The Wedding March of Creation

 

The day she was married to the Universe.

https://medium.com/dancing-elephants-press/the-wedding-march-of-creation-e3840fbe6758

Queen Power- The Queen of Romance

The Hungry for Knowledge Tourist- Visiting Libraries and Universities Wo...

The Candle in the Window- The Light We Follow in Life a Poem by Warren B...

The Tourist in the Ruins- The Joys of Historical Tourism, an original po...

Keep Your Eyes Open- You Can and Will Win an Original Poem by Warren Brown

In the company of the Crows- A Poem by Warren Brown

Today is Christmas Eve, Christmas is a few hours away

The homes are decorated,

The Christmas trees are lit,

Even the family pet has a place to sit.

The gifts are brightly packed,

The lights are sparkling and bright,

Growing in luminosity in the night.

If you are dancing on a table or on the ceiling,

We all remember the Christmas Eve feeling.

A couple of hours and it will come,

The best day of the year for mankind.

Christmas day is just a day away,

Start the festivities from today.

Who can ever forget that feeling,

Just waiting for Christmas day.

The magic of that special feeling,

Never does it go away.

If you are dancing on a table or on the ceiling,

We all remember the Christmas Eve feeling.

Regardless of the age and the time,

There is something special on Christmas Eve,

As you hear the Church bells chime.

We know that Santa is delivering gifts,

As children sleep with their eyes half-open,

Through Christmas Eve night.

The magic of Christmas fills the world,

As we wait for the birth of Jesus,

The light and savior of a lost world.

Christmas Eve is so special today,

As we wait in expectation for Christmas Day.

If you are dancing on a table or on the ceiling,

We all remember the Christmas Eve feeling,

When the world comes alive and is healing.

Last Christmas Eve, The roads were silent

Last Christmas Eve,

Not a bird flew in the sky,

Not a family walked by.

Not a cat prowled the street,

Not a child wanted a treat.

There was no cloud in the sky,

There were no stars that night.

Last Christmas Eve, 

The world was in silence.

Last Christmas Eve,

Our hearts were silent too.

In silence there was joy,

On the birth of the newborn boy.

Last Christmas Eve,

Not a soul walked the silent street,

There were no friends to meet.

Last Christmas Eve,

There were no gifts around the tree,

There were no choirs singing,

There were no church bells ringing.

Last Christmas Eve,

Is a sad memory for children,

There were no gifts and no joy,

On the birth of the tiny boy.

Last Christmas Eve,

We all wish to forget,

With its sadness and its regret.

Last Christmas Eve will remain,

Locked in the portals of time,

Never to return to humanity again.

Zen Poetry Newsletter

 Read the wonderful collection of Zen Poems by contemporary writers.

Zen Poetry Newsletter

When the Seasons Arrive and Why we Love them?

 

I wrote a collection of poems on Medium on the different seasons and why we love them. 

We all have a favorite season. Read the poems below and pick your best one.

Waiting for Winter

Waiting for Spring

Waiting for Autumn

Waiting for Summer

Welcome All Seasons

Orchids in the Snow

 Every color was special and rare.

Read more...

Answers to Life in Poetry by Warren Brown

Net Galley Review- Dickinson's Nerves, Frost's Woods

Net Galley Review:

"William Logan has succeeded in bringing the past to life in his poetry collection, "Dickinson's Nerves, Frost's Woods." Logan allows us to step into the lost world of the poets. He guides us through the pages of verse to experience the poems in a new light, as we are shown the life and the world of the poets. This is a fantastic collection of some of the greatest poems by some of the most memorable poets of all time. A worthy addition to your bookshelf and for any reader who loves poetry."

- Warren Brown on Net Galley