from crossing the line (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Something dramatic across the world people rising with one voice that their voice will be heard The ground shifting in ...
Nothing to be left in our bags empty when we are done planted and watered in your garden our work ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
The snap of the apple fresh-picked from the orchard the juices, sticky, drizzling down in my beard the bumblebees humming ...
A stampede, a herd, a huge wave went before us, a herd of footprints in the new-fallen, wet, thick snow ...
A summer, long ago a different sleepover, out under the stars, in the Berkshire woods when summer camp meant the ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
Thoughts and memories Baggage carried for way too long How to shed pain and confusion When so much time has ...
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
I still can remember it was like night and day an instant of madness changed the lives of thousands the ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a ...
What would I give to see his face? I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course -- But ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories