits the words, like Glen Goulde hits the keys of a piano, his a pioneer at work, speaking with rhythm of beats that exhale from african drums. Making rhymes ...
How tall among her sisters, and ho… How grave beyond her youth, yet de… As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of… Our youngest Alma Mater modest st… In four brief cycles round the pun…
Some call it pain This blade I ran through my vein Some call it a sin But they don’t know the condition… They say I’m cold
Did you know that a dream could ha… It can pound with a passion deeper… Did you know that a dream could ha… Singing with such love, like an an… Did you know a dream could have a…
It is the blood-hued maple straigh… Voicing abroad its patriotic song. Its daring colours bravely flingin… The ensign of the Nation of the N…