Classic poem of the day
See heer, my maistre Carpenter, I yow preye,
How many chalenges ageyn me be
And I may nat deliure hem by no weye,
So me werreyeth coynes scarsetee
That ny cousin is to necessitee.
Forwhy vnto yow seeke I for refut
Which þat of confort am ny destitut.
Tho men whos names I aboue expresse
Fayn wolden þat they and I euene were,
And so wolde I, God take I to witnesse.
I woot wel I moot heere or elleswhere
Rekne of my dettes and of hem ans......
Member poem of the day
Memorial Day – 2026... the brightest and I attest
lifeless bodies bedecked,
donned and hashtagged
with trappings of battle hymns
strong and brave men and women
gave their level best
crème de la crème
strongest and bravest
leaving grieving significant others
with emotional agony
...