The melody of the “What A Wonderful World” song by Louis Armstrong often hits me whenever I’m pissed off with mundane things around me. The beautifully churned-out lyrics sweeten my soul, de-stress my mind and revitalize me. The song lauds…
By: Chuck Orloski (November 2016) “America no longer has a functioning democracy.” Jimmy Carter to Oprah; September 2015. Look see – there’s Crazy Lydia! A retired Scranton School District teacher, she stands beside a Diebold voting machine as if looking into…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Tactful rivals are approaching showing their dreadful canines Yet A burnt remains fearless and relaxed, He just checks once again his locker up Wherein his heart and soul are locked, Comes out in the street to…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb May life be adventurous ! If the opening of eyes happens to be in a wrong place, the closing of them, at least, must quest for a right place of interest May life be courageous !…
By: Mary Bone Watching nature unfold, I am silent as leaves Fall from trees. My eyes are hypnotized By the different colors piling up on my body. I am a leaf angel As I move my arms back and forth…
By: Chuck Orloski Since presidential elections are beyond “We the People” control and the Deep State always gets their man, I confess responsibility for Trump’s victory! In the way American elections are modeled and from the very start, when programmed Public…
By Chuck Orloski Yesterday, Elsie and Tony listened to good news on Fox: “President elect Donald Trump threatened to punish U.S. companies that shift jobs overseas.” For a while, on fixed income, they had little to do but stare at…
By: April Mae Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river, envious of the pearls in your chest…
By: April Mae Berza If words could touch you, Let them caress you like a long lost lover, Weary from battle, the war of raw, An encounter with the inevitable. If words could touch you, Let the syllables play within…
By: April Mae Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your violin laughter…