Classic poem of the day
Ah , if you knew how soon and late
My eyes long for a sight of you,
Sometimes in passing by my gate
You'd linger until fall of dew,
If you but knew!
Ah, if you knew how sick and sore
My life flags for the want of you,
Straightway you'd enter at the door
And clasp my hand between your two,
If you but knew!
Ah, if you knew how lost and lone
I watch and weep and wait for you,
You'd press my heart close to you......
Member poem of the day
Silhouette of a hirsute guru caged between the creases of his own silver moonlight.
Shadowing shell like id to the spot.
Root en route.
Sitar sensei embedded in enigma.
Wry smirk lurking wistfully beneath his grey tinged moustache.
Pop art venue Andy Warhol dye stamped.
A hyped up Cistercian code of silence drooped icily upon this awe struck throng.
Dry cough smothered in the ether.
Spooky stage plank's eerie creak amid the hush.
Wh...
