Dan Hanosh’s The Moon Also Rises
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Archive for November 2007

Outcast

November 29, 2007

Outcast i must keep quiet yet how can i for i know why . . . i know Ernest’s darkest day and the secret he carried all the way to his grave i can’t say aloud . . . you wouldn’t believe anyhow and yet you should know i want to cry out to run […]

I Know

November 27, 2007

I know Where does the tooth fairy go where did she come from what makes a man a man or a woman a woman is truth all there is or just our good names are we supposed to work every waking day or is there more sometimes I think I have done it all before […]

Poetry and Me . . .

November 24, 2007

Poetry and Me . . . Do you read poetry? Do you buy poetry books? I do . . . I’m not sure I would know how to act if I didn’t . . . Let me explain. I love the beautiful words. I love reading them out loud. I’ve been reading, Walt Whitman’s Leaves […]

I am thankful . . .

November 21, 2007

I am thankful I am thankful for the fishes that swim in the seas and for the lakes and for the streams I am thankful for the trees that keeps the blistering sun off our shoulders I am thankful for the wind that cools our faces on the coldest winter’s day I am thankful for […]

Sweet Southern Magnolia

November 18, 2007

Sweet Southern Magnolia And I started to wonder why . . . why sweet magnolia trees don’t grow in the frigid north are we deprived . . . it can’t be our lack of love can it . . . we love stray dogs heck . . . we love each other don’t we . […]

Why Poetry Means So Much To Me . . .

November 14, 2007

Why Poetry Means So Much To Me Poetry comes from the soul, words screaming to get out, to be shouted from the mountain tops and to the shores of the seas. Words that sing, that sing the song of love, words that taste, taste sourness or the sweetness of the grapes and the smells of […]

Lonely is the Night

November 12, 2007

Lonely is the Night Out of the darkened night air trudged the shadow a man tattered soiled and stained opaque hair greasy slick beard tangled twisted gray his plop pop echoed pecking the solid floor ghostly flakes whirled chilling stone a moment’s peace to ease his glacial roots a call came to the station a […]

Why Write Poetry . . .

November 10, 2007

Why Write Poetry . . . Today I thought I would do something different. I wanted to spread a message, a thought. I read poetry and I write it because it’s the heart of a write, his soul put to paper. It’s the life blood of great literature. Without it those works just would not […]

Fall Comes . . .

November 8, 2007

Fall Comes The wind whines outside my window a white blanket lies down upon the land the trees seem barren and oh so alone and the chilling cold has enveloped my world and yet I know winter is losing its hold on us all Spring’s thaw is on its way as is the summer heat […]

Puppy Dog Dreams

November 6, 2007

Puppy Dog Dreams We are the protectors of puppy dog dreams . . . with a wee cuteness he bounces into our lives his baby like likeness captures our hearts our socks become his toys a rag doll becomes his best friend while we are away . . . and our shoes become merely collateral […]