Vineyard Vines
Poem Tired feet but a full soul Days of working and tomorrow more Sun beating down on their backs Backs shaped into steal and coal Hands grazing along the vines Making sweet juices...
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Finding Middle Ground
Beauty once lead me on high Then dropped me down, a base reprise Colored blue, de-sensitized In purgatory, compromised I want to live, I want to die Feel life flash before my eyes Pinch...
A Rose on Kostenka Street
Poem Someone dropped you (a rose,) on Коstenka street: I found you while I tramped the crunchy road, As I skidded on Karaganda sidewalk-sleet, Down the snowy, boot-printed lane, Shivers slinging from my...
Summer Sky
Poem What does one need more than the sky above – blue and big? It’s the story of an old man, the hug of tired mother. It smells of the ocean wild, I...
The Hope Collector
I am the collector of thrown away hopes. Lost and forgotten, blown in the wind, strewn in the street. I pick them up, brush them off and give them someone, someone who believes in...
I Know You Will
Poem I know you will love me like I would, and teach me, show me all the things I could: to smile, sing and even fly, things so easy yet so hard, things...
I Lost A Dream
I dedicate this poem to everyone who’s felt that way… yes, you might have lost a dream, or even two, but you never know. Tomorrow you may find something far more precious. Poem ...
When I think of you
Love Poem When I think of you, I see the stars you touched my heart so much it sparkles who am I, that I was given this light from now, until the “end of...
The Soul Is
Spiritual Poems Consciousness Itself The Loving Divine Expanding Universe of Collective Consciousness You are the embodiment of Love Awakening to your Soulful guidance Consciously participating in your Soul’s fulfillment You birth the Universe As...
Upon Losing a Childhood Home
My mother swore for the twenty-three years we lived there that the house was grey when, clearly, it was white. White with black shutters and one-two-three on the mailbox and the old camper in...
Psalms for a Dying People
Free Verse Poems By the shabby shag covering on the sofa, we sat down in banal indifference when we turned on Sunday Night Football cheering like Romans while Nero set aflame candles of...
Lonesome Suburb
I see young families growing old, See the plot-lines of their lives unfold. I am a Lonesome suburb. I see wives in four wheel drives and question the reasons for their size. I am...
