Exploring Poetry

I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love.

fta: "“Would” implies will – are we getting an account here of where will must of necessity move? Not ascending, not descending, but straight across?"

I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way The Stars about my Head I felt About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

fta: "Another starting point for wisdom is that it might not be possible to conceive of life without death."

fta:" A parent and child – perhaps a father and daughter – are on a beach. He may have told her a story: bring me a rock; if it’s the right shape and size, then when I throw it far away into the water, it will dissolve and free the creature within."

What happens when a Viking raiding party comes down with a case of dysentery while traversing the high seas in search of loot, rape and plunder? Whatever happens, it' so intriguing the author (a Viking) decided to try his hand at poetry to detail it.

We all are familiar with dating and few of us have initiated in advance than the respite.

Poetry on the London underground

I determined to take a year off touring the globe and young man did I have enjoyment?

Call me strange but I like verse that pour out from heart twinge

They were the symbol of purity and kindness and we did not have to agonize about them deceitful.

Remember the movie Pay it Forward? The premise was that instead of paying someone back, you do something wonderful for someone and in return, you ask them to do something for someone else and so on until you've changed the DNA of the planet. When you'r

A sad poem by Jose Antonio Ponce about a failed relationship - one that we can probably all relate to in some way or another.

Some citizens appear to be usual romantics, while others emerge to be adoringly defied.

I am passionate about love cards that are in Black and White, it inserts supplementary significance to the card.

I recognize this may sound like folk story like from the instant.

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – Too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog - To tell one’s name – the livelong June - To an

I believe disloyalty is unforgivable and citizens ought to be embarrassed of their infidelity.

Circles of time, circles of rhyme, circles of love and life. Stories of pain, stories of gain, stories of war and strife. Dreams of worlds, dreams of girls, dreams of stars and night........