Best Contemporaries Poems

It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the...

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I can clearly sense your utter despair of Der Matratzengruft*
As you valiantly carried on your poetic works to the very end.
This did not change your...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who...

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Step 1: 
Inhale an envious mask upon your castrated 
skull, 
and prompt this necessary illusion to commence.
Bathe yourself in ego-filled waters till you feel superior
to...

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Today's changing times tell me 
I need to become more contemporary.
Yet these old bones of mine
Would rather remain with the familiar.
Using archaic words gives me...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who...

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Tell me your reasons and I shall tell you mine; never ceasing stories, but!?

Sheltered as a child and kept from the world, to soothe anothers...

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Know me?
          Not even close ...
     If I were to write about...

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The Old Man and the Singer- Mystic

it was like the old man
aged and rustic
a Singer sewing machine
oddity to find in a river
rusted, like the old...

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I awoke this morning, before Dawns early light; the Sunshine still slept.
I took my coffee cup, out on the porch, and  for “Lenore” I...

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Founder's day 
>A wind of gratitude is waving
>River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
>Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
>All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’


>’’Osagyefo y3...

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“He fought often and once bled in the cause of freedom, but his habits of War did not lessen in him the peaceful virtues which...

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I know you invited the Brothers to side-line along,
but only if we are here to listen;
Don't speak.

Yet I may have credential for qualifying voice.
For I,...

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I wear a toga bigger than the life I live
I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear
My name means unlimited abundance
Cultivating the earth...

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Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate

         For Thiru-Valluvar, the “nameless” author of 
the...

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