Classic poem of the day
Sole Maid, associate sole, to me beyond
Compare, above all living Creatures Dear--
Thoughts which how found they harbour in thy Breast,
Sara misthoughts of him to thee so dear.
Member poem of the day
lest ye seek alms
with outfaced palms
just imagine
how the lantern shone
against the knees of Archelaus,
and lit up the check-board pattern
of the eleemosynary trousers
Fatigued civilian attires reasonable rhyme
challenging readers to dare themselves
question yours truly what ranks as
unleashing trademark punishing crime.
Words worth more'n fine spun gold
courtesy those considering themselves literate,
perh...
