Poor, Marvelous Words

By LaBruyere in englishliterature on

The bards of English verse have taught my pen Much more of life and love than I'd admit. They reach from centuries to speak again And I admire wordsmiths I've not met. They speak plain truth and life in simple words And touch on human nature…

Drink of Words

By LaBruyere in end on

I came at last to journey's end. I bled out words with deeper pain Than ever I conceived of. Then They asked still more of me again; I look to freedom 'round the bend. I bled out words of deeper pain And I denied no mark of…