Classic poem of the day
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker meant not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,
Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition's rod
To bow the knee?
That's hallowed ground where, mourned and missed,
The lips repose our love has kissed;--
But where's their memory's mansion? Is't
Yon churchyard's bowers?
No! in ourselves their souls exist,
A part of ours.
A kiss can consecrate the ground
Whe......
Member poem of the day
Wheat flour with sugar mixed
emulsified with shortening thick
elixir of vanilla added in
and a few chocolate chips
indigo darkness lies without
distant trucks rumble on
forms and papers to be filled
are what fills my computer screen
stomach empty does call out
aching with an awful need
and my thoughts do resist
thinking of percentage fat
sugar of blood ‘tis not low
sluggish not my thoughts do flow
ye...
