Category Archives: Poetry

Thanks to Mary Jane F. When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down … Continue reading →

By Josephine Ingram (from her book Poet’s Harvest) There are many guises that bravery can wear: One spray of blossom on the stunted tree Or a little slum girl with a flower in her hair— The heart responds to courage … Continue reading →

Thanks to Mary Jane F. GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY –  (Written by a woman to women, but…..) I have no idea how to do that… Maybe… Don’t complain too much…just enough You are not the center of the universe, though your … Continue reading →

By Margaret Renkl in the NYT NASHVILLE — When the poet Amanda Gorman stepped to the lectern at President Biden’s inauguration, she faced a much-diminished crowd of masked people on the National Mall, but she was speaking directly to the heart of a … Continue reading →

When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on … Continue reading →

Thanks to Hollis W. By Octavia E. Butler in Parable of the Talents. To be led by a coward      is to be controlled by all that the coward fears. To be led by a fool      is … Continue reading →

Robert, an ex-shipyard welder from Govan in Glasgow, reflects on how his experiences have influenced his compulsion to write. His poetry reveals a man trying to achieve contentment through words and philosophy. The craftsman has put aside his tools for … Continue reading →

Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay FIRST FIG MY candle burns at both ends;  It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–  It gives a lovely light! SECOND FIG SAFE upon the solid rock the ugly houses … Continue reading →

Thanks to Marilyn W. SHELTER IN PLACE Long before the pandemic, the trees knew how to guard one place with roots and shade. Moss found how to hug a stone for life. Every stream works out how to move in … Continue reading →

Thanks to Rosemary W.! I’m normally a social girl I love to meet my mates But lately with the virus here We can’t go out the gates. You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now We need to stay inside If … Continue reading →

There is a man in the White House Called many names, even a louse When ever in trouble His temper will bubble And his chest puffs up like a grouse

Mary M’s family has gotten into limericks and she shares one with us below. Apparently others are into this also, particularly Ross and John listeners. Now the challenge. Please send your limericks (that are fit for publishing) for all to … Continue reading →

The Train of Life Thanks to Rosemarie W. for sharing this poem

I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera,Ah this indeed is music – this suits me. From Aeon ‘Song of Myself’ was first published as an untitled selection in Walt Whitman’s landmark poetry collection Leaves of Grass (1855), and was revised … Continue reading →

I’ll bet you think the old men are praying to be young men with young lovers, but they kneel now beside your bed and pray for the things young men haven’t heard of yet – the high plateaus of you … Continue reading →