We've been there on World Wars, it's time for World Party I.

When we can build something like the Hubble telescope and fathom images of this vast cosmos of which we are a part, it really gives pause to wonder what and who we are within a larger framework than linear adventures at the shopping mall and taxes.

The category "Women Poets" is bizarre and irrelevant. It's a subcategory of Poets, but there is not a "Men Poets" category.

Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.

Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.

People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.