Poem Type: Limerick Current Event: #dearMoon By DeBuggy Bug I choose to go to the Moon in 2023, Treasures of my choosing shall accompany, I have paid for a dream ship, Billions for a space trip, This might be the end of me in 2023.
by Daphne M. Rivers Gun smoke, panic, and flashing lights - it's the sort of thing of celluloid fantasy, a tide of anger slams into the shores of our fear and complacency when it washes out there is only you, a boy in the crimson veil. Neighborhood heroes and saviors line the pavement, purposeless because … Continue reading The Boy in the Crimson Veil
by Daphne M. Rivers Lothario, Lothario, poor boy being flung about, by a two-foot terror in white ribbons. He keeps a smile all the while, with pounding fist and parted lips, She beats that pretty face till it cracks then gives. Spoiling her Sunday best as She stoops in the dust, in cotton dress baptized … Continue reading Dummy Doll Lover
“When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect ...” - Edgar Allen Poe