By: Arthur Turfa The Lament of Heloise So deep in the labyrinth of my heartechoes of your voice leave a joyous sound.Not even the pain of when we had to partcompels me to regret the love we found. Within the…
By: James Aitchison Fear not for the children.The wheel spinsand gives new soulsnew paths to walk.Every life is taken from this earthat an appointed timeas part of its eternal series.The younger life is often taken first,because it has ascended faster…
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: 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: Karen Lee Stradford We grew up together,next door neighbors.Our siblings close in ages, like steps. We were always full of life, playinghide and seek in the backyard,running around the basesand riding our bikesto the corner store for snacks. We…