Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Poetry: J-L
The Clothes Pin
By Jane Kenyon
How much better it is
to carry wood to the fire
than to moan about your life.
The First Eight Day of The Beard
By Jane Kenyon
7. Centipedes resting on their laurels.
Deer
By Edward Kessler
Beyond the pond where dragonflies
Lie bedded down among the reeds
And bullfrogs clock the racing days
On Forgetting to Set My Alarm Clock
By Jascha Kessler
Once to wake proud in a burst of sunlight
as bearing news of real significance,
to risk cold coffee for this native hour
Route 40—Ohio, U.S.A.
By Milton Kessler
It is dark now.
Nets of snow
tumble about us.
O Garden of Animals!
By Velimir Khlebnikov
Where I search for new rhythms, whose beats are animals and
men.
Untitled
By Velimir Khlebnikov
Genghis Khan me, you midnight plantation!
Dark blue birch trees, sound in my ear!
Zarathuse me, you twilight horizons!
Untitled
By Velimir Khlebnikov
I see them—Crab, Ram, Bull,
And all the world is only shell
Whose pearl and opalescence
Our Gang: Ginger
By Faye Kicknosway
Charles Lindbergh never danced with Ginger Rogers.
He wasn’t a comedian even though he was
from Detroit. You’d see him
Biggest Fish I Will Ever See
By Jessica Fordham Kidd
Biggest fish I will ever see,
men caught you
and hung your death