Insomnia Blurb
There are no tales
Just stories
All in a whirl
With only a few snippets
Never in full length
Memory can hold
Simply because
These are stories
Captured while in topsy-turvy turns
And half-awake winks
While the room
Shifts its wash
From dark to light
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Insomnia Blurb | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| Nightmares | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| For Toil | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| Wild Winds | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| Baclaran's Call | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
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