From the sea to the mountains our words are heard.
We share words of spontaneous combustion and
temporary sanity, through poetry and prose. .
I welcome both writers and readers
“as words are only words” if not read or
heard. Sincerely Johnny L. Cyrene


Teacher’s preacher’s Poets and More
I love the people that walk through strangebrews doors
One big family usually tranquil and serene
But every once in a while words rise like steam
Clouds of dissention words drawn like guns
Breaks my heart this is supposed to be fun
I guess I will make one more rule
Comments are ok and critiques to learn
But only if asked for; then it’s “your turn”
We can all learn and this I like
But remember only if asked for
Then it’s a delight.
Johnny Cyrene 2008


This is a place filled with poems and things,
Love, and the sad and the glad that it brings,
Pain and the rain and the crying that rings
In your ear.
This is a place filled with tears for your eye,
Wings for the birds and blue for the sky,
Friends of the heart to help you get by
All your fear.
This is a place filled with thoughts for
your mind,
Dreams to come true and treasures to find,
Moments of touching and people, so kind,
Always near. -Jack-