I've Lost My Mind

by Melvin Brinkley

Poem,Songs Lyrics


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem


Just Plain Lost

by Richard Wangard

Prose


An Intrepid Hero

by Daniel Wolfe

Prose


Big Leon and John"Duke" Wayne

by Rodney Santos

Prose


The Voice

by John Muza

Prose


TOGETHER

By Tom Lowman, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Side by side in rocking chairs,
with streaks of silver in once-golden hair,
they sit in the light of a sunny day.
She turns to him in a tender way.
She says, ""The sun is cascading over the sill
like a waterfall, if you will.
A flight of geese is passing near.""
""Ah yes,"" he smiles. ""I hear them, dear.
They're heading south this time of year.
Leaves are crackling, cold winds blow.
I guess they think it's time to go.""
And he whose eyes had long grown dim
could see the pictures she drew for him.
While she no longer could hear his words,
she read on his lips the sounds of the birds.

Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


I've Lost My Mind

by Melvin Brinkley

Poem,Songs Lyrics


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem


Talking With Regina...I Like to Do!

by John Bradley

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


Created Equal?

by Richard Wangard

Prose