Bird of Paradise It's not a bird, and that's part of the problem. It calls into question what pleases the eye, makes you doubt what you see. If paradise means…

Shower I take a hot long shower At this odd hour The sun is long set As i get soaking wet The water washes away the dirt And with it all the hurt My muscles…

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens…

The Sound of the Sea THE sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward…

To Sea! To Sea! To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; The dolphin wheels, the sea-cow snorts,…

Tangled Tangled amongst the warm white sheets and smooth warm hours. Let our thoughts crash, here, she said, on this pillow, let our dreams rise together and…

Love and Death in Central Park A poem by Larry L. Dill The old black and white speckled drake, I call the Captain, waddles along the path between the pond and…

Santa goes out one day and buys a brand new stud rooster for his chicken. The cocky young rooster walks over to the old rooster and says: ‘OK, old fellow, time…

Flower Power by Felix Dennis Came the Friday – came the dragon Up the stairs with fire and broom: ‘Rent is late, young man,’ she scolded. What’s this? Flowers…

W. S. Merwin (1927 - Present) Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Pine cone people beneath the tree, Pine cone faces smile up at me, In this lonely meadow standing up so tall beneath your sagging branches the pine cone people…

In Reflection by Felix Dennis No matter that my duty is to love her— Love is a daughter’s place: I shall not let myself become my mother, Nor wear her face. No…

DON’T LET THE ROBOTS WIN by Billy Bob Will Bob Joe Bob The red sun gazes upon a blue moon’s reveries While the baker glazes over our doughnuts memories 5-9 TV…

OUR LIGHTHOUSE By Colin Demet And when the moon collects the stars To tuck them into bags of clouds Thunder grumbling Neptune's wake Tossing blanket's…
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