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Here is a poem that is rarely read in full, but the last two lines have been quoted time and again. I think many can identify with it. Think of it as pressing on when things get gloomy; think of it as perseverance; think of it as the human’s indomitable spirit. William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903 Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole,...

~{}~ A pub full of people and you standing there drinking your last glass of dark coloured beer The music not louder than hollow hard laughter Images fading in smokey thick air somewhere in between, we were going somewhere or was it after An iron bed with torn and cold sheets you opened the window to let go the white dove it silently flew in the dark coloured night Away...

Here's a poem from one of my favorite entertainers. Trevor Strong is an author, musician and comedian. But mostly, he's a keen observer of life. He's part of the tremendously talented musical comedy group The Arrogant Worms. I've been a huge fan of theirs for 20 years! I think you'll love them too, so be sure to take a look at their site. Anyway, each week, Trevor creates what he calls a new...

Before there was time, there was my childhood. Before there was time there was my innocence.Before there was time there was only now. I did not search for time or knew of its existence. When there was time, there was my youth. When there was time, it raced before me.When there was time, then there was tomorrow. I knew of time but I never could catch it. Now there is time and there is...

I guess there is no time, no season that is immune from my poems (or maybe they are just a bad form of prose). Consequently, I once again subject you to one of my "poems". Given the season, it is time to muse about Christmas in a non-rhyming poem. My cup runneth over My blessings so many It is the best of Christmas'. Their cup near empty Their blessings so meager It is the worst...

Now and then, I’m going to do something different; I’m going to post a poem. Most often they are poems of love wanted, love attained and love lost. After all, love is one on the most universal emotions. Even the seemingly most introvert, the most quiet and subdued has love coursing through their views, whether admitted or not. Here’s the first one....