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’...

John Gielgud in Prospero's Books

A Poem by Charles Bryant


Music and text both admirable,
concept intriguing, performance beyond reproach;
for...

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...

Pain Killer
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

All of that glitter and gold,
blue skies and sunshine,
happiness murdering the pain.

It’s...

The Wanderer

Translated by W. R Sims

Recited by Charles Bryant

Anglo-Saxon poetry can often be fairly maudlin. I have taken on when reading 'The...

Poets and Vampires
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I find myself drinking deep
the blood of empathy.

Wounded humanity in my arms.
I...

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...

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...