Classic poem of the day
You think that I'm a happy man
With Novius so near me,
And when I lift my finger can
Get him at once to cheer me.
The truth is he's as far away
As is my other friend
Who rules Syene's land to-day
Where Nile's blue waters end.
I never meet him at a meal,
Nor find his door ajar,
There's not a soul in Rome, I feel,
So near and yet so far.
Well, either I or he must move
Away from here, that's plain.
When we're......
Member poem of the day
This is a poem inspired by an Irish cousin of mine who was a bit of a "wild child" in her youth.
Erin
by Michael R. Burch
All that’s left of Ireland is her hair—
bright carrot—and her milkmaid-pallid skin,
her brilliant air of cavalier despair,
her train of children—some conceived in sin,
the others to avoid it. For nowhere
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