A priceless object handled with The utmost care will break— Or weather past credulity Catastrophe, if fake.
Masks to stand out Masks to hide in Masks to protect us Masks to fight in Masks to cover us
Beautiful start while mapping the… excellence, a round of applause w… the son is with our daughters our daughter with our sons they young but growing
Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.
This place smells richly of the mu… of cars and trucks, and hot tarmac… of the rich tapestry of the gum tr… roses and carnations in the park j… Its ordinary nature is so heighten…
It is that quick stare I saw on y… the only difference now is that yo…
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village o… Where health and plenty cheered th… Where smiling spring its earliest… And parting summer’s lingering blo… Dear lovely bowers of innocence an…
The purpose has yet to be unfolded I shall not yield any power over i… This man has slowly etched his nam… Tattoo Wriggling inside my heart -
By Stanley Collymore The genius was absolutely Barbadi… entrepreneurial skills a commonpla… reed or conversationally the grass… be globally known as sugar cane, w…
To step into the sanctified chambe… To enter a hot box of intoxicating… And to meditate to dizzy heights o… In the holy inner sanctum of psych… To experience happiness induced by…
Is it love? Is it hate? I’ve seen them rise, I’ve seen th… I’ve heard them shout, call and wh… I’ve witnessed them try to be famo… Surrounded by humans full of hatre…
Day and day I sit here screaming Deep inside my mind is dreaming All my pain it goes unoticed I give up on hoping praying What’s the point in living like th…
Air—"Gypsy’s Warning" Andrew was a little infant, And his life was two years old; He was his parents’ eldest boy, And he was drowned, I was told.
MY aged head now stoops its honou… Bow’d with the load of fifty winte… And for the raven’s glossy black a… The downy whiteness of the cygnet’… Loose scatter’d hairs around my te…
She hangs to her sweater sleeves for dear life its her only way of feeling safe, Safe from all the words they say about her as she walks down the
Microwave rice with things in it It’s what I usually eat. Now, while I wait to dissipate th… This rude description has been let… Analogue to I, feeling stranded,
#22 My throat tightening fast The wooden barrier Constricting my passage Heaving, wretching, wretched
Embarrassed to speak in waves of v… some would embrace as talent. Shame lingering next to pride over… I wonder why society has deemed my beliefs wron…
Keep your eyes open the sun is rising over the horizon the darkness is fading and light i… soon daytime will reach but in this moment we are at peace
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...
Dedicated to Louis Becke You are now in London town, Louis Becke, Keeping up your old renown, Writing yarns of women brown,
Reluctant Summer! once, a maid Full easy of access, In many a bee-frequented shade Thou didst thy lover bless. Divinely unreproved I played,
The bricks are placed to close oth… As each day the wall grows higher, And soon the person hidden there, Has only more bricks that it requi… With each event that adds a brick,
In the dying of the desolate dawn, I inhale one last breath of peace before the bell tolls on the hour of morning and day to day life begins.
I sit inside a cemetery, surrounde… Staring at a headstone;and the mem… I look away and hang my head;tears… Silently whispering to my self;ign… In an endless procession;faces com…
For when I was once a traveler of the seas, so squalid, so frigid, snapping and forcing my fragile body to and fro with such a benevolent rage, I felt unafraid. For it was not that I ha...
On the way home from work, father was still seething from the pressure at the office. He got into a heated argument with one of his co-workers and it was near the end of the month when...
Smiling can be awfully infectious, You can catch it just as quick lik… When someone smiled at me this mor… I started smiling too. I walked around the corner,
LIFE! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must par… And when, or how, or where we met, I own to me 's a secret yet. But this I know, when thou art fl…
Of late, being good materialists we put space first calling this universe spacetime Yet, at the speed of light it’s not space collapsing