19 września 2013
Poem: Wild Zebras At Play?
Can you spot those wild zebras,
trotting across noisy plains of green?
Can you spy them with binoculars,
huddling together in familiar scenes?
Can you observe these wild zebras,
emblazoned with their traditional stripes?
Can you recognize distinctive patterns
of opposing colors of black and white?
Can you form an opinion regarding
the thoughts of wild zebras at play?
Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’
force a duality of stripes to rule the day?
Can you number the size of the herd
or even call out specific zebras by name?
See their necks encircled by dangling whistles,
as they continue… to officiate the football game.
-Joe Breunig,
Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
22 listopada 2024
niemiła księdzu ofiarasam53
22 listopada 2024
po szkoleYaro
22 listopada 2024
22.11wiesiek
22 listopada 2024
wierszejeśli tylko
22 listopada 2024
Pod miękkim śniegiemJaga
22 listopada 2024
Liście drzew w czerwonychEva T.
22 listopada 2024
Potrzeba zanikuBelamonte/Senograsta
21 listopada 2024
Drżenia niewidzialnych membranArsis
21 listopada 2024
21.11wiesiek
21 listopada 2024
Światełka listopadaJaga