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johnmalcolm

Hello and Welcome! My name is John Malcolm Pouch. I write and publish using the name johnmalcolm and this site is but one of four that I maintain. There are links to my other sites on the Link Page. (Click on menu at left.) I reside in Detroit, Michigan, birth place of the Motown Sound and home of many fine artists and wordsmiths. I was born in Winchester, Ky. and was raised from age three in beautiful West Virginia. I moved to Detroit when I was sixteen and have resided here since. Please enjoy your stay....... Read some poems, review my new books, visit with my guests, check out the cool links to other sites and Authors, leave a comment in the guestbook, read a story or just browse. The menu on left will take you to some interesting content. You may want to submit some of your original writings to be published on the Monthly Guest Page. Perhaps you may say hello to my fellow poets and writers. Their websites and e-mail addresses are all here. (There were pages devoted to West Virginia, with snapshots, and a photo travel album that were taken down..I have since heard from many of you that you would like it restored. If that is the case with you, send me an e-mail and tell me you want to see it as part of this site once more and if I get enough interest, I will put it back up.) Where ever you visit and what ever your opinion,I welcome your comments and suggestions. Nothing to say? Then just say hello! Most importantly, have a good time Thanks for dropping by!

Contact

             

     

 johnpouch@sbcglobal.net

 

Garden Party

 

 

Purple librations, sweet

nectarous ceremony in Shangri-La.

Wisdom of vine ingested, flowing

over deceitful tongue, silencing

threnody for a moment, in vain.

 

A toast!  Glasses kiss one another

with clink of verve, touch lips

in syllabus style,

throat receives truth while

therapeutic bathing washes

away the day.

 

Like sheep smartly shorn,

old expectations appear

bare, dreams irreverent.

Only the here and now

causes shutter.

 

New vermilion replaces

old purples as we

think of tomorrow,

reluctant to say good-bye

to the present, knowing

full well it arrives on time,

whilst drops linger upon

insatiable lips,

memory is resurrected from

empty bottles strewn

across the evening.

 

 

All writings on this site is the copyright of John Pouch or of specified Author and may not be reproduced without the consent of said Author. For reprints, promotional insertion into magazine, newpaper, a web site, etc. contact John Pouch at e-mail link found on this site.  Thank you........