Poetry

Tainted Heroes Where have all the heroes gone? Like those within our youth The ones we admired, From which we…

In The Quiet Of The Night In the quiet of the night When the moon has gone to sleep I think of your laughter's…

Bouquets and Interludes Little grimace, I:A suite of tiny twinges never-done,A suite for Señor Wences…

Intrepid Duo Imagine boys in summer, knee-deep in flowing waters, Jeans above their knees, hands wet and…

JAZZ ERA JARGON Futz! I’m not a wet blanket or grummy, but I have an earful of beef and static to spill if…

Mother's Christmas Tree Mother’s Christmas tree had to be perfect and it took her some time to choose the right…

A Flight to Remember When my mom got sick in 1994  I had no idea what would be in store.  She was so ill she…

Face Of Destiny You, a face of destiny Standing alone at times In your guided God dreams Destiny, destiny,…

Redonkulous Rap My records will twirl like Michelangelo’s Nun Chucks &-Emilio-Estevez with a…

People Like Me! A Poem for People With Disabilities.My name is Aidan Lucid and as I state in my profile, I…

The Brooklyn Crew The winters, the summers, it was always the same. Play horse, stickball, play any old game.…

Saint Adelaide Separated by a decade and millennium And yet you persevere in times of grief and stress…

A gust of wind - a thin layer of ash from Mount Etna finds its way between mountains - ash floats – covering…

Being Italian Italian is a way of life Being Italian there is no Strife An Italian can get along An Italian…

Professor HH Smoke rings in the air reach the top of the room The stains of brown and gray obviously loom On…