Poetry
Poetry in the Public Square
Is poetry a public or private thing?
One’s love of country could be deliciously stirred by the magic of poetry:
“This happy breed of men, this little (...)
He Credited Fear
At the window he credited Fear,
Regretted his temper drive,
And looked to gloomy vistas
This morning again arrived.
Secrets of giggly girls,
Potent Innocence fails
Divers of missing pearls
Bartered from (...)
Where Boys Walk
Where Boys Walk
Fist clenched,
Forearm flexed,
Raised above, hovering,
Before down the hit.
Cringed below, a boy child’s
Dread,
And fear. And Humiliation.
Again.
Hands, kind, reach,
Stretch, pat on’a back,
Rest on’a shoulder,
A smile, a (...)
Laugh like a young man
Trigger Warning. Caution: This poem tends to glorify being a man.
Laugh as a Young Man Laughs
Laugh as a young man laughs.
Laugh hearty, laugh out loud,
Laugh at (...)
A Tide Barely Felt
The Tide Barely Felt
Time, the tide barely felt,
Sweeps us
Away.
Its low waves rush across the shore
And withdraw,
The clicking sounds of tiny rocks colliding,
Raking over their fellows,
And
With (...)