the sun will still shine

the sun will still shine poem by steven james humphreys

We concern ourselves so with machinations of mankind. does the wind fret? it knows which way to blow the garden grows no matter how concerned we become and after we are gone the sun will still shine the clouds will form and rain will drop and we will be free of all earthly matters we … Continue reading the sun will still shine

Henry Charles Bukowski

charles bukowski, american poet, poetry, poems

I don't know if we would have been friends or not, but there's that undefinable quality I like about Henry Charles Bukowski. I respect the blatant in your face honesty, yet I don't care much for some of the descriptive phrases and words he uses, even though they were necessary. It was his style, and without it … Continue reading Henry Charles Bukowski

La Différence!

la difference, that's how it goes... (women are the glue which bonds societies' fabric) We all work those jobs we do best and it does show a face familiar which has always been ordained long before we were put here. We've come prewired for tasks so separate although undivided it be that, different never gets things … Continue reading La Différence!

Sitting Under the Poetry Dome

Poor unhappy soul, (you haven't found where it is hiding, but be reassured, it's there, because they found him and gave him a good hiding...) whatever gets you through your weary day... Is OK, for you somehow made your way home staggering as you do now dwelling for a short while in your creaky thrift … Continue reading Sitting Under the Poetry Dome