Aqua Regia Poems
Lovin'Those Blues 
B.B, Vai, Clapton and Tommy,
Have made an impact on Aussie and Pommie.
They took their time as real muso's do,
Checking harmonics in the loo.
Rhythm and blues sound under the ceiling,
Calloused... more
Poet: Christine Hogan  rating: 
Past Purloined
I.
We knew naught but to pursue each other
Only sought to renew
what captured joy once felt
what Rapturous Passion, a religion spelt
With kisses and sidelong glances
From across a flaming... more
Poet: Callie Blake rating: The Campsite
Meadows so wild and vibrant here,
Eternal stone to grasp the sky,
The earthsong plays within our ears,
To the meadow lark's reply.
Prismatic sunset heralds night,
Apace for wood we search... more
Poet: Scott M Pratschner rating: Paint Me A Picture
Paint me a picture,with colors from your heart.Close your eyes and let goof the image in your soul.Paint me a picture,with pure impulse and touch.Let each stroke tell a story,and your energy soak the... more
Poet: Lisa-Dawn Sparling rating: Afternoon In School
Afternoon in School
The Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart
My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start
Them again... more
Poet: D. H. Lawrence rating: Acceptance
I walk through this valley
in the shadow of death
cold handed, cold breathed
alone to my travels
alone in my strife
the sorrow I know
has imprisoned me here
left to my fate
The sun shall... more
Poet: Cymbre Dolphay rating: Curtain Call
Let us cut this chase at the legs
Those eyes
Once with starred aspirations
Showed affection
To the most unlikely and unsuited of suitors
I burned their ships.
The ratio of my gun
To where... more
Poet: Samuel Scion rating: Almost Home
It's just like everywhere and nowhere
the places that don't really exist
except to keep you far from home.
It's just like here and now
inside of a black shadowed dream
waiting for the moon... more
Poet: Bethany N Kuehne rating: Grave Toppers
I want my epitaph to say:
"He died a
silly, silly way."
such as, upon the stone,
"Elas, dearly
missed -
his heart exploded in a dream -
where Barney,
Purplest... more
Poet: Elas Giordano rating: Song Of The Shirt
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a... more
Poet: Thomas Hood rating:
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