VERSES

[Art of Catrin Welz-Stein] Choice of Words The words have chosen not to lie still  Frozen in time and history,   Not to conform to some prin...

Art by Catrin Welz-Stein   Trading Places Wisdom, they say belongs to The owl, a creature of night Glaring in the dark, to hunt to Rummage t...

 Tomatoes on every plate Tomato a limerick poem She named the precious puppy tomato Though his colour was more like potato He would wag his ...

[image from Bing] Kiskadee - a magic 9 poem Kis  kis  ka deee! kis  kis  ka deee! This song is their name. It is not just for me, The kiskad...

  Wed In Red - a  magic 9 poem She a bride wore red She didn't conform to the day Of white veil that led To travails of aisle and crown ...

  Quadrille Dark Wake up, get up, nudges my muse I will when the dark recedes, When birdsong clears morning sky Even though the waning gibbo...

[image courtesydVerse poetry pub] Music To My Ears - A Cento In this magical village,  I walk briskly in October’s chill, but the tune I he...