Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

This is no joke Time’s beck-and-call That bids us trust in God For all This is no hoax Man’s pray-and-plead That G...

If I have grown numb in time’s front row seat To the beauty of hither and yon If I have grown blind to the fine-flung sheet ...

Time is a moment-ous occasion We cannot move time backward To reform what is Past Each moment molding artwork That soon ...

Hate dresses up like a lover Smiles, a disguise Trying to cover Lies, lies, lies The physical attraction When two li...

Behind closed doors Secrets are born But then, when everybody knows The house from which Fond dreams are torn Falls li...