Best O. Henry Poems

“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
  Is our destined end or way;
  But to act, that each to-morrow
  Find us farther than today.”
A...

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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester, 
mocks in the tomb's chill,
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon...

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For My Children
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool
Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenade
Pierces the silence, their notes...

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Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, 
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.

Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise, a...

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Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

At dawn's first blush, 
milkweed pods, 
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of, 
silk sending secrets......

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Sir Henry was playing his flute
He also was smoking cheroot
But when his attire
Was soon caught on fire
I’m guessing he’s not so astute!


04~18~15
Contest: Famous Einstein Quotes...

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What If

  You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control...

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If ever there’s a campfire, rekindled as the sun goes down,
where ghosts of articulated writers, return and gather ‘round;
raise their glasses to a toast to...

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Requiem for Henry and Sylvia

The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To...

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The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's"...

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“The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, and in
It are enshrined the precious keepsakes, into which is
Wrought the giver’s loving thought.” Henry Wadsworth...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died...

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The Story so far continued from 'Visitor'…
An attractive extra-terrestrial female researcher sent to a remote island to observe earth and beam back her findings is...

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I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):

Say...

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