Proper Poetry

Why this conclave business ? Instead why doesn't God from Heaven above send down to settle on one man's head his holy messenger pure...

The older ones are not attractive; the younger ones need younger men. At least the dancing keeps me active partnering despair again

Some sail the ocean, voyaging wide daring danger with youthfull pride run with the wind or drift with the tide. Adventure is the fuel. Some ...

Whatever happened to those manly handshakes? Metamorphosed into high fives, fist bumps. But now mutated into male embraces - cheek bumps.

to be diaphonous as her dress, an insubstantial spirit free from all the disagreeable stress of functioning biology; to banish farts and fae...

The DJ danced as if entranced by the music that he'd played. The people stood as if of wood regretting the money they'd paid.

I waited at the crossing for the cars to stop and lights to change but facing me they'd wait no more to pass across and extend their ran...