"Where's my mint julep?" I feel is an appropriate question as this dome of mugginess seems to be hanging on. Neither do the thunderstorms help because after they're over they leave humidity behind them which is made less tolerable with the hot temperatures that ensue. The Southern Belle in me awaits the soon to come … Continue reading Southern Belle: Marjolaine Brodeur
Category: Poets
The Gentle Breeze: Richard Edwards
The gentle breeze,plays across the water.It carries with it, the hopes and dreams.Of, the lovers here, with their children.It is beautiful.The dream is carried, by the young at heart.With it those who are children dress of.And what we bring, to the young is a blessing.Love is what I offer, for the belief we are loved.Our … Continue reading The Gentle Breeze: Richard Edwards
A Book of Shadows: Robert St. Germain
I found a book covered in leaves.It was in the woods surrounded by trees.I opened it up and peered inside.The darkness within could no longer hide.The incantations entered my mind.And there is no escape that I could find.I tried to drop it but could not let go.So, I stood there reading it in the falling … Continue reading A Book of Shadows: Robert St. Germain
December: Robert St. Germain
Sometimes it is cold as hell.But, I still love jingle bells.There is a certainromance in the air.It is good when loved ones are there. When I see the kidsPlaying in the snow,it reminds me of days long ago.When I see my oldChristmas movies on t.v.It sets me feeling free.Some feel lonely there,But it is not … Continue reading December: Robert St. Germain
On the Other Side: Robert St. Germain
Things often seem better on the other side.But, what you have now is better than anything you will ever find.Do not be blind to the treasure you hold.For without it you will be empty and cold.Do not look for perfection for there is no such thing.Love has so many gifts to bring.Keep it close for … Continue reading On the Other Side: Robert St. Germain
Untitled: Anonymous
Soon, either the mound or the sound of the pelted track are left behind.Coming from far, a car stops as the diesel leaves a riding behind,and gently curves its form to the land of its mark.As the tracks of days before leave trees and brush behind.For track and pile as man and beast, laid the … Continue reading Untitled: Anonymous
Untitled: Barby Hall
I filled the dish rack up with cups,and left them there to dry.My dream last night was full of life,and made me laugh and cry. I hopped a bus down to the bank,to pay a giant ransom.At least the robber in my dream,was humorous and handsome. I hopped another bus to take me to the … Continue reading Untitled: Barby Hall
Obsolescence: Brittney Fox
I’ll decipher your matrix, in anticipation for your love.I’ll be there when push comes to shove.I’ll decode the doubts that you speak thereof. I’ll dance with your demons to develop your higher devotion.Like a dishonest damsel, watch me toy with your abscondence emotions.I’m your third-person omniscient.I embody your obsolescence. I’ll dangle myself in front of … Continue reading Obsolescence: Brittney Fox
Losing Streak: Cassandra Kulay
I’ve been on a losing streak, waiting for my troubles to recede, nothing I do turns out right, I struggle to perceive it, but I can’t see the light. I’ve been dealt a bad hand, and, playing the game, has lost its luster, I feel so alone, even in the company of others. Everything is overwhelming, an assault on the senses, I … Continue reading Losing Streak: Cassandra Kulay
Make it Right: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth, with Love Saved your life It’s all in your hands Everything can go either way Everyone has a chance Crashing the car to avoid the baby carriage Turning on the light in a dark room Making use of the wind Letting it go Going skiing or skating Embarrassing the land The bear kills his dad But the environment is saved The … Continue reading Make it Right: James Adamson
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