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EnemiesA Poem by Robert RonnowI cultivated at least two enemies yesterdaythe enemies I wantedI wanted them to be angry instead of memy attitude being I don't care I'll do as I plea.. |
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Dad's BarkA Poem by Robert RonnowDad's bark is worse than his verse.When he hits it doesn't really hurt.The dirt outside the house is soil.The mouse inside the house is life.Can't esc.. |
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Ectopic HeartA Poem by Robert RonnowEctopic heartbeat. Acousticneuroma. Sleepapnea. Gettingolder blessingagainst alternative.Neither hatenor repair.Immediatelythe woods were familiar .. |
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ProvidenceA Poem by Robert RonnowIn disaster and war moviesthe protagonist (Queen) and her immediate circleare protected from anonymous death. They may die (one by one or all at once).. |
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Year MillionA Poem by Robert RonnowStanding at back of cafeteria during youth basketball awards ceremonyThis is my community."What you do may not seem important but it is very important.. |
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Thicker than WaterA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe sat in his favourite corner, Each day, just taking his pills, The old man, Frederick Horner Counting his cash and paying his bills.. |
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The Little OnesA Poem by AnnaNo sons of my own shall I have,and no wife of my own shall I receive.But there are the little ones,that shall bid me farewell when I leave.No family o.. |
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Home SchoolingA Poem by Robert RonnowNovember and Aprilwhen the trees are first bare and last nakedhave become my favorite months. All the food eatenexcept last rose hips and earliest lee.. |
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Twice Set FateA Poem by AnnaHe held his son to his chest in the frigid rain,knees that knelt upon the wet ground of Undomiel.Angry winds kept the lightning still at bay,sleeping .. |
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Ne'er The SparrowsA Poem by AnnaSparrows dive ahead of the sweeping Indian breeze,as native sails fly golden hues of sun swirling on black cotton.Ne'er has there been a more beautifu.. |
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Being a MomA Poem by ConnieMy joys of being a mom to two wonderful sons. |
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MotherA Poem by ConnieThis poem is about the abuse I suffered at the hands of my mother and stepfather. |
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Lantern: A ShantyA Poem by AnnaI did not leave you,I will not die.Look to the stars,or to the sky.My name is there,gaze up and know.Look to the sands,or to the snow.I cannot forsake.. |
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Crossing the River TImeA Poem by Rikkevi Ruea reflection on the journey we all are making |
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Dear FatherA Poem by AnnaGod's arms are outstretched above the rolling sea,well he knew that, his dear father told him that.Saying, "God loves you, my son. Remember?"But the s.. |
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Where Have They Gone, poem 1A Poem by daninstockholmThese two poems are a new re-write of a poem I posted earlier. They are about my recollections of the impact of the war in Vietnam and it's impact on .. |
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Where Have They Gone, poem 2A Poem by daninstockholmThese two poems are a new re-write of a poem I posted earlier. They are about my recollections of the impact of the war in Vietnam and it's impact on.. |
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Beth: A LamentA Poem by AnnaWhen she spoke I thought I had listened,I thought I had heard all that she could be.But as time surpasses us, I know I truly didn't,because I don't kn.. |
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Keeper of the WoodA Story by CaitA short story that reads as a fairy tale. A child is the protector of a small sacred wood. A man intrudes desperate to feed his family and begins hunt.. |
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