Frail Peace by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Much brave talk about a ceasefire,And, a prelude for some peace,Let troops stop and then retire. That gentle dream a fulfilling desire,Steel and smoke rest and decrease,Much brave talk about a ceasefire. Across the ruins comes the crier,O’head...

Palm Stories by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] A season to pick categories,Both myth and real are a choice,Best told through the strong stories,Revealing a view with a mystic voice. Take a step beyond the pagan,For a reality surpassing games,Yet, ask the soul to reawaken,From a...

Autumn in Africa (a Northern View)by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Seasons change the atmosphere,Seas expanse is so vast,‘Tho nature’s wind can blow me near,A thought, a prayer, draws me past. Here the story in part is told,Of cycles changing and revolution,A new view with beauty bold,Nature’s bounty’s a...

Mysteries and Marvels by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The pyramids are a mystery and marvel,An outsized tombstone for a soul,Aged stones for a small parcel,Silent images, they do cajole. Opinions vary, some controversial,‘Mid sand and dust of their history.For immortality, a dress rehearsal?The desert winds...

Above the Clouds by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Above the clouds, the heavens lay,In harmony with stars and cosmic play,So white and puffy are the clouds,Where wind and poems are allowed.Could I fly up there to stay? So many thoughts fly up to heaven,Prayers make...