Until The End

Until the words run dry And the sun and moon desert the sky Until my blood no longer turns to ink And my arthritic fingers cannot hold a pen I will continue to write my poetry Writing unburdens my heart Cleanses my soul Keeps me sane and relieves my pain So until the end I... Continue Reading →

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A Month Of September Prompts In One Day

Thanks once again to Michelle from Putting My Feet In The Dirt for her list of daily prompts for the month of September. Please visit her site for her September list of daily prompts. The Adventures Of Wandering Walt, The Tennessee Poet The day began with A touch of perfect. The beautiful September sunrise brought... Continue Reading →

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Just An Old Fashioned Poet

Haikus, Sedokas Elfjes & Free Verse Rhyming & No Rhyme Tankas & Cinquains Senryus & Sonnets Acrostics & Limericks Shadormas & Rhupunts And of course Avant-Garde Just a few of the forms That poets can choose Seems too complicated for an elder like me Too many rules That are so very rigid So I keep... Continue Reading →

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Tears in the Rain

I am honored to have another of my poems published today in Vita Brevis! Thanks to Brian Geiger, Editor.

Vita Brevis

CaptureSubmitted by Walt Page: The Tennesee Poet

Softly falling rain
Trickles down your face

The bright glow of lightning
Lights a summer night

The soft moans of the wind through the leaves
The sky is shedding tears

Raindrops splashing all around you
Puddles everywhere

The beauty of a summer storm
Surrounds you with renewal

If you look closely you can see
Tears in the rain

The storm passes quickly
The air is sweet

The memories of yesterday
Become the hopes of tomorrow

The sadness will pass
Like tears in the rain


About the Poet

I’m just a romantic old rock & roll drummer, US Air Force veteran, and open heart surgery survivor, living the country life in Tennessee and writing my thoughts on love, life, music, and whatever comes to mind. Owner of two horses and 8 rescue dogs


Painting: Morning on the Seine in the Rain – Claude Monet

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Winterwolf

A beautiful creature This magnificent beast Roaming alone Through the forests Of the night Walking slowly Through the falling snow Stopping to look up Howling at the full moon His howl is loud Pure Like nothing ever heard His snow-covered body Sleek and strong The last of his name Winterwolf Alone But he keeps going... Continue Reading →

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Publishing Poetry is like Arranging a Marriage – Make it a Happy One

Excellent advice from Brian Geiger, Editor of Vita Brevis, submitting poetry, rejection, and choosing the right publications.

Vita Brevis

Captureby Brian Geiger

If you’re here, you may have read this (or something like it, elsewhere):

We appreciate your submission. However, we’ve decided that your work isn’t a good fit for Vita Brevis, and we won’t be publishing it. But don’t be dissuaded–very few of our poets have been published on their first try! Read over some of our work, make sure your submission meets our exact guidelines, and then choose a new batch that you deem relevant. We make these decisions based on theme- and style-based criteria, so don’t take it personally! Thanks so much for your contribution! We hope to hear from you again.

We’re rooting for you,
The Vita Brevis Team

That’s a rejection email. Chances are, your first submission to Vita Brevis earned you one of these. If that’s the case, you’re in a pool of about 75%. Or maybe I only accepted one poem of the five you sent in for…

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FIFTY SHADES OF GREY – (a husband’s point of view) BY PAM AYRES

A great poem by Pam Ayres!

Smell The Coffee

A friend of mine forwarded this poem to me and I thought I’d share…it sure made me laugh!

The missus bought a Paperback,

down Shepton Mallet way,

I had a look inside her bag;

… T’was “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

Well I just left her to it,

And at ten I went to bed.

An hour later she appeared;

The sight filled me with dread…

In her left she held a rope;

And in her right a whip!

She threw them down upon the floor,

And then began to strip.

Well fifty years or so ago;

I might have had a peek;

But Mabel hasn’t weathered well;

She’s eighty four next week!!

Watching Mabel bump and grind;

Could not have been much grimmer.

And things then went from bad to worse;

She toppled off her Zimmer!

She struggled back upon her feet;

A couple minutes later;

She put her teeth…

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