A Beautiful Day by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] I need to grasp this beautiful day,An area for my mind’s play,Not delay until tomorrow,Nor to use it in shade or sorrow,But let light shine so glimmering fey. Beauty resides in this place,Like a breeze against my face,‘Tho...

Moon River by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Moon River is such an old song,Where love was strong; it made me shiver,But, those times are truly, long gone,Feelings linger, skipping the blither. Life was better round the bend,Oh, how the song’s message would croon,No thought that...

The Living Dead by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] We didn't sail then,we got shot instead,the wrong words didwhat they usually do. Our bodies smelled,most sailors threw up,a lot of tourists stoppedto observe our quietude. We disappointed all,we just stood up to go,our work was not doneand...

The Humpback’s Tale by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Once it was hunted, about to extinction,For its oil that would yield light,Now petroleum is of distinction,Illuminating mind’s dark night. I worry somewhat about the species,‘Tho no more the Nantucket sleighride,Congrats for the thinking and new theses,Wherein both...

Joy Unfiltered by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] The joyful games of a youthful boy (or girl),Simple pleasures, easily done,Gained from play in freedom’s whirl,Completed in the afternoon sun. Goals and thoughts of a child,Easy fantasy with make-believe,Kingdoms and castles in fantasy wild,Not a serious notion...