She was lost, and the pain in her heart Was far more than she could bear Alone in the garden, it tore her apart Till she heard Him speak her name Then hope dawned, and night broke And joy swelled in her soul She saw her Saviour standing there With…
Fibonacci Poems Multiply on the Web After Blog’s Invitation – New York Times “More professional poets may be attracted to the form”, said Annie Finch, a poet who teaches at the University of Southern Maine. “Poets are very, very hungry for constraint right now,” said Ms. Finch, who has written…
Thus falls the evening dust To sparkle in the starlight Enchantment fills the very air Bound up in every dendrite Excitement racing through my flesh An arcane type of passion Deep within my soul is felt In mystifying fashion Abundant strands like silken thread Reflect the ghostly gloaming And fall…
The soft white winter approaches And sings me a lullaby The smooth sweet slumbering night A deep and darkening sky And dreams of future years to come Remind of the years gone by Changing seasons come to close A new beginning drawing nigh
(1) In the form of a man, a suffering lamb was born on a Christmas day (2) Wiser than scribes, He came to save lives He’s the Truth, and the Life, and the Way (3) We’d trespassed against, with grevious offence the Law that the Father had given (4) Yet…
Once was a world that was void And dark were the waters therein Then Majesty moved on the deep And life in existence was spoken With care and for glory He fashioned Out of spirit, and body and soul Like Him a creature of sentience In fellowship with Him made…
I found myself hurtling, rushing through airno ropes, no safety netI was falling, a heady rush of oxygenwith no impact, and no painI found myself doubting, walking on waterno floaties, no life preserverI was standing, staring deep into lovewithout sinking, and no fearI found myself walking, surrounded by lifeno certainties,…
Noticing the cute blond hostess, Shoulder length curls, feathered and deep Wishing to know her name, as she passes by Wearing black, confidently poised and sleek
"To recapitulate, then:-I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste. With the Intellect or with the Conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with Duty or with Truth." by Edgar Allen…
Can I look pretty in pictures? Will you look pretty in print? Type and image are waiting here In prepress with ink and glint Written for Veer.com
A stroll thru artistic foliage A jungle of svelte typography Words like chimps with chatter Surround me with feverish glee
I saw the beaded pearl form On her melancholy face The drawn lines and trembling lip Poised with aching grace For a moment drawn with breath She held her shaky pose Emotion welling in her breast Filled with grief and sorrows I felt a heady longing To wipe away her…
I wonder when I see a smile fading deep into your eyes, What happenstance brings about that emotion, that response? It is sometimes bright and sudden, sometimes soft and subtle, But always rich in flavor, rich in texture and in essence. Is it the culmination of some hard won achievement?…
Soft with dew and dampMyst floats placid on the lakeShrouding aging trees–In response to this photo