Soul Fountain
Poem – Time (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Time We walk, we run We push... forward Everyday Every moment Focused on something, anything Busy-ness ...but this moment Here, now Was made for stillness Silence Awe You have the time You don't make it Receive it... This precious gift ...
Poem – WAITING FOR SPRING (By Robert Trabold)
WAITING FOR SPRING (By Robert Trabold) I so wanted to go to the seashore today – was a a long winter. Wind at the shore was sharp but not bitter cold as in recent weeks. Sun was out friendly. Dunes ...
Poem – Cutty Sark (By Henryk Baranski)
Cutty Sark A THOUSAND MEN BUILD AND DESTROY A THOUSAND MEN SWEAT AND TOIL A THOUSAND MEN NOW DRUNK AND HUNGRY WORKING FOR WEEK'S WAGE AND BOIL. GREAT SHIPS IRONED AND TRAINS RAILED TRACKS ROADS AND ACHIEVEMENTS WROUGHT AND BLAST ...
Poem – Growth Before Buildings (By David Russell)
Growth Before Buildings Wood piles beneath the shallow permanent stone Firm feet upon the yielding bog Let water in – the wood’s grain will prevail through its lines Let water out – white softness will grow to draw things down ...
Poem – Today (By Melissa R Mendelson)
Wings of angels slice through darkness, and the sun rises again on a world torn. And lines in the sand vanish, and the tide of war grows red. But we are still here. They take us in their arms, their ...
Poem – BLACK RABBIT (By Joseph Cavera)
BLACK RABBIT (By Joseph Cavera) I’m late! So late! For a very important date! I’ve got to go! Oh no, oh no! It’s not so simply the queen I fear! No, oh no! Oh dear, oh dear! Steps behind me ...
Poem – WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera)
WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera) Clouds up above, letting man know He has no premise, untouched flow And we hope for promising years After shedding a thousand tears Yesterday’s sorrow constantly nears Though the moon shines blue By dawn, will ...
Poem – After the Horoscope (By David Russell)
After the Horoscope So Mercury backtracks Till Equinox wakes him; So Mars huddles his cluster In Cancer’s shadow. The Moon’s in Virgo, Northern node prevails No more a saviour, I care As vile invective touches inner shells No more shall ...
Poem – OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN? (By Ray Gallucci)
OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN? Was Frankenstein conceived, As many have believed, Of melancholy from A summer without sun? When gathered at the shore Of Lake Geneva four Of future Gothic fame, Did lightning spark their flame? The summer skies were dark, ...
Poem – High Tea in Missouri (By Donal Mahoney)
■ High Tea in Missouri They're the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often to admire my wife’s garden. The English roses remind him of ...