Classic poem of the day
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love
(And yet a place of high respect with me)
Than to be usèd as you use your dog?
Member poem of the day
We hear the trolleys as the early morning birds
and the moon’s light in the ringing in glass bottles.
We see the night time fade through our blinds
though we are blind.
We rise as wraiths, turn on the lights
and hide our nudity away. Alas!
For now’s the coming of the day.
The sidewalks hold the punters hostage
paying for a tary conscience;
paying for assurances
held within indifferent streets.
Kindness is a weapon use......
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