Masquerade is #18 in this collection I'm calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
where’s the nearest chair electrical? my nerves death by torture? my brain these memories, these inconsistencies I’m hot, then cold, tired of the young and the old way of doing things, this life, these times death by choice, sexy suicide everybody’s grasping for the clitoris thinking they’ve found they key to happiness but they’re jacking … Continue reading Imagining Peace, Documenting Reality-Devereaux Frazier
Trace a silent line of beating wings, Beyond an edge of this road ahead. There I will stand before a grass sea, Waiting to take you gently by a hand. But only when the lines of time, Have traced your face with worn care. Let our hair be as silver-gray as a winter sky, And … Continue reading Beyond the Waving Grass- Michael Erickson
WHEN ANGELS UNITE THEM By Charles Robert Lindholm Holding Onto Memories Of Her Beloved Until The Angels Unite Them Copyright ©2019 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet Al L Rights Reserved - Please Come And View My Archives!!
the last to touch you bone-tired undertakers desperate for sleep returning you to the earth cold, dusty dirt your comfort Author’s Notes: Hey y'all, thanks for visiting the Go Dog Go Cafe and I hope you enjoyed reading today's selection. I am Donna Matthews, a born and bred Texan who can usually be found writing, … Continue reading Tanka: The Last Touch
How do you feel about old? Old tells stories Old remembers Old has lived being old is blessed How do you feel about wrinkles? Wrinkles are my story They map my journey They show where I laughed also my heart sorrows How do you feel about death? Life is ephemeral Death is patient Sand in … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: Death is Patient
By Charles Robert Lindholm I am made of dust and will return to the dust when my time is through Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come Visit My Archives!!
By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Food for my soul Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved, - Come Visit My Archives!!
i wear my losses on a chain ‘round my neck copper silver gold charms containing locks of stranded memory tied with red ribbon sometimes they are light barely noticeable sometimes they weigh the world sharp edges pricking at my tender skin © 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
By Charles Robert Lindholm Weather's wrath came like an invading army leaving destruction Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved