PQR
Name: Peggy Boone
Email: pboone1234@hotmail.com
Poem: The Prettiest Mother In the World
Her face is no longer smooth,
it is lined by time.
Even if she doesn't look the same,
she is still that dear mother of mine.
She has always given of herself to me,
nothing was I ever denied.
She laughed when I laughed,
she comforted me when I cried.
There is no one like her,
I don't think there ever will be.
No one means as much to me,
as she.
To me, it doesn't matter what she looks like,
I guess it is a matter of pride.
For the things that make her the most beautiful,
are the things she has inside.
Name: Pierre Lorenzo
Poem: conscientious objector
American children
are like
sitting ducks
on the
front lines
in front of
the television
sets.
Anyone can pull the trigger.
Everyone is a target.
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Name: Pierre Lorenzo
Poem: she is as wholesome...
she is as wholesome
as evening sunlight
that is climbing in
through a bathroom
window.
From which branch
of what tree
did she fall from?
Muse,
what important literary works
had you been the
inspiration for?
Selected Poems (Garcia Lorca)?
Diary of a Seducer?
The screenplay of
Buffalo '66 (Vincent Gallo)?
Boquet of Dying Landscapes (M_ P. L_)?
Las Palmas Napkins (C. RA)?
Mockingbird Wish Me Luck?
Muse,
what about my childhood
which my tata Chano had narrated?
Muse,
what about the disillusions of grandeur
my nana Macias experienced
while sharing needles with cancer?
Muse,
what about the songwriters
whose works appear,
courtesy of their respective labels,
on my whole life's soundtrack?
(Muse,
what about the fate
of our nation's soldiers
on D.R.F.[Deployment Readiness Force]-1?)
Name: Ron
Email: webmaster@poetry4ever.com
Website: www.poetry4ever.com
Poem: Just a Whisper
The whisper of a kiss
That almost was
The first kiss of an old friend
The last kiss of a new past
A changing future
A kiss that lasted
Right up to it's beginning
And was born into a memory
That floated away as it came,
On a whisper.
The whisper of a touch
That almost was
The first touch of an old friend
The last touch of a new past
A changing future
A touch that lasted
Right up to it's beginning
And was born into a memory
That floated away as it came,
On a whisper.
The whisper of a shy glance
That almost was
The first shy glance of an old friend
The last shy glance of a new past
A changing future
A shy glance that lasted
Right up to it's beginning
And was born into a memory
That floated away as it came,
On a whisper.
The whisper of you and I
That almost was
The first you and I as friends
The last you and I of a new past
A changing future
A you and I that lasted
Right up to our beginning
And was born into a memory
That floated away as it came,
On a whisper.
