By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying…
By: Richard LeDue The past used to be heavy as a bookI always wanted to read,but instead found solacein making sure it was visiblefor the people I thought I neededto impress, while the apathetic dustweighed me down even more,like I…
By: Debbie Tunstall ” Sit down,” he said.“What can I do to help?” I’ll slouch downhead hung low, mind clenching words. Then something extraordinary happens- emotions paint the room. He looks up, opens lipssounds of deafening silence. I stand up,…
By Bruce Levine A winter morningSunshine fills crispy, clean airSnow is on the ground Fighting off the coldPeople bundled to the neckHats and scarves and gloves Frozen hands and feetTime for a hot chocolate breakWhen will winter end Winter’s frozen…
By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter night Dome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering.
By: James Aitchison Unthinking,unaware of his path,man makes choices,takes refuge in the transient,favours the fault lineover the rock.Every man has hismeasure of goodness.He is never lost.In the stillness of his soul,he can reclaim hispurpose and his gifts.The wheel spinsthe truth.
By: Kyle Joseph Omandac Ilustrisimo Weighted flight I was once a free birdGracefully swifting through spaceUnbothered by the whistling turbulenceA bird that morning delights breed But then, my life happenedThe weight of feathers doubledBody stuffed with tripled troubleAnd now, I…
By: Pawel Markiewicz Your lute became supernaturally amaranthine.Its melody belonged to marvel of realm full muses.The tender Gods love you – Orpheus and your musing charm.And your homeland – worshipped each your dreamy song and ballads. Soft birds and dazzling…
By Carl Papa Palmer Folks getting ready to go I’m sadI see my carrier I’m happyI go too good or not so gooddepends on where we’re goingPapa’s house or the vetwhen my door opens I’m happyPapa’s house good not the…
By: Paweł Markiewicz If you have autumn in your heart, blessed soul,the morning star foretells rain of memories here.Highlights and shadows – an ontological being.I’m curious about your paths, your ethical emotions.If the heart breaks the ice of memory,the heart…
