A poem from my Triptych sequence My Damascus (N. Ball) You are my pink-forever basin languor to my punctuation Fill? You only have to look. My buckled mountain rose to clasp your lake. Now I...

The poem in its entirety is shown below, which unfortunately had to be abbreviated to fit the audio-visuals presented here.



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New Years Pace
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

History is written by whiners and lions of discontent.
Aggressive cowards of utilitarian survival,
dipping their pens in...

Destiny’s Dice
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Born on a low road,
on the deathbed of a God without a sense of humor.
A high roller throwing snake eyes and praying...

Father Adam and Hamlet
By Reid Baer

The true knowledge, the pure awful
Quixotic knowledge, I would say:
the insight into the Fallen
impossibility of...

The Poets War
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

There are no killers, waxing poetic, only collateral brain damage
on Red Cross stretchers, bleeding ink in...