Classic poem of the day
My sone, in court gif thow pleisis remane,
This my counsal into thy mind imprent.
In thy speiking luik that thow be nocht vane;
Behald and heir; and to the king tak tent.
Be no lear, or ellis thow art schent;
Found thé on treuth, gif thow wald weil betyd.
To governe all and reull be nocht our bent.
He reulis weil that weil in court can gyd.
Be nocht ane scornar, nor fenyat flattorar;
Nor yet ane rounder of inventit talis;
Of it ......
Member poem of the day
These are Christmas poems by Michael R. Burch. Some are darker Christmas poems and heretical Christmas poems.
The First Christmas
by Michael R. Burch
’Twas in a land so long ago . . .
the lambs lay blanketed in snow
and little children everywhere
sat and watched warm embers glow
and dreamed (of what, we do not know).
And THEN—a star appeared on high,
The brightest man had ever seen!
It made the children whisper low
in...