‘Apollo Builds Troy with His Lyre’ by James Sale
A miracle, how else to say it then? At first, but ground, absolutely nothing there, A river meandering by, ...
A miracle, how else to say it then? At first, but ground, absolutely nothing there, A river meandering by, ...
The Glass Bottle Tree When the wind blows through, the tree shakes. The glass bottles tip their sunlight Over ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJQTF0bkq8s The Funeral March of a Marionette is by Charles Gounod. The marionette's broken—dead— right off. The funeral procession ...
Currency of Compassion Throughout the history of humanity conscious coveting with eyes, insanity anxious and eager to grasp with ...
When the last candles smoldered on the funeral eve, And no echo of condolence rippled midnight silence, I rose in ...
. . Fathers and Grandfathers When we see our Brethren bold, Reach the age called Growing old, Men grow thoughtful, ...
I walked around the garden, and did think. If I had my own how would I create? With enclosed space ...
True to Nature Men take up arms to battle in the sun, anticipating minor victories won o'er valiant, steadfast foes ...
The aspens are turning, my neighbor said. I went to see. Mostly gold, some red, They stood and whirled, their ...
Originally published in The Epoch Times. LinkedIn's Censorship in China LinkedIn connects people the world over, Crafting a cozy café ...
Poems from the Hungarian Poetry Reading 9/19/2013 Twenty Years Later By János Vajda (1827–1897) / Translation by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth ...
That would be so much better for everybody, themselves included.
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