M/Ant-hard-ica    she inquires why I write so many poems, easy comes reply: It gives me a fantastic living, it makes and gives, each poem, a calculation, ...

36/M/from ‘round, outback    right here waiting for you

“these words are my own, their conjunction is a junction to you, and a holy constitution for me.” W.S. “Dance me through the curtains that ...

30/M/🍁✓Lure Pot ✓🍁    MY BooKs [amazon.com/author/lurepot] and I develop websites, design and format Amazon Kindle books

“Thank god for my bad memory. I've forgotten some of the stupid things that I've done. I've come to a little wisdom, through a whole ...

M/Ireland    David P Carroll Poems https://dcarroll304.wixsite.com/mysite All Poetry is copyrighted to David P Carroll under a Dublin and European Union court of law. Was on TV ...

Wandering and wondering, around and about.

in the garden of Eden    sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet ...

**at your own peril** dare to vex provoke, antagonize, exasperate that is what my words will do they won't irritate or annoy, bug you or ...

To walk on the left, you must know right. ~~—————————————— “Poetry - but what is poetry. Many shaky answers have been given to this question. ...

how oft in life do we presume, take for granted grants so extra-ordinary that we forget to remember the extra and see only the ordinary. ...

18/F/Where minds go to dream    "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." - Edgar Allan Poe ...

New Caledonia    write less, write better, learn from you...

tween the heart and NYC    only love poems and other complaints; “teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and why the question mark is curved and dotted like my ...

M/nyc    Dear World: You forget, but we have long memories. We are the eternal nation. “Is this who you are, is this how you write? With ...

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their ...