Poet,MichaelD.Brown

Aeons Grafted in eternity; That infinite line Running the marathon parallel to forever One step after another. And how do we measure Without the tape, Without notches of time, Without second hands elapsing Units of vapor That are here and then no longer More than dissipation; Without dreams... Sign in to see full entry.

R.S.V.P. Out of the certainty That encourages upon light Given freely by stars- A sort of stellar grace: Waiting gently for recipients to open The envelope, to read their names written Embossed a heavenly body With a title better than moon, in a book of life With rings of rainbow, with a place... Sign in to see full entry.

The only thing forbidden Find the apple bitten with no worm burgeoning past the cavity, centered green as fruit. The stem holds its attachment unplucked by any hand. The leaf falls alone finishing its task remaining aesthetic at all costs. The tree deserves more credit than it ever gets. Shadows... Sign in to see full entry.

Listen (for Stephanie A. Brown on our 1st Wedding Anniversary,May 3, 2007) My interest in you is vested Twinkle in the propensity of stars;Moonlit night quartered for the nudity of nocturnal eyes; Clouds hovering overhead- the only way rain knows how to tease; Every swaying willow leaning to hear me... Sign in to see full entry.

What should become of the silent ashes of a man? His life in convoy only destined to disband. Charred Ashes, fragmented memories beautifully enduring in my urn. Petrified sun, frizzled blur of light leapt hot to kiss or burn. Life dried up to jolt or halt the dead. The living quiver, interminable as... Sign in to see full entry.

My own dear Mother has gone home to the Lord so these next few weeks are a special time of reflection for me. Time helps to heal the hurt of losing someone so incredibly special but you never fully get over such a loss. I am comforted knowing IN CHRIST I will see her again. So here is a short poem... Sign in to see full entry.

A prelude You simply walk in. The fit is tailored to the perfection I script in a dream. I am attracted to the mentality of your soul. I think of things that belong together: The dusk before the dawn arrives -it wants to be a prelude too. Michael D. Brown Sign in to see full entry.

Angels They have always been with us,well mannered meek, quite like voice in silent film. If they did speak it would be in the aorist tense prophesying music and didactic verse. Michael D. Brown Sign in to see full entry.

Sophia(Greek, wisdom) Chisel words from iron thoughts from feathered pens that ink and spill words onto the page onto the lesson that I am supposed to learn when I spurn the wisdom of the ages when I neglect the truth in splendor or in rags too simple for the complication of my intellect, too... Sign in to see full entry.

Sports We admire our naked bodies like Olympic gold medals. We examine both sides carefully. We flip over heads or tails. We win either way. We have never lost an event. We are first in every heat. We break our own records for endurance. We represent our respective countries very well Michael D.... Sign in to see full entry.