New Contributor Poem

Our Village Verse page features a new poem by William Kamen, entitled “Superficial.” He describes it as “a sad relationship between a man and a woman based on the birth and death of a star.” William continues to amaze me with his poetic imagery that captures the essence of emotions. You can find more poetry by William on our Village Verse and Village Verse Vault pages.

The Ghost In The Mirror

Through tear stained glass,
a vision asks
What value do you give?
How do you justify yourself?
What right have you to live?
And pain abounds
in endless rounds
of darkness and despair,
and cause the red, rimmed eyes
to urge me strongly to beware.
The ghostly vision’s
cruel precision
eradicates the will
until the moment passes
and the mirror ghost is still.

A Furry Family Holiday

A New Past Master

We are proud to announce our new Past Master: James Whitcomb Riley. Click this link to read a brief biography and a small selection of his work. Also included is a rare, 1912 recording for the Victor Talking Machine Company of Mr. Riley's recitation of his poem, "A Life Lesson."

New Contributor Poems

Our Village Verse page features new contributor poems by two of our favorite poets. William Kamen explores the "The Dying Dream" and Mike DeVita's holidays "Quickly Come and Quickly Go." You can find more poetry by William and Mike on our Village Verse Vault page.

Out Of Embers

Embers glow,
remnants of fire’s passion
before the flames were smothered
by lies.

Hope grows,
ashes reformed by the phoenix
rising to reclaim the heart broken
and left for dead.

Love knows,
touching that dark and hollow space
where love is meant to be,
eyes meet and souls join.
Desires in the dying coals revive again.

New Contributor Poems

We have two new Contributor Poems on our Village Verse page. William Kamen presents us with "A Blessing." Mike Devita is "Pondering Christmas." Check these out and other Contributor Poems on the Village Verse and Village Verse Vault pages.

The Puppy's Poem

The old dog is barking out of control,
The big one yelps for my toys.
The cats are mewing and hissing at me.
There’s an awful lot of noise.

I’ve got a pink bed that’s lined with fleece
and a Martha Stewart sweater.
The people who love me are friendly and kind,
so my life couldn’t be any better.

Puzzling

Sometimes,
the poem writes itself,
and I am merely the typist.

Other times,
the steady flow of words
plows right into an unforgiving roadblock.

At no time,
in the puzzling of words,
is the process as easy as it should be.

When is it time
to abandon a cherished idea,
leaving it to rot with other literary rubbish?

In a future time,
I may want to revive the thoughts
that led me down the road to discontent.

But not at this time.

What I'm Thankful For

Thanksgiving is a day

when I sit back and reflect

on words I should have spoken

and how often I neglect

to tell you what you mean to me,

and although overdue,

of all the things I'm thankful for,

I'm thankful most for you.