Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It's encouraging this poem has touched a few nerves. Tells me it's working on a certain level. Irish: I may send this off. It's not there yet, but it's close. Thanks for the nod. If I hear something back, I will report back about the poem. Doreen: No need to qualify your "emotional reply." As I said...

After a man beats a wife, he cannot see his own shame hidden within his closed fist When he enters the house, predetermined, front door creaking like his own mother’s faint, pleading voice When their bed springs jangle and he feels compelled to drag his bride into the light, pulling her before the d...

Do people still dream
with life more real than naught
draw me a picture

Just the idea of Purgatory used to scare the shit out of me when I was a kid. Catholic upbringing was all about blackmail, at least that's what it seemed like. Not complaining, just had a profound influence on how I think today. Me and God talk all the time even now. It's a bit one-sided. Sometimes ...

"...you're are a lousy actor, I'd cut all of your scenes…"

Enjoyed the sentiments. If only it were this easy

Willy Shakespeare had it right back in the day...

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
As You Like It / Act II Scene vii

68degrees

Was back to Manhattan last October. What a place…

Liked your poem. Thanks for the write...

A Haiku for All the Lovers in the Whole World

love poem with few words
exact profound however
pick a shorter title

The smell of orange rind,
your name scrawled
on a cloth napkin, the last
drops of red wine; fresh
snow in air, not falling;
your hand hailing a taxi;
what joy when
coolness disappears
behind our closed door.

"I am on this endless journey, in search
of my authentic self"

Ahhhh, but there is a catch when Mr. Death comes a-calling...some folks run out of time. Search over.

"...smile, even if it hurts, trouble is coming everyday..."

Words to live by...

Will send a package
to show you your happiness
open by Christmas

so love that song…it would move me even dead.

the snow boughs hang low
so cold only a crow sings
a gift for the blind

Bury me, please, naked, clothes being such a waste; when I enter the other side, I don’t wish to be overdressed Do brush my hair, dead straight; don’t forget to pluck the eyebrows: I may be a stiff but I am not a disaster Please get a couple of titanium batteries, set my iPhone to replay Leonard Coh...

One flew east
One flew west
One flew over the cuckoo's nest

Ken Kesey