Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

 Discipline, not desire, determines destiny. Charles Stanley The way it is, is all we have And to this we apply If we are wi...

 I wrote this last night but couldn't post it because of internet issues...so we'll begin with a rainy-dusk morning poem...

Morning’s fresh foothold tenders Its gold; noon beams like a bride Until soon it surrenders To eventide Time’s newest de...

That last time she wa s     h urt once too often She vowed neve r     t o tell, But every now and  then her tears don’ t     k ee...

Make mine slow-spooned And sunbeam sweet  or a cool pool of cloud Make it just a simple sample Of heaven That ea...