I very fortunately had my manuscript edited by a PhD Poetic Scholar named Annie Finch where we worked for several months exchanging thoughts, ideas, and the art of language into a small book of poetic compositions, poems I had discerned the writing hereof from experiences from a Bavarian experience, life in the military, and a … Continue reading A Favorite Poem of Mine
I have discovered the perennial wisdom of women supersedes all I learned thus far into deeper places within my heart and soul. In fact, I lay witness to women as my guiding light to Christ and the holiness of the Divine within me. My experience with the Voice at age fifteen (a woman’s voice), loud … Continue reading A Quiet Manifestation of Love
From the heart remain many rooms As lightning fingers from God Singing different melodies For love unearned, I cannot explain, nor comprehend its depths, But as I feel, I know Of many hearts along the way A separate happiness each note shall play. Please, speak to the eyes … Continue reading A Heart with Many Rooms
Fragments of broken glass this room’s dimensional windows a stone’s throw away, living on the edge too long. Silence dances in darkness through an altered state. voices, a regimented life! Toy soldiers living not in dreams but regimes. I stand, inhaling plumes amid cumulous vapors an air sifting … Continue reading Fragmented
Silver Love Poured Tea by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 3:12:52 AM Your smile, breathless, Ponderosa Pines harvested your voice, Kisses that shed an earthly attire, While Sleeper’s and Pullman’s steal the night, yet Silver love poured tea. The moon breathed deep tonight, Stars gathered Inebriated by the broken silence, Only the darkness smiled! Silver … Continue reading Silver Love Poured Tea
Walking Alone in ‘81 by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 2:53:22 AM How many rides, were you offered today? Met a stranger with a heart full of compassion? One I’d say, but, other than that It just ain’t happening! These foreign guests within an illusory homeland of hope? Was there one who lifted you in … Continue reading Walking Alone in ’81
Blood Rain by John Gregory Evans © 5/17/2020 1:58:19 AM Rhythmic seasons arrive by way of violent crimes from within the darkness, as we digest encounters with black and bloody sinuous renegades, of branch and vine. Tiny minnows and tad-poles thirst upon a solitary descent of a complacent pain, as dragonflies carve out their stellar … Continue reading Blood Rain
Silence Prevailed by John Gregory Evans From: Vehemence: In Silence We Weep The bus driver knew. Harsh reality set in. Angered by brazen words from English speaking kids, insolent tongues sing of a lady in France. The German sun bit into the driver’s eyes. What did these kindred know of France? And the killing of … Continue reading Silence Prevailed!
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An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972 A Former US Marine [1971-1972] ~ by John Gregory Evans © 5/14/2020 8:00:23 AM (5) 11 Line Stanzas, (1) 5 Line Envoi, the last line for each stanza a refrain. Envoi ddedE and the lines rhyme scheme = ababceddedE Stanza I I am fire fanning the flames of … Continue reading An Internal Slant Rhyming Ballad from 1972
A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy War and Peace Introduction by John Gregory Evans © 5/13/2020 3:26:38 PM Stanza I To whom be known of Russia’s plight? Siberian snow’s wilderness, Decembrist’s Tolstoy’s wit does write, Natasha and kindheartedness playful and lasciviousness – Gentry and peasant’s feelings grow A Mother Russia’s wispy tale, Keeps warm her nape … Continue reading A Ballad of Leo Tolstoy: War & Peace, Introduction