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...

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...

I Give You This Lung by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I give you this issue, a smoker begun,A blue cloud expelled from his lung,Blow some my way, a feminine reply,Inhaling a weed’s scent floating by,A psychic invitation for the young. The filtered weed was viewed as tender,A...

A Valentine’s Secret by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A valentine’s secret as I grow old,Is a whisper not so bold,But, still a matter of the heart,‘Tho we’ve ended up apart.The message’s silence I behold. O’er the years that compose history,Strong feeling tones are still a...