Soul Fountain
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 ...
Poem – WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN (By John Grey)
WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN It's the winter before winter. And the winter after winter. Everything’s stripped bare. The winds bluster like politicians. Only with cold air, not hot. Month after month, eyes can only stare, lips are too frozen ...
