Go, stalk the red deer o’er the heather,
Ride, follow the fox if you can!
But, for pleasure and profit together,
Allow me the hunting of Man,
The chase of the Human, the search for the Soul
To its ruin, the hunting of Man.
by RUDYARD KIPLING (1865-1936)
Public Domain Poetry
A man said to the universe,
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
by STEPHEN CRANE (1871-1900)
Public Domain Poetry
Three secrets that never were said:
The stir of the sap in the spring,
The desire of a man to a maid,
The urge of a poet to sing.
by BLISS CARMAN (WILLIAM) (1861-1929)
Public Domain Poetry
how could one man
fill so much glorious space
with anything of consequence
i’m just a man
much rather be someone else
and somewhere i do not belong
than here like this
feeling my feet itching again
maybe someday this pain will be useful
maybe someday i’ll wish there was more
when i close my eyes for the last time
on the inhumanity of man
i live in a world of ghosts made of string
where capricious gods are the puppeteers
and i’ll hang myself from this vile paradigm
before it stiffs the ghost in me
i don’t need no special favour
just need to be anywhere but me
don’t need no whistling saviour
to save me from being a man
there’s no scribble to my quaver
just need to be anyone but here
don’t need no whistling saviour
i’m just one man
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
His bolo tie lassoed her in.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 