Long Live Poetry

I wrote this poem to give encouragement to those who write poems and those who try to do so with a caution not to spoil the work.I would like your opinions and I am not afraid of piercing criticism.

Scent of a son

Scent of a son. I can still smell him pressing his sheets to my face I can still smell him. My son he went away a teenage boy I can still smell him. He died a man searing shrapnel

"For King and Country"

What if the poor wretch in the beginning was just like me.

Let's Play Pirates: Chapter 13

Lady Bess must make a choice between the safe court life she's always known and a knewer, more exciting alternative...piracy

My Memories Of Johnny Eagles

Wrestling in the 70’s was not as popular as it is today. Regional promoters, who aired their shows through the local television stations, controlled the business.

ODE FOR THE ROAD

With Jack and Moriarty and the spirit of jazz to speed us on the road and underground to howl and sow the freedom seed

Stealing My Brain

How could someone do this?
Cherry

Errata: Eighteenth Episode - Gunishment

Gazing out through the mirrored visor I finally saw the world through the eyes of a City Peace trooper. The suit cut off all peripheral vision. It was just like wearing blinkers.

Remember Me Then

A wistful little love poem of no great pretentions

A Portrait in Love's Gallery

A love poem brimming with wonderful imagery, yet turning at the end upon an ending that can be read in a couple different ways

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