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Love's Release

Look with your eyes, until you see with your mind Listen with your ears, until you feel what you hear Laugh with each breath, until you smile with your heart Love with your will —until it releases your soul (Villanova Pennsylvania: Mar...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 months ago
Ptesan-Wi

Indians have a saying,” she said from across the fire… “Until you have heard the roar of the bear —you will not know its heart” (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) From My Novel: ‘Revenge Along The War Trail’

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 months ago
Michael, The Bard.

(An Appreciation.) A poet whom I never knew existed Until I entered a local bookshop, Observed, and then bought a Selection of his work. The contents of the book, Entitled ‘The Call Of Nature’, Please seek and enjoy for it Unveils the art of n...

by Liam Ó Comain

added by THEBARD
2 months ago
No Lies

I can't tell any lies as I look into your eyes Its your lips and your hips that make my tongue slip so soft and oh so sweet you knock me off my feet so loving and oh so tart I think you just stole my heart and now I've lost all control you're in m...

by David Espinoza

added by Killer11
2 months ago
Ireland's North West

Oh, it’s good to be back home in Ireland Especially in its fair North West, Whether it be the City of Derry Or the town of Limavady To name but two. In fact the North West as a whole Is beyond comparison in the Land of the Shamrock Or anywhere e...

by Liam Ó Comain

added by THEBARD
2 months ago
The Connemara Foal

The young foal arose for The first time, yesterday, And is now enjoying its Little runs around the fields. A Connemara pony of a beautiful Colour and, of course, the breed Has entered the minds of many Within recent years… When I recall the firs...

by Liam Ó Comain

added by THEBARD
2 months ago
Writing Poetry.

Writing Poetry. Composing poetry Whatever the standard Is an experience of joy While being creative. For the ultimate contents Of the verse conveys One’s own life’s Experience… In fact the art has The key to unravel One’s own personal Life exp...

by Liam Ó Comain

added by THEBARD
2 months ago
Cum Aetate

The older I get, the shorter the lines become The older I get, more welcome is each morning’s sun The older I get, those words rented are now mine to keep The older I get, dreams follow me out of my sleep The older I get, less rules...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 months ago
Creation Redeemed

After Midnight The narcissists fall After Midnight A new lyric calls After Midnight Last bugle to blow After Midnight There’s more left to know After Midnight The lizards collect After Midnight Old tales to reflect After Midnight The ticking wi...

by Kurt Philip Behm

added by Kurt Philip Behm
2 months ago
The Working Man

The Working Man sought get old with my high school beard chased through each pillar a delight to deliver our nations youth in sorrowful truth got them knocking best north the working man nor a mere shoulder to cry out sweat the lulabye from a slig...

by Mario William Vitale

added by hitalot
2 months ago
STRONG LOVE

Love that fought for me when all I did was run AWAY Love that reminds me that He is here forever to STAY Love that I could never have afforded if I had to PAY Love that never stops loving…constant with every DAY Love that I did not earn by anyt...

by Amaka Rachael Mordi (ARM)

added by TheLifeOfARM
2 months ago
TILLER AND HOE

TWO FELLERS I KNOW, WITH A TILLER AND A HOE WENT OUT TO MAKE THEIR GARDEN GROW ONE WAS SHORT AND THE OTHER TALL WORKED FROM EARLY SPRING 'TILL LATE FALL PLANTED THEIR SEEDS ALL IN A ROW THEN WENT BACK TO HELP THEM GROW CORN GREW TALL AND BEANS GO...

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

added by anonymous
2 months ago
THE PESSIMIST (FOUND IN MY LATE MOTHERS STUFF)

THIS CRAZY, DISAPPOINTING WORLD KEEPS GETTING IN MY HAIR : IMAGINE! GROPING ALL THESE YEARS FOR JOYS THAT JUST AIN'T THERE ! DISAPPOINTMENTS, RIGHT AND LEFT, IN FOLKS, EVENTS, AND SUCH -- LIFE RUNS SMOOTHLY FOR AWHILE, THEN PRESTO ! I'M IN DUT...

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

added by anonymous
2 months ago

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