POEM OF THE DAY
Alaric In Italy
Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast?
The march of hosts as Alaric passed?
His steps have tracked that glorious clime,
The birth-place of heroic time;
But he, in northern deserts bred,
Spared not the living for the dad,
Nor heard the voice, whose pleading cries
From temple and from tomb arise.
He passed - the light of burning fanes
Hath been his torch o'er Grecian plains;
And woke they not, the brave, the free,
To guard their own Thermopylae?
And left they not their silent dwelling,
When Scythia's note of war was swelling?
No! where the bold Three Hundred slept,
Sad freedom battled not - but wept!
For nerveless then the Spartan's hand,
And Thebes could rouse no Sacred Band;
Nor one high soul from slumber broke,
When Athens owned the Northern yoke.
But was there none for thee to dare
The conflict, scorning to despair?
O city of the seven proud hills!
Whose name e'en yet the spirit thrills,
As doth a clarion's battle-call-
Didst thou too, ancient empress, fall?
Did no Camillus from the chain
Ransom thy Capitol again?
Oh! who shall tell the days to be,
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
History has to live with what was here,
clutching and close to fumbling all we had--
it is so dull and gruesome how we die,
unlike writing, life never finishes.
Abel was finished; death is not remote,
a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,
his cows crowding like skulls against high-voltage wire,
his baby crying all night like a new machine.
As in our Bibles, white-faced, predatory,
the beautiful, mist-drunken hunter's moon ascends--
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
GLORY TO PIGEON:
Don't fight with your wife!
Give her some rice
You've chased away the sparrows
Why's your outlook so narrow?
Learn charity and kindness
Don't act like Royal Highness
And you'd better meditate
Your stress levels aren't great
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Net 'n Gedig
In die eeu van tegnologie
sit ek nog steeds pen op papier
om vir jou 'n handgeskrewe brief te stuur
ter herdenking van ons liefde
My Rose Bloomed
With hope I planted two stems
Of rose with pricking thorns
Blood bloomed from fingers
As I dreamed red petals.
A Book Of No Definite Title
My son, a woman is like a book
with no definite course nor tittle
Today she can be no crook
next day with heart bent and subtle
P. D. K. D.
Pray always and, live in peace!
Doing the right thing along the line;
The Rain Falls
the rain falls
creating a music
so soothing to the mind
it falls in cool
Passion of life with nature!
I Have No Meaning
My soul sings
And my body swings,
It's really fine,
Baton Of The Past
Do not dwell in your past
Where the fattened maggots
wallow in your rotten regrets
Where the high ocean of opportunities
M. P. N. K.
Men, Women and Children!
Parents of the world listen to the truth! !