Ode
Grace Ablaze
A kaleidoscope Reds, rusts, ambers blaze like suns Leaves fall, soft as clouds ****** Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy.
By Teresa Rentonabout a year ago in Poets
Only Cowards Hunt Wild Animals For Sport
Introduction I do find it appalling that so-called humans hunt animals and kill them in the most horrible ways for so-called sport. They are usually people with too much money and zero concern for wildlife that cannot defend itself.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
A Cornered Box (The Sport of Boxing)
Room in the corner for rest. Where arms sleep— a knockout test. Cells, cells inside the champion... called on champion for bis, except calling champion, champion to breath. Fores, tris, so on... But the corner, stinks like perfume, stinks like cologne, a jacket creating box. Spreads say say— stay a little longer. Left! Which was another strategy... up, side, top, in, then to the upper corner. Rare.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
