The Poet's House

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  • Next To Heaven

    I can imaginethat clouds are reallyupside down icebergscrossing the skyand that Newfoundlandlays next to heaven. I can imaginethat the smell of wildflowerscome to usby passing shipson infinite horizonsthat our ancestors steer. I can wish on starsthat fall from the night… Continue reading

  • The Murmuration of Poets

    The murmuration of poetsis God’s pupil.The depth of knowledgeinfinite.In the darkness’ abyss we existonly to find ourselvesin God’s light. Continue reading

  • The Glass Ceiling

    You have to have the attitude of a brickin order to bring down the glass ceiling above you.The strength of a madmanand the willingness to fail. How easy it is to point out the failures of yesterday,and how difficult it… Continue reading

  • God’s Silence

    Use the good word to express God’s loveor use the good word to spread hate.That is the choice.We can teach an army how to killor teach our children unconditional love.Let them loose on the open plainsand watch as the cumbersome… Continue reading

  • Out Of Many, One

    E Pluribus Unum(out of many, one) When patriotism can get you killed your voice becomes a commodity of freedom. Stand up to those that deem to destroy what many have sacrificed their lives for. Be vacant of fear and rise… Continue reading