advice poem #1how about let’s end the year witha little bawdiness I just bid goodbyeto a van of cousins passing throughfed them at the holy land thomas’smeal was a plateful of black olives
My giftThis poem was written by my mother,Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,for their first Christmas together, 1924. I am repeating it from last year, for it is so simple, appropriate and tender. If
“It’s no poem without rhymes!”Amaiya, neighbor friend, avowed.“I have learned it now in school,Poems rhyme, and that’s the rule!So none of yours in Illinois TimesAre trul
puzzle poem # 1when feeding the red phalaropeoften swims in circles forming asmall whirlpool this nugget gainedfrom jigzone.com I often ease intothe day by doing the daily puzzletoday’s is the b
the famous sculptor casting carl sandburgin bronze added a nubian goat to the pedestal(sandburg liked goats) the galesburg committeewants the tail down the sculptor objects I agreelet me tell you abou
cosmologypoem # 9before dawn tomorrow is the prime timeto see leonids 20 shooting stars anhour predicted – one every three minuteswith me not acclimated yet to the timechange I may be up to watc
dear tooth fairy: I have lost three molars and one eyetooth since you have lastpaid me and you don’t haveto pay me anything if you canarrange with my mom so she gives me a clothes allowance next
can’t believe I’d ever admit jane austenhas written a dull book but just finishedmansfield park last read many years agoit’s incredibly poor why is edmund such adope who’d ever
had some interesting talk at writers groupt’other night yosh told how a stranger cameinto the flower shop stood by her and recitedichi, ni, san, shi, the japanese numbers to tenyosh has never le
furniture poem #1 my parlor is commanded by apowder blue chair fairly comfyslightly fuzzy very ah yes verypowder blue donated by a friendwhose husband couldn’t stand itthose who gather in my dom