The Daily Poet

  Faith    In boyhood, I had been inclined towards Philosophy —not as learned from books— But drawn, perhaps, by inner nature and  The t...

       Tides and Seasons  The seasons come; the seasons go in turn, As Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer dance As they had done, with other...

    Planet    Upon this planet with its blues and greens, Its many shades of browns and other hues, And all the other sights that daylight b...

One World?   And so the strangling, through the long decades, Of Paars-Ayraan results in ruin and worse, And long repression breeds resentm...

  Ballroom Nero fiddled as Rome was burning down And Marie Antoinette, when told the plebes Had no more bread and so were discontent, Asked ...

    Saintliness and Sin   Is it possible, within the city's Bustle, to be quiet— To walk or sit in peace amidst The clamor of the riot? ...

   The World Wide Web   We’re now acquainted with the “World Wide Web”, But keep forgetting there’s another one That spreads its filaments a...