Site-Wide Post Activity: All Authors
 I always get disoriented on the way to your heart on the way back home my headlights seem to stop working when they touch you / so believe m... [read more] |
|
cover me in clover golden and glittering and surrounded let me know about the prettiest views let me know what makes you tick never let us b... [read more] |
|
my loneliness feels more like a language of together split into letters only I have ever known my loveliness is a cage I have decorat... [read more] |
 The Soviet flag was uncompromisingly red: perhaps to represent all those who had been killed or had died at Lenin's beheast---the murde... [read more] |
|
I DON'T LIKE GOOD BYES WHO DOES IT'S ALWAYS SEE YA LATER OR JUST SEE YA BUT RARELY EVER GOOD BYE EVEN IF I MAY NEVER SEE YOU AGA... [read more] |
|
I am making some final corrections to my poems, just in case the last moments of my lifespan draw a little too near a little too soon. ... [read more] |
|
For today’s blessing I turn once again to Maya Angelou whose words speak to people of all faiths and religions… from Judaism to Islam... [read more] |
|
We first saw Cooper on our morning walk…and had the chance to meet when, with tail wagging, he ran up to us as we walked along the st... [read more] |
 Everyone having A go at me Too ruthless Have to be More ruthless than AI BECAUSE JAH AND HIS CREW PACIFISTS TOO NICE TO WIN WONT DO THE RIGH... [read more] |
|
Remote from your ancient time and place, what can I say to or about you, ARV,?---late of slain, metropolitan Pompeii, destroyed by Vesuvius... [read more] |
|
Uncle Carapce Goiter has said, "Pompeii "did not see its punishment drawing near--- "to wipe out all of them folks who had gone queer, "dese... [read more] |
|
Poet, be comforted, be raised up to celebration: as to your poems, the Young Muses gather, the Loves (as Bion named them)---long-haire... [read more] |
|
. . . the honor of kings is to search out a matter. ---Proverbs 25:2 Haters and prudes will try to impose shame upon my father's firs... [read more] |
 Why your lipsquiver, kissing a rosebefore sunrise.A serious questionseeks a simple answer.Why did you liveinside me?I don't believe inmyself... [read more] |
 In the dawn's tender light, we start to perceive, A story unfolding, a dream to believe. Falling in love with one's own life, we find, A sym... [read more] |