Stanton Poems - Poems about Stanton

...CONVERSATION Tell me Polly, what does it say? Well, I’m not sure I wish to share Please, I never receive letters Ah, I’m sorry for you, Leila Oh, Polly, is it from – him? Yes, it is from Edmu......Read the rest...

...Stanton Macdonald-Wright synchronised abstract was his light Colours of the fragmented rainbow of his work not many know......Read the rest...

...There once lived a lady in Scranton Named Elizabeth Cady Stanton She dared to promote Women’s right to vote, ‘Tis said she threw many a tantrum. written January 14, 2......Read the rest...

...Spring Lingers Winter’s long rage is quiet now And Spring, once again clothes herself With the promise of Summer’s warmth. Yet, she lingers, and listens for The soft and familiar tread Of......Read the rest...

...P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 18 Thomas Flood 122 Thomas Harrison 304 Thomas Wells ......Read the rest...

...Oars and jars in place, sails ready to blossom, map drawn as a moon. Chinese character, rhythm of life, painted on the hull. It is strange that I see. On every mornings breeze. That ther......Read the rest...

...All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap Or something else that changed it into a foggy mean thing For ......Read the rest...

...What's the scariest book you ever read?.. Some Stephen King book like "Salem's Lot" or "The Shinning"? For me its Kate Millett's "Sexual Politics".. Oh, man.. Now THAT will scare you to death if y......Read the rest...

...Give me that old time religion Give me that old time religion Give me that old time religion It’s good enough for me Songwriters: Ford/Fascinato With age comes the inner, the higher......Read the rest...

..." Summa Lamma" Countrey Dellia won a sixman " one woan brawl" to hand the right to date the infamous " Miss Wombahaz" Tense Tussy he made Brinney Bassier submit using a Castmen Crawl ( elbow ......Read the rest...

...Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured. Marlow kept his wisecracks to the bare minimum when meeting a new client. Dam......Read the rest...

...~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods (honoring tenth poet, in my poet dedication series) I saw the rolling river at first glance, ......Read the rest...

...Mrs. Stanton In a little adobe bungalow On the back of a lot in old El Paso, Behind cacti and sand in s fantasy land, Lived Mrs. Stanton, a writer. Her days were spent among papers and books......Read the rest...

... We sat at the end of the bar in a seedy place on Seventh street. Nursing our drinks, we both had a bit too much that night. My Whiskey Sour, you could tell everything about me by my drin......Read the rest...

...The Farmer's Lament Rooster be crowin' go till your fine soil Just no damn use for us to be ahidin' Time now for bloody sweatin' and toil Laziness, a farmer will never be abidin' Crops planted......Read the rest...