By: Rob Delisa | 2010-06-02 | Poetry A Parade Rained-Out Things became very unsettled when that first bolt of light seared the calm, muggy sky. Rowdy, menacing clouds laughed as the surrounding air roared back in joyful thunder. read more
By: Ben Christensen | 2010-06-02 | Poetry anybody could tell you a storm passed through here. its not really a matter of weather but a constant read more
By: Donald Finley | 2010-06-03 | Poetry Casey''s Retirement Years had passed since Mudville frowned because of Mighty Casey. Hearts were sad and children cried; the skies were even hazy. As manager of the Mudville Nine, our Casey retired today; That was what he told the crowd, but not all he had to say. read more
By: Jeanne Parker | 2010-06-02 | Poetry Monet''s Water Lillies If I ever were to find a place as serene as here It would not be upon the earth, nor any land quite so near I would have to travel far beyond the moon and spheres To find a place where the silent songs of spring fall upon deaf ears The garden is so beautiful, no word read more
By: Doug Burrell | 2010-06-02 | Poetry A Letter to my hero, Mike Love, of The Beach Boys Dear Mike, How ya been? It''s me again, your bestest friend, just checking in. I wrote those stories like you told me to. I''d do anything for you, anything you asked me to. I''d even sue. I saw you in concert last week. read more
By: Reggie Legend | 2010-06-01 | Poetry "A Certificate of Supernaturalization" a.k.a. "The United Kingdom" Normally, naturalized citizens Don''t become cordially pacified denizens They''re on a natural high from gettin'' in to a better state. read more
By: Tom Mcmurray | 2010-05-28 | Poetry Mania, Insomnia And The News! Another manic morning with another day to face. My sleepless night last night has nudged the number up from four to five. Today is bright and sunny and clouds will be quite light throughout the day according to the weatherman on channel eight. read more
By: Jason Brommel | 2010-06-02 | Poetry The meaning of Life? Introduction: Years of my life wash away but always stay. My mind is a graveyard of memories and fertile flowerbeds. I pick through them like a used bookstore. read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-30 | Poetry SAGACITY The mind is finding Constantly growing What powers were showing We have lost by conspiring What makes sense we reflect upon Making the copy, the next copy Sparks, like charges emit Reminding awareness Knowing begins growing the match game teaches where to find peaches read more
By: Simplicity Lett | 2010-05-31 | Poetry Welcome To Westerton A Nice, Friendly Town! You''ve arrived in sunny Westerton You''re new here I see, so welcome! You''ll find that we''re as fair and friendly as can be. read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-29 | Poetry RESPECT She has country An unfathomable soul Ephemeral beauty Breast of my love ~^^~ Some men had their way with her I was not aware until she was lost Angry and hurt with lowest esteem Being abused in my face this disgrace ~^^~ Trying to stop them I write my respect As if read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-30 | Poetry THE WANDERER Heavens Denials Clearly no one sees All the obstacles Life is our souls creator Better understanding Would be based On your lifetime Beginning in time With reason we are primed We can all be free of crime ~*~ Teaching our children to stand in line I can see thi read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-28 | Poetry My sanity should be curing by revealing the crime I am enduring RIDING THE GODDOGS OF HELL HEAVENLY I AM WITHSTANDING My father within art of my heaven Matter that has reflected into my mind concerns My knowledge truth loves justice realized within spiritually His image no doubt reflect read more
By: Vanessa Alander | 2010-05-27 | Poetry A question asked more times than I would like “Where ya’ from?” Are you serious? Almost 30 years old, and still where I’m from is the first thing you want to know? How about… likes… read more
By: Brenda Ethridge | 2010-05-29 | Poetry Listen Listen to the concerts of crickets, tune in to the setting, to the unseen world that is alive with instruments playing, as male wings with their ridges produce their song. Play for us crickets, or as in France, they call you little creaker. In China your song is known as good luck. read more
By: Neil Graham Marsden | 2010-06-04 | Poetry Beyond The Orchard Across the orchard you could hear the sound, Of love as your mans fist struck the ground. His cup of plenty was dwindling fast, Knowing full well that one sip may just be his last. read more
By: SummerRaye Hardy | 2010-06-02 | Poetry The five senses of Lunch. Expectations were few cause you weren''t gonna call, my friend. And even when you did, loud, jarring, late morning I only thought of excuses from both you and I. read more
By: AMERICAN MAN | 2010-05-30 | Poetry GOD-SONG Man said God In this song Only spirits Live on Death of an angel Not messages of life songs Growing beyond one Of God is an angels'' essence ~*~ Write the mind to sing on The cure will fly Where mind is an eye A spirit of why Each heaven will apply To the l read more
By: Bob Mundle | 2010-05-29 | Poetry The Lady In Black [A fantastical narrative verse in Prologue, Nine Fits and an Epilogue, for the delectation of those dear God-fearing readers whose souls are pure and who are not of a nervous or fearful humour] Prologue: ''Tis the darkest hour of All Hallows E''en, And he and I , tw read more