Classic poem of the day
O what saw you in Flanders,
Fighting for the king?
Rain and mud, and mud and rain,
And never another thing.
O what saw you in Babylon,
Fighting for the king?
Sun and sand, and sand and sun,
And never another thing.
Are there no burns in Flanders,
No tumbling burns that sing?
Are there no braes in Babylon
Bonnie with broom and ling?
There are no burns in Flanders,
No tumbling burns that sing:
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Member poem of the day
A house lizard’s detached tail wriggles. Flavor of parting is pain. To sacrifice a part to save the rest is sagacity. A soul needs neither fair nor the whole body. The tail’s pizzazz and warmth vanish in stillness. Even a piece of flesh is stinky without soul. First printed and published in issue#15 of The Literary Hatchet by Pear Tree Press, US.
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