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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.

Stream of Days
The Stream of Days by Taha Hussein can be classified as a detailed intriguing story of a boy with only four senses. The story focuses on a day in the life of a blind boy who is being taken care of by his brother. Throughout the story, the reader comes to realize that the boy is abandoned a lot. Sometimes at the Azher to listen to lectures. Other times left in a corner at their home while his brother goes off and does things with his friends. The most common theme is the boy's thirst for knowledge. Without the use of his eyes, the boy must rely on listening in order to learn anything. While at a lecture, he becomes annoyed that the teacher is rambling and not actually teaching anything. When at home and being forgotten by his brother and his friends, the boy strains his ears to be able to hear anything he can. He becomes happy even when he can only hear an echo of voices. Another theme could be the boy's loneliness. Even without the use of his eyes, the boy can be included in most things but his brother is always abandoning him or simply just forgetting about him. This loneliness is also reflected in the boy's response to darkness. The boy literally lives in darkness, but becomes scared and depressed when the lamp is not on.
By K Savin4 years ago in Poets
An Ode to Spatchcocked Chicken
(This one is best read with your best Vincent Price voice impression) O' spatchcocked chicken, so divine Deprived of breastbone, tail and spine,
By Dana Crandell4 years ago in Poets
Tao-te-CHING: A Zen Poet’s View by D. R. Streeter
A way to know without knowing. Tao-te-CHING is a song by Lao Tzu and we have so many versions and every version of it brings new meaning to the Reader.
By Kaushik Trivedi4 years ago in Poets
Lilith
If ignorance is bliss, Another elixir, miss— I’ll drink like a merry ol lush With a purple gin blossom A toast to the cursed and fallen
By Iosefa Manu4 years ago in Poets
Halloween at Your Door
Halloween at your door with trickle treating upon us once more. Mini bodies like hairy goblins, monsters and evil wobbles on the walk.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
Edgar Allen Poe & Halloween
Halloween a time to scare and have fun at the same time. Edgar Allen Poe is a writer that liked to scare in a very psychological manner. Here is an acostric poem that will try to
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Haiku (with note*)
Grey dipped arm, tree branch; far away, a party (see – almost too far, but…* * This is not just a note about the images
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
The perfect game.
This last week has been an interesting one for me. As I've been writing, I've been remembering and reading; dates and dinners and shows, the movies we'd watch and the music and the art we'd share. Every now and then, I'll share a memory or two.
By Omar4 years ago in Poets
Distant Land
I dream of thee in distant sea, safe land which I may gaze on, I may be wrong led by sirens song, to think I felt you calling.
By Josie Del Valle4 years ago in Poets
If I Died Today -- Part 1
If you've ever been arrested for crimes you didn't commit, at the tender age of 61, spend three and a half weeks in a federal courtroom, only to be sentenced to 10 years in prison, you too might wax poetic about the life you're leaving behind . . .
By Dave Ruskjer4 years ago in Poets
~The Boots Fit~
~The Boots Fit!~ The Boots fit, They took me places Far beyond what my, Dreams could ever do. They did for me What no ordinary Boots,
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets
The Humble Poet
This poem is dedicated to a dear friend and fellow Vocal creator, Mike Singleton - Mikeydred. He is a truly humble poet, thus the title, and has an expansive and highly expressive portfolio of poetry and stories. The intense rawness in the way he creates his craft has a very palpable intimacy that is inspirational and full of heart. I have collaborated with Mike so far on two poems, and I feel his talent and highly mature perspective on poetry has helped me grow as a writer. He is my brother from another mother, as I so often tell him! Here is my take on a sonnet, hopefully it is correct!
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets