Another cinquain that had been exclusive to my now out-of-print speculative poetry collection (although I had previously shared it online)...
Lights in the Sky
Weird stars
glimmer o’erhead,
pulsing red, green, and blue,
then rocket earthward to become
spacecraft.
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Poem "Poetry Screams"
Poetry Screams By Richard H. Fay Poetry screams in my head, Giving voice to notions and emotions. Poetry shouts out ideas in verse, Express...
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Beneath the feeble glow of a waning moon and a flickering streetlight, Gareth Tuthill stood on the front stoop of Jarvis Speake’s quaint but...
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One Sunday morn many years ago, in a small church well outside of Dublin town, Father Ryan stood in the pulpit and railed against belief in ...
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Now that it has come, our doom hasn’t arrived from outer space, but inner space. No death star pulsing gamma rays or behemoth killer asteroi...
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