POEM OF THE DAY
The Grave (Excerpt)
While some affect the sun, and some the shade.
Some flee the city, some the hermitage;
Their aims as various, as the roads they take
In journeying thro' life;--the task be mine,
To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb;
Th' appointed place of rendezvous, where all
These travellers meet.--Thy succours I implore,
Eternal King! whose potent arm sustains
The keys of Hell and Death.--The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appall'd
Shakes off her wonted firmness.--Ah ! how dark
The long-extended realms, and rueful wastes!
Where nought but silence reigns, and night, dark night,
Dark as was chaos, ere the infant Sun
Was roll'd together, or had tried his beams
Athwart the gloom profound.--The sickly taper,
By glimm'ring thro' thy low-brow'd misty vaults,
(Furr'd round with mouldy damps, and ropy slime)
Lets fall a supernumerary horror,
And only serves to make thy night more irksome.
Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew,
Cheerless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell
'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms:
Where light-heel'd ghosts, and visionary shades,
Beneath the wan, cold moon (as fame reports)
Embodied thick, perform their mystic rounds,
No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.
See yonder hallow'd fane;--the pious work
Of names once fam'd, now dubious or forgot,
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Different Ways To Pray
There was the method of kneeling,
a fine method, if you lived in a country
where stones were smooth.
The women dreamed wistfully of bleached courtyards,
hidden corners where knee fit rock.
Their prayers were weathered rib bones,
small calcium words uttered in sequence,
as if this shedding of syllables could somehow
fuse them to the sky.
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
How Are You Today?
How are you doing today, my friends?
I hope you are doing well
Perhaps the beach is the place to go
Set out to find that perfect shell.
Spring is here, with it brightness
Let us zero in on special things
Pick out what you love the most in life
Discover all happiness can bring.
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Lon was at his most favorite strip bar in town.
He loved having two strippers sandwich him.
And grind him nonstop.
He was always broke at the end of the week.
See The Sky
When you look at the sky
Counting the silver stars,
I look at you rather the moon or stars.
Like a light in the swamp,
A Princely Goodbye
April 17th 2021, a morning to remember
A morning to appreciate Prince Philip, now gone
His long-valued legacy will surely live on
The Queen's "strength and stay" for seventythree years
Mevrouw Honger trouwt met
begrip is een zaak van het hart! M
Geduld heeft een zware baan
het krijgt vaak de schuld
wordt behangen met kransen
en allerhande ballast
Verstoken van alles
verwarm jij mijn hart
ik volg jouw
Nothing is there,
Anyone could possibly say.
To defend an act,
Meant to intend it.
(to the Metaphysical Poets; to the Living God)
you have bequeathed us such a shining Estate, Lord God
how can we ever berate you: