“But Poetry's dead,” they say “And Song and Drama, Painting too! No Muse. No Bard. To write in verse and meter's simply wrong and rhyme is only for a greeting card. There's nothing more to...

Go little poem. Go sneak into each ear and vellicate the lobe with vowels that chime or blow upon the drum to make them hear, not see (tug eyelids shut) the rising climb of consonants, the...

Sweet Light
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Visualize, visual eyes, visual lies…
Night is not the absence of light,
night is a convention of dense shadows.
And...

R U Glenn Beck
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Such exhilarating cynicism
this acid love, burning from impassioned lips.
Screaming at the unwashed...