The Rebels of Rhyme
The Rebels of Rhyme A writer writes to right the wrongs, A singer sings just to sing songs. I jot
Read moreSee Rhyme.
The Rebels of Rhyme A writer writes to right the wrongs, A singer sings just to sing songs. I jot
Read moreI have never tried to write a poem, at least it rarely happens. My process is just being open and
Read moreThe past lingers in our minds, but also in the places we called home, where experience was blessed and bestowed.
Read moreA Young Boy and his Cat … A Young Boy Falls Asleep With His Cat “He is quiet and
Read moreWhat We Believe We may believe what we want to believe, but often that does not represent truth, for we
Read moreTruly Letting Go It is easy to understand that pain and past circumstances have a negative effect on our present
Read moreRed roses on the vine, sweet perfume so divine, with you beside me and knowing you are mine, wish all
Read moreThat gusto, that virulent life that once we were, in older age stirs. Not all we were, but acceptance for
Read moreOur present-day society, although greatly advanced through technology, has never seemed so lost. Both political and religious tensions continue to
Read moreBreakup, words unsaid … Love is never certain and change can bring heartache, but betrayal can come in many forms
Read moreStumbling through the broken glass What they call the “aftermath” Ears ringing, pulse screaming My eyes deceive; perhaps I’m dreaming
Read moreA Day To Use Our Sidewalk Chalk I. Sidewalk Chalk The evening found us out in our small yard to
Read moreLost Love … Betrayal in love is one of our greatest fears and if it eventuates, pain. The question is
Read moreKeeping the Yard Clean To Move Out to the Yard There are seedling I planted last week some radish, wild
Read moreThe Many Views From My Kitchen Windows 1. Kitchen Windows So many kitchen windows face the wood of fence as
Read moreAfter Watching Episodes of “This Old House” I. This Old House A reminder to clean my rain gutters. The bathroom
Read moreTony DeLorger ‘I am a pariah, a leader, a soothsayer and observer, and by my pen I seek to glean
Read moreDog Days, Painting, and Turpentine Summer swelter with no sign of rain Unfortunately means it’s that time again Pushed it
Read moreSomewhere Lost in Time … The young soldier held out to her his hand, looking up with love at his
Read moreOnly a poet understands the pickle his or her life has become. We are observers, scrutineers, truth seekers and bound
Read moreSleep, my friend…. Iced or warm, the bourbon burns Down my hollow throat to where it goes The liquid spawns
Read moreShattered window; shattered lives Inner-city where life is gritty Heads kept down and eyes moving Dangerous bubble full of trouble
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