I Am...An original poem |
I Am... I am an artifact of my own experience. Each time life washed upon my shore, I refused to be swept away, but held tight. My character has eroded into this woman, Weathered, yet still usef...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 07:17:00 GMT |
Poem: Christmas Day in the Workhouse |
CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSEby George R. Sims, 1847-1922 It is Christmas Day in the workhouse, And the cold, bare walls are bright With garlands of green and holly, Ad the place is a pleasant sight;...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 07:27:00 GMT |
Dantes Inferno; An original poem |
Dante's Inferno; An original poem
In the forest where dark and thick rule,
Dante found himself no exit.
The lion roared,
The she-wolf lusted,
The leopard drooled.
To get to hea...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 09:17:00 GMT |
Pastor Martin Niemöller |
First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out - because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the communists and I did not speak out - because I was not a communist.
Then they came for the trad...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 21:45:00 GMT |
