Beside a river of words Poets paddling past   I watch in wonder All the words We plop and plunder   Stanzas swiftly sinking On the paper we Continue inking   Will they ever see the light of day?   This Poetess can pray With…

Perception, Love, is only half of everything. Tomorrow, I want to be filled with laughter and with joy, To flit through realms of nonexistent things and see a bit of soul To find my way to monies that only exist without meaning Where truth is…

Love poem I wrote you a love poem stuck it in a book you were reading you read the poem used to mark the spot to continue reading the book. Sometimes love means never having to dog-ear. – Mark L. Lucker © 2020 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

Fierce fists lash out at what cannot be seen – a silent mugger, new and keen, Being fed lies and rules imprecisely Too overwhelmed to argue concisely, They just want everything to be alright, Y’know, after this fight – Justified anger has once again missed…