Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

A color choir trembles where Not long ago the earth was bare And from a page of pungent bars Unfolds a stage of fl...

Come, all ye sons and daughters Sing triumph’s hip-hooray The God who parted waters Is still the same today Then do...

What waits to be in poetry? Will it be triumph of success? Or disappointment's infantry Marching through tampered happi...

What a month celebrating the 'rites of passage' this June has been! Babies, birthdays, baptisms, weddings, anniversaries...an...

I began writing this poem on the first day of summer (first verse) then suddenly time frisked five-days from my fingers...😒😊! ......