Of primal drive, or: Law from above

Poetry Partners #109 A poem by Michaรซl of 'Daily Poetry' By what other name do we know love, it's the warmth we receive the lost souls we retrieve. But closer than affection, we don't seem to come to describe that powerful feeling. It's mother's protection, a place to call home, peeling layers off will not… Continue reading Of primal drive, or: Law from above

Blues, or: Soul

Poetry Partners #77 'With tears from dear', a poem by Henry Mworia of 'Veteran Writes' Emotions say you are a stranger. Alone I must be they tell me. Being apart will stop my heart. Drizzling notions of doubt or despair Rain at a pace similar to no other. Iโ€™m unable to see you split in… Continue reading Blues, or: Soul

Etched, or: Deepening

A d'Verse quadrille In triolet form Grooves in his face were rhymes, Deepening year by year. Lines etched deep by the times, Grooves in his face were rhymes. War, disease, corruption, hate crimes... Wizened bard inked ballads with dry tears. Grooves in his face were rhymes, Deepening year by year. Quadrille #135: 'Shake that Poem… Continue reading Etched, or: Deepening

Rather, Since, or: Repeat

A triolet Have we souls that lather, rinse, repeat? Rather, are we of meat and spirit, ~ or: is an afterlife mere conceit? Do our souls lather, rinse, repeat, ~ or: did God but one life each mete? We wonder: do our essences transmit? Have we souls that lather, rinse, repeat? Rather, are we of… Continue reading Rather, Since, or: Repeat

Dreams, or: Seems

A triolet Are you reading these words as I dream? Am I now dreaming these words you're reading? We know nought of life but how things seem... Are you reading these words as I dream? Exists there but one mutual thought-stream? Is individualism merely misleading? Are you reading these words as I dream? Am I… Continue reading Dreams, or: Seems

Death, or: Life

A triolet Every year we mark the same holidays. It's hard to make something new of the old, As the prep's whipping us into a craze. Every year we mark the same holidays, And God reads through all the Jews' dossiers To decide how their lives should unfold... Every year we mark the same holidays… Continue reading Death, or: Life

Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto

A triolet Hey! Are you even listening to me? How on earth do I get through to you? I wonder ~ though you wag eagerly... Hey! Are you even listening to me? No! Get your big head off of my knee! Max, damn it! Did you eat my shoe? Hey! Are you even listening to… Continue reading Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto

Jews, or: Tattoos

A triolet Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one. P'raps I'd have gotten some tattoo,[1] Had I not been born a Jew... Or... more than one! P'raps a few... Though... hard to get tat ink undone... Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one.… Continue reading Jews, or: Tattoos