Lucid Thoughts
Voices from the heart
johnmalcolm
Hello and Welcome!
My name is John Malcolm Pouch. I write and publish using the name johnmalcolm.
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, view some beautiful photo's and art work, 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, such as the Fun Page where many new links are. 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 good friend and international poet Stephen Long. There is a link to his site on Interesting Links as well as links to some very fine writers and friends. (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!
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........
