Poems

SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,At thought of what I now behold:As vapours breathed from dungeons cold,Strike pleasure dead,So sadness comes from out the mouldWhere Burns is laid. And have I then thy bones so near,And thou forbidden to appear?As if it were thyself that's hereI shrink with pain;And both my wishes and my fearAlike are … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 II. At The Grave Of Burns, 1803, By: William Wordsworth

You have it.You still have it.My heart.I wonder if I'll get it back?Do I even want it back?Oh you've tried to give it back.Tossed it to me.On numerous occasions.Not just a gentle underhanded softball pitch, but an overhand fastball aimed right at my chest.But it just bounced off of me, back to you.Every time.Not sure why I can't catch it, won't catch it, don't want to catch it, … [Read more...] about You Have My Heart, By: Chuck Pittman

too soon I place the sports coats across the bed someone will pick through them after I drop them off I look for them at Goodwill buy one back and bring it home boots sit at closet’s back your feet done with walking your shaving kit in a far cabinet necessary things now unnecessary I sit in the chair formed to your body, not … [Read more...] about Remains, By: Emily Key

The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plainsMight sometimes covet dissoluble chains;Even for the tenants of the zone that liesBeyond the stars, celestial Paradise,Methinks 'twould heighten joy, to overleapAt will the crystal battlements, and peepInto some other region, though less fair,To see how things are made and managed there.Change for the worse might please, incursion … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere, August 1803, By: William Wordsworth

A shot of dauntlessness has immunisedThe great fulcrum of the entire massThis wondrous shift has now immortalisedWhat was once as feeble and frail as glass It imbibes pure pathos and pursues itAnd meets it and stalks it and ends itEach pit of ventricle and atriumEmptied of every dire curse and phantom Over time, reveries of renewed fortitudeEmbrace the walls of each soft … [Read more...] about The Great Fulcrum, By: Nathan Mallon