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Poetry (and let no man tell you different) is what separates us from the beasts. It is the gateway to our soul, and the evidence of our immortality. It is but a remnant of that heavenly spark bestowed upon us in the garden. It exists equally in the most base,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 16 of 1201
Solstice XIIIIn that season when the lamp of heaven swings,Out to the extreme of its pendulum's beam;To the north in summer long twilight it brings,While in the south in winter begetting dreams.I have yet to know whether that wandering orb,Might find the wisdom to slacken its pace.And somewhere between fiery and frigid abso... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone: 16 of 276
Twilight... How dare you disturb my choir of crickets?I sit alone outside in the dark for a reason.Watching for the night with vagrant eyes;It's dark enough that I don't have to lookAt you, or anything else in particular.Still, you speak endlessly of nothing;You should at least keep time with the cadence.While I train my sens... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 10 of 159
October Wood When October comes I wish I could feel,like the leaves of June have lost their appeal.When the green of summer has faded to red.When orange and purple cover the flower bed,and limbs in the breeze rattle leaves overhead,I grudgingly admit that summer is dead.In March when the ice slowly makes a retreat,and wester... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 19 of 249
A Marriage A maple and pine grew side by sideIn a forgotten field of timothy grass.Unnoticed until I happened to passNot far from where they chose to hide.Just two little twigs sharing the sun,On a summers day many years ago.I never thought that they would grow,Much less one day bloom into one.But later I saw their small gre... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's way: 12 of 131
A Solitary Doe Cool mornings in July bring much needed relief,that's dispelled by the cicada, and midday heat.It complains with it's siren from a tall listless tree,while the sun bakes the grass in an afternoon breeze.It don't bother a blue jay who's seen it before,as he clings to a cattail indifferent and bored.Above in the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 65 of 633
Hush Hush, and listen to the rush of wings as they pass byGhostly silhouettes painted on a gray November sky.Geese seeking refuge in an oft-repeated themeHidden by a fence of trees, on yonder pond or stream.Hush, and hear the mournful sound as they draw near.Skimming treetops, their honking tells us they are here.Race to the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fairy tales: 15 of 121
The Wizard And The Fly.... There was a Wizard visiting a peaceful landWho stayed as a guest in the grandest palace.Of a king who ruled with a gentle handWith a beautiful queen who bore none malice.This Wizard found a fly in his cup of meadWhile he feasted with royal guests surroundingAnd getting quite bored with the princel... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: God: 23 of 179
Evolutionary So tell me again how we all came to be,how our forefather fishies wiggled out of the sea.Grew lungs, legs, heads and a couple of hands,and decided to walk on two legs on the land.Explain how the equation: "Time plus chance"taught the robins to sing and honey bees dance.How shadows on the moon formed a human fac... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 111 of 784
Chasing VenusI give chase to her in the morning before the daybreak comes.As she rises very early wrapped in robes of celestial white.And although it's well known she closely follows the Sun.Tis' for me, and my joy only that she awakens in the night.No matter the weather, if neither star nor pale moon beams;I've long been th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: As October begins: 3 of 19
Indian SummerOctober rain will neither curse nor blessWhen it scatters in a midnight breezeReluctant leaves that will come to restBeneath the tattered and mournful trees.Some fall with their own, some alone.While others with strangers will lie.A fate where all of their kind are proneTo drift in the rain of October skies;Octob... More..