Poetry Madness 4 Jan 202015 Apr 2021 The Mad Man has his list Listen as he pounds his fist. ”I must have more ”There are points to score.” Whatever he should choose The innocent will lose. But…
Poetry I ran 4 Jan 202015 Apr 2021 I ran from the tears The mothers’ cries seared into my memory The fathers’ damp handkerchiefs will never dry In the skyscraper above, the rich counted their money And the…
Poetry World 4 Jan 202015 Apr 2021 A black and white world How ideal Someone always right, blessed with that gift Bathed in great light, ensuring better tomorrows The sun does not rise at the same moment…
Smooth Aggregator, Not So Smooth Poet 