POEM: That young man with the gun
By Mark Sylvester That young man with the gun is a misguided missile. Can reason reach him ...
POEM: Nature’s beauty
By Philbert George There she stands tall in appearance Her appetizing body beckoning for ...
POEM: Dose dat live in glass house
Dem ole people always say, “Dose dat live In glass house should not t’row stone.” ...
POEM: Bele’ dancers
Her feet tumbled over each other in sharp grace, Like rounded pebbles on the bed of a stream. ...
POEM: One too many
The pain and anguish that you bear Cannot be solved by drinking a beer Some see it as only ...
POEM: A cry from the Nature Isle
Thirsty, oh so thirsty, but my tears are seared by the sun’s rays As they slowly trickle to ...
POEM: Our Father’s love
Our Father’s love is so rich and so pure Trust in his name and you`ll get that loving ...
POEM: The taste of pain is bitter tears
The taste of pain is bitter tears Her heart a square, my thoughts are round In deep, so deep ...