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.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Cultivating people can be arduous,
With results as uncertain as weather.
Try oysters, meerkats, turnips, mice.
Sublimation, a new version of piety.
Hovers the paint and gets her going.
Everything drifts, a barely heard sigh is the
I stood by the dark barn and called
and called to her by name,
into the labyrinth of stalls
Flute—a simple remedy
of which the herb is sound.
My eye is a planet with another motion,
I hold no greater value
than the secret
Please believe I strive
Come on, let's conjure up
something really horrible:
What would you most hate
The raccoon got up on the roof and wouldn’t come down. I threw rocks
at it and it danced between them. Finally I decided to get my shotgun.
I got a ladder from the garage and climbed up on it. Then I took aim and
When I came out of my study, Ginny was standing there with
wet hair. “Are you going to town today?” she asked me. “I wasn’t
The light that is shining
over there is a traffic sign.
I returned the money I borrowed.
My bird is the cardinal,
one will sometimes come to me
or vanishing bluebird,