Treasure Hunting Soon to be a low moon and elsewhere fire. Lucky mountain shone copper but not to pocket. Not that kind of angel between maybe and the blaze. Asked to hold my baby. Didn’t envy gravity to lug its chubby moon from under. Dear dire said the radio and oh I […]
All the chairs and the long brown couch just lay down on the floor in a line and the thin curtains joined them, sort of on the side or fluttering down onto them and I watched thinking this is the kind of loneliness I should’ve known about and this is nonsense: I object. But the […]
It was a house Of many absences Dust settled on her bed Outside, the green of mountains blue Inside, the shadowy dim of things we knew I met you here This empty house Echoes spliced between silence and quiet Nothing etched from nothingness by Wesley Gibbings
Along comes a horse So powerful and sleek He runs with his heart Not his feet. The heart of a champion Is what this horse has The looks of eagles in his eyes Just as He runs and runs with all his heart While the crowd is awed with his amazing arts He crosses the […]
Time was old horse- when we crossed the Great Divide, riding east into prairie land- a cowhand could ride all day never seeing house or barbwire fence- and all the schooling a man could ever use was plain old common horse sense. As far as the eye could see the prairie was a sea of […]
Hope Hope for a child Hope that my age Hope that it isn’t too much Hope that a letter is sent Hope that pills don’t mean Hope that it’s over for me Hope that a doctor’s eye Hope can be convinced Hope by God be blessed Hope for a child Hope. by Charlotte Ballard
Started from nowhere Nobody knows when There was chaos The Oracle has foreseen Death abound everywhere The dungeon crossed its bow Espousing tribulations But He came In solemn animosity For mankind Trumpeting Emancipation by Edgar Rendon Eslit
Hope abides; therefore I abide. Countless frustrations have not cowed me. I am still alive, vibrant with life. The black cloud will disappear, The morning sun will appear once again In all its supernal glory. by – Sri Chinmoy
My hero is the best He is better than all the rest My hero doesn’t like to admit That he is my hero when he dose his little bit My hero has love and respect Even he is my prime subject My hero is always on my mind Even though he is smart and kind […]
Take heed of loving me; At least remember I forbade it thee; Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste Of breath and blood, upon thy sighs and tears, By being to thee then what to me thou wast; But so great joy our life at once outwears; Then, lest thy love by my death […]
