The man with the mop

Homeward And looking upward black branches etch across a pale sky a shattered mirror beautiful sad full of memory Later...

Two men who wanted to see the sunrise would be very foolish to argue about the place where it would appear and their means of looking at it,...

I wrote this poem myself. It's an ode to a toilet, proving there's poetry in everything. You'll have to decide for yourself how ...

A friend shared this with me today and I thought I'd pass it on... (I try to remember that I know less than 1% of 1% of all there is to ...

i thank You God for this most amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which ...