On Memorial Day we’re supposed to recall the people in battle who suffer and fall. Corollary we insist that human descent, from the plains of Versailles to the rivers of Ghent, is all for the best. Now I won’t sing that bombing has no good
How is purple snow innocent? If I see snow that’s purple, I don’t think of it as innocent, or sweet, unless it’s in a snowcone.
Was it a bombing? A riot? An act of vandalism? Nope. It was poetry.
From The American Center for Sarah Palin Inspirational Limericks: As debates go, it was quite a flat one, each answer most likely a pat one. Though a night with no drama is a win for Obama the same can’t be said for Mc “That One.”
Fear the lesser son who, desperate to burn bright, incinerates all. – Susan Anthony, San Francisco, Poets Against War
Muthee won her the office of Guv Praying hands brought down might from Above But Muthee has itches Hunting ones he calls witches Fitting Palin like hand in a glove. Can you sum up the Palin witch craze In a limerick (not with essays)? Keep
Beams are exposed in a Unitarian church by falling plaster.
Haiku poem written at Wescott Beach State Park near the Thousand Islands in Upstate New York, on the psychological elements of the experience of camping.
I heard a distant squeak, and again another squeak, with a rumble growing underneath, and turning my head to look down the road, saw three headlights coming around the corner.
The return of Poets for Kerry came at the request of Robert Freedland, who operates the John Kerry for President 2008 blog, in the form, appropriately, of a poem. The creator of Poets for Kerry responded to that poem in kind on Friday.