Poems

Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech!Yet, though dread Powers, that work in mystery, spinEntanglings of the brain; though shadows stretchO'er the chilled heart reflect; far, far withinHers is a holy Being, freed from Sin.She is not what she seems, a forlorn wretch;But delegated Spirits comfort fetchTo Her from heights that Reason may not win.Like Children, She is … [Read more...] about Oh What A Wreck! How Changed In Mien And Speech!, By: William Wordsworth

The guy watched a catfishsizzle in a frying pan,hoping he hadn’tbeen catfished.The guy waitedfor his cold beer.He checked his watch,waiting for the woman.A woman in the cornershots him a grin,and he thought it mightbe the woman.The woman didn’t approach.If they lacked a spark,they agreed to go theirseparate ways.The waiter served the catfish,but the guy pushed the dish away.The … [Read more...] about Catfish And Cold Beer, By: Andrew Cyr

The child is father of the man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.(Wordsworth, "My Heart Leaps Up") There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The earth, and every common sight,To me did seemApparelled in celestial light,The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore;Turn wheresoe'er I may,By night or day.The … [Read more...] about Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood, By: William Wordsworth

Todaywe trip over an airplane,swim the canal to Honolulu,follow the maven over the hill,and join the monstrosity into the glade. In Montserrat,a hurricane sharks across the clouds,its volcano vomiting darkness,and we watch from our veranda,goats and sheep running for cover. Everywherea mermaid of color silver streaksacross the swamplands filling spacebetween cypress and … [Read more...] about A Tear in the Chain Link Fence, By: Michael H. Brownstein

While from the purpling east departsThe star that led the dawn,Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,For May is on the lawn.A quickening hope, a freshening glee,Foreran the expected Power,Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree,Shakes off that pearly shower. All Nature welcomes Her whose swayTempers the year's extremes;Who scattereth lustres o'er noon-day,Like morning's … [Read more...] about Ode, Composed On A May Morning, By: William Wordsworth