ADR poetry published 2014-2019
My backyard was a launch pad
for my dreams in ’58. I thought
the Hardy Boys were the smartest
kids in the world. They taught me
engineering, rocket science, love
of exploration. I scoured their books
for blueprints; junk yards for parts
later to become my rocket to the Moon.
Continue reading Fly Me to the Moon — Poem by John C. Mannone
My tears were hidden on my face
As a shower fell from the skies above
Darkness did now fill my life
As I frantically searched for those I love
Continue reading The Remnants Of My Tears — Poem by Wendell Brown
I am the ginger brown of the Egyptian
The blackness of the Sudan
I am the beauty to which the birds sing
I have the supremeness of the royal Lion
I am the Orchid that adorns the shore of the Nile
And the brightness of shimmering stars
I am the nomad that dwells in the Sahara
I am known throughout the lands afar
Continue reading Nature’s Sweet Biracial Child — Poem by Wendell Brown
Where have all our beautiful flowers gone
Each so very special in their own way
Where have all our young flowers gone
Why has this world’s evil taken them away
Continue reading Our Flowers, Our Loss — Poem by Wendell A. Brown
A Touch
Wake up in smiles
Because you are alive,
As God permits you
To see another day
True Love never dies
When happiness really finds us
And sweet tranquility fills our minds,
When cupids arrow does pierce our hearts
True love does never die…
They Fall With Grace,
Two Petals of a Rose, Out Of Faith,
That The Gravity Of Earth will Bind Them,
In Shape Of Lips …
For ATHANASIOS Lerounis (A Greek volunteer teacher who was abducted and held for a ransom of $2 million and release of Taliban leaders)
Against my will I sit in a dark Dungeon in NOORISTAN land of Light,
waiting for a rescue or a compromise deal ,why me as I look at a glimmer of Hope ,
I devoted umpteen years of my life
For the cousins of Kalasha who have abducted me
Here I am Far away yet near to the sympathisers
Don’t just sit there Idle – do something,
ARE YOU Waiting for the smoke to clear of the GREEK elections
For I am also the news, with active work
For I discovered down trodden Kalash Tribes of the Hindukush.
Well, neighbor, this land lies barren
where we’ve paced back and forth,
and weed-choked everywhere else.
I’m proud that we’ve negotiated,
and that we haven’t fought,
that no blood has been shed
on our disputed boundary line.
I know I promised to keep King Christian
safe in my pocket on his Danish coin,
but I lost it on the Greyhound bus
between Chicago and L.A.