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.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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 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.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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.
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.
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