While the mute trouserfly confessed a button solemnly inert.
Each verse of this poem has some fair suasive lines grasping the heart of matter at hand. I find …
Category Archives: Remarkable Verse and Prose From Earth Inhabitants.
To Fix a Procrastinator…by Something Museworthy?
A subject all who create know far too well lamentably – procrastination – is the theme of Museworthy Man in his …
In memoriam – Mark Strand 1934 – 2014
I was saddened to hear of Mark Strand’s death today, but happy that he spent so long with us writing …
She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand.
Eating Poetry – Mark Strand Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I …
Some forlorn and naked hermitage.
A slice from Shakespeare’s ‘Loves Labour Lost’ below. Often I find it is the speeches that stand above the parapets …
Thanksgiving
A succinct and well constructed piece here concerning the time of thanks.
18% Grey by – Michael S. DeBurger
The following is another re-blog which has not appeared through the pressing of buttons, rather taking the original text and …
He Teeters But Succeeds.
Talent – Carol Ann Duffy This is the word tightrope. Now imagine a man, inching across it in the space …
Tis no less [a good day], I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon
The Platonic Blow by W.H.Auden The history of The Platonic Blow The above is a link to a poem, and …
Peace
Mind at Peace When the mind is at peace, The world too is at peace. Nothing real, nothing absent. Not …
On a lighter note – A moonlight sonnet (ah)
I, the moon, would like it known – I never follow people home. I simply do not have the time. …
The Last Wolf
The following is a re-blog from Crows Head Soup. It says much about the soullessness humanity arrogantly displays at times. …
His shadow dragging like a photographer’s cloth behind him.
The Man-Moth – Elizabeth Bishop (1936) Here, above, cracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow …
The Storm has Already Been Through Here
It is I am informed, national poetry day. As you all know, (or not depending upon whether you frequent these …
I Have Nothing To Give You But My Words
Originally posted on Uncomfortably Eloquent:
I am writer; I have nothing but my words to give. Can any of us really…
The Stolen Wild
Originally posted on Valour of a Hare:
One hundred years and eleven are gone since you sent the letter Across time and unfathomable…
Esmeralda and The Cloud 
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