Classic poem of the day
Some mortals there may be, so wise, or so fine,
As in evenings like this no enjoyment to see;
But, as I 'm not particular — wit, love, and wine,
Are for one night's amusement sufficient for me.
Nay — humble and strange as my tastes may appear —
If driven to the worst, I could manage, thank Heaven,
To put up with eyes such as beam round me here,
And ......
Member poem of the day
Monarch
After Sarojini Naidu
O brilliant bug flitting my way,
you are only an insect, scientists say.
But I sometimes muse that you just might be
an intelligence agent from Zeon III
or a jewel that capers and darts in the light
or a wrestler of gusts like a skittery kite.
Perchance in your youth, O jazzy and bold,
you were spinning silk threads of genuine gold......
