Proper Poetry

Two pigeons perched on the garden fence confrontational face to face jabbing each other with their beaks. I assumed they were fighting for d...

Because I'm dead I have no rights but one yet he that murdered me lives on and, though in prison, still enjoys so much of what life has ...

"So love is nothing then?" she asked, sweet child. "Not everywhere" he said "but yes with us" "But why?...

Hello Beautiful. You look wonderful this morning. Such a radiant face. Although your skirt is past its best. Do you need a drink? Though it ...

A rain flecked day, somewhere to go for free, a concert in a church hall, music and poetry. There a quartet of classicly trained musicians c...

 Travel broadens the mind they used to say but isn't it ironic that today we travel more yet the more we roam the more those foreign cou...

Why can't I be beautiful? Why do I have to stand around the edge of the dancing crowd just listening to the band? I want a boy to dance ...