Baracho E’Loco
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The weekends come, it’s fun in the sun,
it’s time to get crazy and to love some one.
Been...

Crack the Whip Poet
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Sometimes I spend my mornings
stacking words in pretty mountains.
Creating vistas of spiritual...

Prizzi Honor - una poesia
By Reid Baer

Prizzi’s a little community in
the Italian Province of Palermo
on the incendiary island of

Sicily where...

The Lady of the Wood
by MrDaMan
Virgil R Hall II (Randy)

Evil roots in the dark for terror,
for the sustenance that draws death
out of the circle of...

Abandoned rails, forgotten trails, in secret places hide. Ghosts of teh past, are all that last, where thousands used to ride. The lonesome mourns, of distant horns, still haunt the hills and...

by Guy Wetmore Carryl. A turn of the century writer. A raven sat upon a tree, And not a word he spoke, for His beak contained a piece of Brie, Or, maybe, it was Roquefort: We'll make it any...

Ode to Autumn
by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
...

Hell Yeah!
By MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Uh oh… the words are all piling up,
the jumbled semantics of poets and preachers,
politicians of serious...

Star Song
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

What of the empathy of the sun
to gaze across the universe
and sing to other stars.

We are...