Literary Yard

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Poetry

biscuits on black wooden surface

Oreo Cookies

By: Jim Bates His father loved sports cars driving fastIn the end he had a white Porsche spiderLike James Dean was driving when he diedHis dad liked to take his son up into the mountainsDriving the twisting roads of the…

a silhouette of people standing under the starry sky

‘Stargazing Love’ and other poems

By: Claudia Wysocky Stargazing Love Love is a fissure in the universe;It eats at the fabric that holds the partsIn any form together. It shatters them in two. It is a Peculiar Sin, what destroys.The love said to be true…

‘The Last Sparrow’ and other poems

By: Jeff Lewis The Last Sparrow As days become shorterand shadows grow long,the verdant tone of Summeryields to the palette of Fall.A sparrow appears on the grassdampened by frost the evening before.The little bird should have long departedto more benevolent…

‘Schadenfreude’ and other poems

By John RC Potter Schadenfreude By John RC PotterDefinition: “Finding joy in someone’s misfortune” This is a German word,it holds a rhythmic resonance.It has a pleasing sound,yet points to a type of penance. They meant me no lasting harm,I believe…

tapped out

By: Karen O’Leary a year trappedin a healthcaresystem—a moneygrabbing empire where patientsmake appointmentsfor consults theydon’t qualify for??? hope dashedwearing out the illyet the cost basiscare keeps rolling

sunset over snow covered mountains

‘Colors of the Sky’ and other poems

By: Stephen Grant COLORS OF THE SKY Let’s look at the sky, its corners and depth, upside downand sideways. Then let’s describe its colour. Blue seemstoo obvious and doesn’t tell us much, a tautology if ever were. Red adds nothing,…

I got your letter today

By: Carl Papa Palmer not a text, instant message,face book postor forwarded email an actual letterin a stamped envelopeaddressed to medelivered by my mailmanopened immediately your letter with a poem,a poem for me,written by yousigned by you holding your poemreading…

people holding a guest card

‘Guest of Honor’ and other poems

By Karen Lee Stradford Guest of Honor We hasten to the lobby,Coats hang on armswaiting to get checked in.A hostess directs us to the ballroom,large purple and goldlatex balloons swayin opposite directions.Rectangular tablesset in rowswith padded chairs. The smells offried…