Poiema Portfolio

I was born for coffee. My Danish Grandmother gave it to me as a treat whenever I'd spend time at her house, laced with lots of cream a...

Isolate me, if Thou must Train my heart to love and trust By the arrow's inward thrust I am reminded Thou art mine I'll cleave...

" God gives, even to the poorest and least instructed of us art, science, literature, appealing not only to the senses but to the soul....

Writers sometimes experience a conundrum when they face a blank computer screen, or when they pull out a fresh, white piece of writing paper...

Do long poems make you yawn? Here is one that you can read in a jiffy: lighght   by Aram Saroyan, 1965 You read that right! It qualif...

  Peter and John Running to the Tomb by Eugne Burnand 1850-1921 Dead Men Walking (For Peter and John) And we were dead, stark in o...

  John Singer Sargent, Study of the Vickers Children On Easter Day the lilies bloom, Triumphant, risen from their tomb; Their bulbs ...