Arts & Culture
A place for the community to submit poems, drawings and art.
A World
By Ryan Ewing
A world where greed for more than need is valued more than human life
Cut down trees less air to breath that’s a need for human life
A world where we should love while we’re above
Yet hesitate and wait until we’re 6ft beneath a pool of mud
A world where children children’s dreams should matter
Instead they’re shattered the culprit trauma leaves them tattered
A world where we should give our neighbors helping hands
But racial divide fuels loss of lives which is something I’ll never understand
A world of killing and cold so chilling violent for just the thrilling
A world that’s here
A world that’s now
A world I see and wonder how
Why can’t we love and live in peace
A world we help and feed those who are in in need
A world where we can all succeed
Our wildest dreams we could achieve
A world with hearts that would forgive
A world with good deeds without motive
A world with love that’s the world in which I want to live
“Coupling”
An ode to Lou & Catherine Volpe
By Robin M. Reasbeck
Cupid’s arrow hit the spot and
Ominously tied his knot
Upwardly he swung his swing and
Perfectly purposely placed her ring
Lovely fractals split apart
Infinite inks of one true heart
Nurseries of eros pose
Growing like a unique rose
Roses
By Sharon
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Don’t be blue
Because I love you.
I love Robin.
Roses
By Mark
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Robin’s alright
… and I’ll finish the rest later
A Royal Flush
By Maureen Mitchell
When I moved to Garden Park Terrace in the quiet neighborhood of Warwood, WV, my sister convinced me to rescue a kitten from the local animal shelter. That’s how Jem entered my life.
Miss Jem is like the Ace of Hearts. Through the years, she has loved me unconditionally. In fact, when she sits, there are markings on her paws shaped like a heart.
When my parents relocated to the Paramount Assisted Living Home in Washington, PA, they asked me to adopt Ozzie. Oz is the king of our apartment. His black and white fur is plain but regal.
My two cats are like brother and sister, always providing each other company in my absence be it at work or on vacation. When they claw at their climbing post, bat at bubbles, chase their battery-operated butterfly or scout after red laser beams, I am entertained.
My housekeeper, Carol, provides my “fur babies” with fresh food, treats, litter and water. When my mother and father passed and I wound up at Weston’s Sharpes Hospital, Carol donated time and money to their care (even though she teases me now to “send those ratty cats out to pasture.)
Someone once said: “dogs are like bold colors; cats are pastel.” In that case, Jem is a blush and bashful pink whereas Oz is a quiet, sky blue.
My friend Jess enjoys both pets, too. Although Jem is skittish when he visits, the king – who has a foot fetish – rubs against Mr. Krall’s New Balance sneakers.
Together, the five of us make a Royal Flush. That’s a winning hand in any poker game!