Dear Friends: Last week (on Wednesday), James E. F. Riley, Sr. underwent back surgery at a hospital in West Texas. As you know, Jim is a playwright, poet and...
I thought I - to be, one who listened well, but I find myself listening... no more, until I opened my eyes and seen it was the voice of a child, and I cried...
June 10, 2007 Dear Patrons, friends and my readers Its enriching sharing with you the launch of my first 3 books at Amazon.com . This trilogy completes the...
Cry out- little child, for want of love.... Little Blessings by Edward Wolverton@2007 Cry, my little ones- who knows me not, and sore afraid of wanting love, ...
Afrika Midnight Asha Abney is pleased to inform you that three of her poems which have been published in “Momma’s Journey” were published in the 2007 ...
Dear All, There is an excellent collection of poems by Mukesh Williams called Chuo Line and Other Poems at http://books.lulu.com/content/892982. It's just 15...
Praise the folly of a man in love- to raise the love that will be, such endearments spilling from the heart to come ... to come...to me. Endearment Of Heart by...
When the dozens lure a fine laid hen, the eggs, and all their wondering- disappear. The Muse Of Distraction by Edward Wolverton@2007 I cross paths with...
... poetrytodayonline@yahoogroups.com, "motorffffffffffffffffddrider" ... we have a great place for them to go it is a biker campground and clubhouse in...
when she married me 40 years ago, i did not force her. when i divorced her 35 years ago i forced her. we had two children - i did not force her. last year i...
to write poetry you start with a blank page you forget your tired feet your insistent age you close your eyes and picture perfection you let the image come...
War torn- that peace has known, for men and honor do we raise ourselves, that life and death are the same. On The Eve Of My Destruction by Edward Wolverton @...
if one could start at the beginning with the downy soft touch a mothers wet fingers the draft of wind - a magic feeling on the skin the terrible crash of a...
July 4 And the three-year-old at the picnic said she wanted to play the violin and I said, just like Joe Venuti and she said, you're a Joe Venuti and I said,...
fill me up lord i am an empty cartridge shell half buried beneath the boots of your shoe shine boys. crying won't do any good. you're not supposed to wake up. ...
I am an autumn sprite We came through the malediction of these days Free now from the summer's dry hot haze Into the lucid crisp autumn on the leaf blaze of...
writing a poem is oh so easy you think until you are quesy you decide: free verse or rhyme you arrange emotion into time three things happen when you are dead:...
she smokes in her car in the driveway she sleeps in an empty bed she gives her daughter a bad way of what goes on inside her head her daughter brings friends...
upon leaving a building you would hold the door for me. arriving at a waiting line you would bow your head slightly and wave me ahead of you. if we begin to...
something about the piano my cat likes: the tinkle of tight wire being aroused by felt covered hammers. the tremulous, timorous tinkle -eh? the sliding...
my life has been a series of prayers. each step of growth is preceded by some special prayer. first full memories were of prayer. at age four my mother and...
birds at a feeder the homes rises up to drawf the feeder for the birds it is called common area (really: no man's land) grass stains where owners left the...
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