Wilyem Clark > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

There is barely satisfaction, Let alone joy, In lowering the boom, tightening the screws, Herding a wayward flock of one Into its psychic pen, Fr..

Where admiration and pity collide, They fire up a contemplative kind of fusion, Producing heat and light That neither spur nor illuminate The huma..

The rail-thin farm boy, Such as he is at age fifty-one-- Still innocent in some ways, Corrupted in others-- Preserves a fresh face and wholesome s..

We are all fitfully stirred into action: To break down the barrier between us and others, To throw out a lifeline, to dirty our nails, To take a sl..

Grow old. Become young again. Challenge myself. Provoke others. Take life more seriously. Treat death more lightly. Revel in my deviance. Culti..

An angel has fallen-- He lives in the depths outside of God's grace; This is no reason to despise him Or neglect his needs. On the contrary, T..

The eye meanders, the soul searches, The old methods no longer apply; Gold, despite its reputation, decays and dissolves. You are diligent in you..

And so the giant lizard stomps among us, An uninvited presence like the horde of snakes This country sends to pester us. More come each year to fos..

The ruddy, puffy baby, Who knows little of this world Beyond the confines of its crib, Bawls incessantly, needing its balms-- Tender strokes and f..

Love is a ball that songwriting poets bat around for ages until they discover it doesn't exist.