Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
Your Eyes
when, I look into your eyes, I am drawn into your world where, contentment and love never expire where, our children always remain children locked in your loving arms where, only beauty exists imperfections not allowed when, I look into your face, I see all your eyes portray and, know why I love you daily, I look into your eyes, the light of my world
View On WordPress
1 note
·
View note
Photo

Poetic Genius does the mindruminateor,is thereonlyreverietranslatedinto poetryuniversallyaccepted asPoetic Geniustranscribedfrom theHand of God
0 notes
Text
The Kiss

lips osculate in anticipation of joyful anamnesis known in a previous perpetuation to preserve until obsolescence when lips no longer caress each the kiss pleasantly retreats until, lips, once again, osculate in anticipation Mac McGovern©2020
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
The Librocubicularist

as the sun sets, and the light recedes, a wonderful dinner sets the stage in gleeful anticipation of the comfort of his bed, the Librocubicularist turns on the light, gets comfortable, enjoys the delights offered this night eventually, falling asleep relives the adventure of what he has read Mac McGovern©2020
Librocubicularist—a person who reads in bed.
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
Death Of A Note In A Bottle
Death Of A Note In A Bottle
here I am, a note in this tiny bottle destined to be unable to move, rolled and stuffed, I ride with the tide decades pass, my message, formulas to make
Coca~Cola better…worth millions I am surprised at the strength of glass, through all the storms, I have survived my biggest surprise the cork rotting inside if I am not soon run aground I imagine the cork will fail; I will never be found
alas,…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
RJM
Rabbits writing poetry is Jabberwocky even to Mockingbirds.
Author Note: Using my initials to write Jabberwocky.
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
Play On Words
Today, I saw someone wrote, “today is Walt Whitman’s birthday.”Really I thought, isn’t it the day Walt Whitman was born?Hard to believe today is his birthday when he has been dead one hundred twenty six years.
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Emerald Coast Review Editor Regina Sakalarios-Rogers announces that beginning January 1, 2015 the West Florida Literary Federation’s literary anthology Emerald Coast Review will accept submissions of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, photography, graphic design and art for its 2015 publication.
All national and international artists, photographers, writers and poets are invited to submit entries…
View On WordPress
1 note
·
View note
Text
Not To Sleep
I close my eyes not to sleep
I close my eyes to visualize My Lord and Savior
I do not see a face no picture exists unknown what he looks like
when I close my eyes I see shadows none define I know, My Lord and Savior is somewhere beyond I pray, “Our Father” I talk to Him hoping He will materialize
I close my eyes not to sleep
I close my eyes to die as breathing becomes shallow my heart beats its…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
Awaiting Judgement
life, recently expired wrapped in a web of remembrance, she feels the pain of her deceit.
wishing she had been more a believer of her souls salvation, instead only of her love of life.
she agonizes, her fate, yet undetermined.
she awaits judgement.
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
Robert R. Johnson, The Truth Is, The Truth
Robert R. Johnson of Anchorage, AK wrote this wonderful article which was originally posted on his Facebook Page at: https://www.facebook.com/robert.r.johnson.1466 Today I placed my S&W .357 Revolver on the table right next to my front door. I left 6 cartridges beside it, then left it alone and went about my business. While I was gone, the mailman delivered my mail, the neighbor boy across the…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
Sings In The Rain
a raindrop falling from great height hits a leaf at the top of the tree relieved, it survived lying on the petiole, suddenly in motion it slides to leafs end ever so lightly falling transitions leaf to leaf downward through the branches lower it goes singing in the rain it never saw the deer landing on the lowest leaf the deer stretches its neck licks the leaf dry, then eats; the raindrop makes…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Photo

Passed Out Passed Out it was dark when they first met she looked at ugly and almost passed out then, she looked into the mirror and did
1 note
·
View note
Text
Eager Little Fingers

in the day light cords hung from ceilings wrapped in asbestos cord a light fixture screwed into its end
a push button on the wall off and on
eager little fingers a cord without a bulb curiosity their demise enter into the socket receive unanticipated shock retract with lightning speed
eager little fingers decide lessons learned now cautious little fingers seek new adventure avoiding open sockets
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
Since First I Saw You
Since First I Saw You
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes, mesmerizing me, your gaze transporting me to a realm, not of fantasy, real, where young men go when cupid’s arrow takes root. Since first I saw you, it was your lips, captivating me, holding me frozen in anticipation of our lips brushing for the first time. Since first I saw you, it was your voice, a crescendo, light, invigorating, each word you speak…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
The Land Of Shadows In The Shadow Universe
The Land Of Shadows In The Shadow Universe
a vast region beyond the Celestial Universe where no one has any recollection of visiting the Land of Shadows is impenetrable from the Celestial Universe its closest land, the Land of Hades
a Land of fire and ice of terrible hardship and pain for souls condemned for eternity
a place where no man rules where only evil resides
there is no escape but, there is a doorway to the Shadow Universe
the…
View On WordPress
0 notes