40 years ago 16 flags unfurled o’er the fields In the days after The hard rain fell And […]
National Poetry Writing Month
Life is not a road On which we walk. Roads can be walked In either direction. Life is […]
Days slip away Brown hair turns gray As a boy turns into a man. 4/18/18 My 17th poem […]
A single white feather Falling, flying; floating. Ivory against an onyx sky. Loosed from Lucifer’s wing, Escaping un-singed […]
Lotus flowers float Atop the dirty water Growing in the sun. 4/12/18 My 13th poem for National Poetry […]
Bob Dylan and the ghost of Leonard Cohen Sitting shivah on short stools Yarmulke pinned to gray curly […]
The following poem is a translation of a poem written in Latin by the ancient Roman poet Gaius […]
Mystery abounds Life is a masquerade ball Disguise required No one can know who you are Even you’re […]
The Only Thing I know For certain is That I don’t know anything for certain. 4/6/18 My ninth […]
Wise men know What they do not know And doubt what they do know. Fools don’t know What […]
John W. Leys 