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He Toured Manhattan She told him to come and to give it a try, He told her, "Dear Aunty, I cannot see why, You love this big city with skyscrapers high, This place called 'Big Apple', the pie-in-the-sky." "Please, come before New Year's and see how it feels, I... ( added 17 hours 23 minutes ago.)

Troubled Nation This is a short poem I wrote some time ago, while watching the evening news. It's not an elaborate poem, just a few of my thoughts, while feeling frustrated and angry about what I see around me. At first reading you may think I am talking about... ( added 14 days 4 hours ago.)

With Pen In Hand Is writing an obsession for you? Do you feel you need to write in order to find some sort of fulfillment? If you have answered 'yes' to either or both of the above questions, then you are indeed a writer. With Pen In Hand I live my life with... ( added 14 days 15 hours ago.)

Noises In My Head The noise is all around you, But you're not able to hear, The thoughts and visions, dreams and plans, That my heart holds so dear. My mind is such a noisy place, It's busy all the time, It's wanting you to share its dreams, And make them yours... ( added 17 days 18 hours ago.)

Snow Rush As an adult, I no longer like the snow as I used to, but childhood memories of fun in the snow are still sweet. Snow Rush What a rush, what a thrill, As we travelled downhill, On a sled made by our dear ol' Dad, It was twenty below... ( added 17 days 19 hours ago.)

Back Home On The Living Foundation The following is a simple poem in a fictional setting, yet holds truth for so many of us. As you read and lay back the first layer, try to envision the 'highway of your own will', which I'm sure most of us have travelled, and then picture the... ( added 28 days 5 hours ago.)

The Insect Is A Creature, Small The insect is a creature, small, He walks on ceilings, walks on walls, And burrows deep within the earth, But many cannot see his worth. The Caterpillar, full of fuzz, Is not a bee; he doesn't buzz, But he becomes a butterfly, And causes... ( added 45 days 15 hours ago.)

I Worked For An Airline During 9/11 At the time of 9/11, I was working as a call-centre reservations agent for Air Canada. I was well aware that airlines have always been the target of terrorists; with hijackings and bomb threats. That's probably why the office I worked in was... ( added 56 days 22 hours ago.)

It's A Bridge In a lot of cases, the interpretation of a poem is in the mind of the reader. I think the following poem just may be one of those. Even after having written it, I'm not really sure what it means. Maybe you will find your own interpretation.... ( added 62 days 16 hours ago.)

A Special Instrument Of His Great Love A few years ago I attended the funeral of a man who had been in a wheel-chair all his life and lived in a group home. He was severely handicapped and needed constant care. He was a person that most able-bodied people would either feel... ( added 64 days 20 hours ago.)

Death Row Now, before you start thinking that I'm writing another dark, deep poem about human tragedy, relax, I'm not. Well, I guess it is kind of tragic, at least for me. I'm writing about my skill as a gardener. 'Death Row' I went to the nursery to... ( added 66 days 17 hours ago.)

My Dearest Yesterday, I Have Found A New Love My Dearest Yesterday, I am writing this letter to say goodbye. Although you have been good to me and have treated me well, it is time for me to move on. I'm not saying that I don't appreciate all that you have done for me; I do, yes, I really... ( added 68 days 6 hours ago.)

Guilt Will Not Let Him Be Free I'm not really sure why I wrote this poem. Perhaps it was just my interest in writing a macabre story. Guilt Will Not Let Him Be Free He sat in the park and talked to himself, While feeding the squirrels and the birds, I tried to get... ( added 68 days 15 hours ago.)

Country Boy's City Downfall The following poem is in no way a statement defending the virtues of country life and making accusations of the evils of the city, although some have accused me of inferring such. It is simply a story, like most of my poems, although I... ( added 70 days 1 hour ago.)

Just A Barn Full Of Hay Just a barn full of hay, It is there we would play, We would romp around morning 'till night, Then we'd sleep in the straw, In pajamas or 'raw', From the dusk until dawn's early light. Tunnels dug in the hay, It was there we would lay, And tell... ( added 72 days 14 hours ago.)

Criticized Into Suicide In my job I see a number of people come through who have committed suicide. It is a form of death that I have a hard time accepting. Each time, I contemplate as to why they would do such a thing. It seems mind-boggling and I can't understand... ( added 77 days 15 hours ago.)

Street-Hardened Bum The Question and Answer link asked this question: "Do most homeless people prefer to be homeless?" I don't really know the answer to this question. I'm sure some do, as it is preferable to the life they led before, but others are there because... ( added 80 days 13 hours ago.)

The Coal Miner His face is black, his cough is heavy, He works far underground, A breed apart, one-of-a-kind, His type is hard to be found. He works in the dark from nine to five, And sees not the light of day, And when he is done he stands in line, Just... ( added 80 days 17 hours ago.)

Treat Him Like A Brother His skin may have a darker hue, Than that of me and that of you, But he has feelings just as true, So treat him like a brother. Don't act as if he isn't there, For that is cruel and so unfair, That attitude will go nowhere, So treat him like a... ( added 81 days 6 hours ago.)

Daddy Bought A Little Horse When Daddy bought a little horse, I thought it strange; it was of course, The thing just didn't look quite right, But I was small and not too bright. Had leathery skin from head to toe, But way back then I di ( added 82 days 17 hours ago.)

I Don't Want To Be Addicted Most of us are aware of the drug abuse that is around us, on our streets, in our neighbourhoods, in our towns and cities. I have always been aware of it. When I was in my teens I volunteered with "Teen Challenge" on the streets of Vancouver... ( added 83 days 13 hours ago.)

"With Crimes Never Ending" and "The Prisoner" With Crimes Never Ending All throughout history, Crimes are committed, While some are imprisoned, Some others acquitted. The judges in courthouses, Speak for the masses, While reading the charges, They often need glasses. And time spent in... ( added 85 days 6 hours ago.)

No More To Streak Or Turn The Cheek Remember the old fad called "Streaking"? I never tried it, but it was supposed to be fun and exciting, so they say. Maybe it was if everything went as planned, but what about when it didn't. That's what happened to the guy in this story. A... ( added 90 days 5 hours ago.)

Our Town Was Once A Peaceful Place It's a sad commentary on our society, that most people reading this article will in some way be able to relate to it. Some will have experienced the violence first-hand, others what they see around them or what they read in the newspapers or... ( added 91 days 16 hours ago.)

Playing With Fire Ouija Board "Ouija Board Parker Brothers Hasbro Games. Ouija, the boardgame that summons the para-normal. Ask the Ouija Board - and let the board spell out the answers. How it works has been a mystery for over 30 years!" ( added 92 days 14 hours ago.)