Playing With Fire
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Yeah one good ‘ole boy with a foot in the grave,
tied to heavens hell as a mortal slave,
A sin...

Obama, My Socialist Friend
By Reid Baer

A job loss
sends me back
to the Big City
to live in a once grand house
that has been turned into
...

Boundaries
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Let me coral my thoughts…
cowboy up and lasso my imagination
brand it with the heat of my soul and let...

Slumdog Millionaire Lies
And The Seven Pillars
By Reid Baer

El Lawrence the Arab
Englishman was right that
it has not been written
until we have...

Rumi Tennessee
By Reid Baer

I would rather have clarity
about my life than live on a
rocky top with limitless sight.
If the boy’s born around here...

When you and I were young, my boy. When you and I were young.

Children on parade, 4th of July...(2001)
poem by Peter Menkin
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The girl scouts wore silly hats,
one an emerald green overly...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘T was three an’ thirty year ago, When I was ruther young, you know, I had my last an’ only fight About a gal one summer night. ‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke ‘N’...

Wake the Dead
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The emotional wheels are spinning,
look at the balance in the weeble wobble.
The gyroscopic confidence...