Ode

The House Keeps Its Own Hours
The House Keeps Its Own Hours The house has fallen asleep. Its beams, which spoke all day in familiar creaks, have settled into silence.
By Taylor Ward3 months ago in Poets
Structure
Some structures are understood only by the way they refuse to yield. Stand long enough beneath an old bridge, and the eye
By Taylor Ward3 months ago in Poets
The Ocean Queen
Introduction When I saw this, I didn't realise that Erté was Romain de Tirtoff's artist name, and there is a site here: The Enchanted Booklet shared this image on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
An Ode To Myself
I have weathered many storms, I fought battles nobody would believe, I survived abuse and life on the streets, I lost loved ones along the way,
By Carol Ann Townend3 months ago in Poets
The Morrigan
Introduction This is my nineteenth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always gives a full story behind the painting, which gives me more than just the painting to work off.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Where the Years Grow Gentle
The season drifts through me like an old companion, bringing a fragrance carried from forgotten hills, where rain gathered among fern and heather and every path promised another measure of wonder.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Walking To Avalon
Introduction This is my hundred-and-tenth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and magical artwork. This is an Ae Freislighe
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
More of Self
The words they call Shakespeare Where is my pound of flesh In the darker side of humanity I expelled it across My ledger of creation From behind and below From the inside out I could use Damocles I guess That has stuck with me All my life It To proliferate My art In the shadow of the perilous sword My want Is to feel the Steinbeck In me, the understanding, beauty But the horror Without hiding Behind a ledger of Anything grey or black Was almost always more intriguing Or made the pure and good Even more impressive Forth with Jekyll My doctor my captain They The bastard I am doubt And cannot ignore All my Degraded egos And My own Disintegration In spite of Victor I am more Of self And dare each and every one Of you Out there To question validity And artistry As if communing with Those who came before Hemingway or Joyce Who echoed the halls Of history Through their fingers And felt the pains Of humanity In their hearts
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
The Civility of Sorrow
There is, I have observed, a peculiar cruelty in those afflictions which announce themselves long before they arrive. Joy, with all her generosity, appears unexpectedly, asking nothing but acceptance. Sorrow, however, possesses the manners of a distinguished guest. It writes ahead. It allows one ample opportunity to prepare the room, to anticipate every word of its conversation, and to surrender peace before it has crossed the threshold.
By Taylor Ward3 months ago in Poets
Fake Flowers
'Arrange your AI poems Like store bought flowers in a vase Even a hypochondriac rolls their eyes Your paper-cut pain so vague
By Raine Fielder3 months ago in Poets
Take Pleasure In America
Introduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Raise a Glass to America" Challenge, which you can check out here. The music is a wonderful medley by Spirit of "Tampa Jam" "America The Beautiful", and "The Times They Are A-Changing". I love Randy California's (sadly missed) ethereal voice, though his father-in-law's (Ed Cassidy/Jack Bond) is a bit fierce on the first piece.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
The 26th of January
The Packers achieved the ultimate goal On a January evening in the southeast Winning the 31st Super Bowl Favre and Levens were on a roll
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 months ago in Poets