My son’s poetry: Sideways
My son has promised to publish a poem on my blog at least once a month. He’s also made an oath to get all my books published when I die. I’m the “Occassional… Continue reading
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My son’s poetry: Friday Night in Kennesaw
I’m trying to convince my son to publish a poem on my blog at least once a month. He’s the serious poet in the family, I’m the occasional poet. If poetry were… Continue reading
Poem: Saturday Afternoon in July
I know, it isn’t July any longer, but it IS still summer. Robert has promised to provide a poem to publish on my blog at least once a month. Given my son’s impossible… Continue reading
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Prompt : Street
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 66: (STREET) in the C rhyme line. If you want to participate, here’s the link: RONOVAN WRITES QUICK DESCRIPTION OF HOW TO WRITE A DÉCIMA: There are 10… Continue reading
A word & a poem
A word & a poem from my son. He is the serious poet in the family, and he will be sending me more poems during the year to publish on my blog.… Continue reading
Poetry : An Ode To Friendship
Finishing Line Press has published my son’s newest book of poetry! I’m trying to convince him to publish a poem on my blog at least once a month. If you’d like to see… Continue reading
Hindsight
We utter, “Why didn’t I see that coming?” Puzzle pieces of our lives assemble without a guide, …or do they? Witness the anger stop as if a page turned to the next… Continue reading
Language : A river of words
Language: A river of words flowing from mouth to mind, a verbal sculpture. . Language tortures: The never-ending drip… drip… dripping of acidity. “What’s wrong with you? You’re making no sense!”… Continue reading
Inner battles
War. Who isn’t waging it inside? Name one person without an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. War begins from the time we’re told, “NO!” We struggle with… Continue reading
Ruins
The library of Alexandria burns. We surf for information Starved of knowledge. Atlantis sweeps away ruins of history. Reimagined priests worship Brahman’s sacrifice. Ten thousand years, Sahara’s secrets waited. We bury… Continue reading