By: Mahathi THE LITTLE THIEFDon’t stop but pamper Him, that prowler slyToddling with grace towards your kitchen door.Be sly like Him and His exploits espy!That thief, the worlds don’t hate but sure adore,Now there inside scooping butter and cheese.But lo…
By: Ramlal Agarwal Jawaharlal Nehru was an aristocrat: a connoisseur, a lover of luxury and beauty. And yet, he was a democrat to his fingertips and rarely mixed parliamentary sessions. Mahatma Gandhi chose him as Prime Minister of India because…
By: Frances Leitch Sea Gift Sea – giver of lifeSea that delights as waters splashSea that fills children’s heartswith merrimentSea that carries shellsfor them to shoreSea that sings a songwith the windRoars like a lionessand cries not butAlways gives the…
By: Dmitry Blizniuk The ineffable…I’ve walked into your trap.I went to a spring late at nightand froze like a armless statue in the middle of an autumn garden.What should I do? Should I grab with my teeth the knotty pencils…
By: Steven Bruce The Night, Full of Impossibilities That the cold lips of nightwould emit some insight. That the coffee could stay hotand poems would write themselves. That our eyes could be awake forever. That our burdens and regretswould be…
By: Ken W. Simpson Sailing A lonely boat in an angry oceanrolling with the wavesheaving and shedding the seasdiving deep and risingsurging towards a calmer haven. ### The Detritus of Evolution Distant echoes of familiar placesblurred and aged by timeof…
By, Karen Lee Stradford Lillian Maria-You’re the first personto show metrue love,teach meto respect myself,othersand worship God. My best friend-It’s difficult to express exactlyhow much you mean to me.Somehow, no adjective seems suitable.You’re a proud lady who knowsshe’s blessedand leads…
By: Bruno Rescigna A Midnight Walk Around My Neighborhood The peace and safety of daylightgive way to the suspicions of darkness. Sounds imperceptible in daylightgrow ominous in the night’s quiet.A leaf scraping across a sidewalkcould be a footstep.Parked cars become…
By: Rina Olsen The laptop shut with a curt clack. He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, pushing a sigh out from puckered lips. His hand curled around the tiny chocolate box, which screamed can you find…
By: J. Ross Archer Tommy Stone, a fourth grader with a deformed leg, watches his colleagues playing softball. The resident bully, Clyde Bedingfield, walks by Tommy, bumping him with a knee and sending him sprawling. Tommye is slow getting up,…