Best Network Poems

Why does the voiceless canary stare so bleakly?
Why do the sullen grey clouds desert a sombre sky?
As the ugly black smog blots out the valiant...

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(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good)

Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man 
up, down, tricking eggs between branches
slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner
twisting, turning heads 50...

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What color are you?
You! You! You! You! You! You! I could do this all day. Smirk.
I am not talking about hair color, eye color, or...

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Forest fairies changing colors,
autumn's patchwork pattern weaving
in the foggy morning stillness
before winter's barren grieving,
up the river on the damp air,
up hollows through the shadowed vales
sounds...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken...

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It has often been said that empires come and go
And from the beginning of time that has been so
Empires ruled with terror and an iron...

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The women of the soup have been attacked again this morning
the King is on his soapbox, with profanity and warnings
His credibility is gone as he...

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~ some people find life unmerciful to live 
                ...

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“The pathless path beckons us ~
To get aboard God’s bliss bus”
            ~ quote by...

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I am not good memories
I am not very kind
I am your history
Stuck in your mind

If you let me break you I must
Turn your life into...

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BROWNED-CENTS

One of the true ways 
to remain in captivity is to keep silent to avoid your captor’s 
hostility and confusion

A penny for my 
thoughts has...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works...

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Then I Opened That Door…

To The Question: “How was your Day?” came this response…

The other day I arrived at work and found my chair was...

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You look at me and see a northeast highway after winter
Cracked, worn, roughened by conditions not meant to be endured.
I was once the most beautiful...

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Yin/Yang
Ch'ang as "Constant"
natural law of growth and decay
yanging and yinning,
logically necessary alternation of opposites
universally permacultural law: exterior nature as inner conscience communicant
Interior Landscape of eco-Ch'ang...

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