Allen Smuckler : Writing

lonely souls

lonely souls

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


We don’t know the lonely souls we don’t know them at all they sit behind cascading falls detached b..
Missing Heart (villanelle)

Missing Heart (villanelle)

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


Dreams of embraces are miles apart. We shared our youth on that momentous day, I promise my love, ..
Nine (a sonnet)

Nine (a sonnet)

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


I slept in morning’s mist by temperance way should gators tread across the turtle’s path torrents of..
Steppenwolf

Steppenwolf

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


He thought of all the heat that came from the rear tires as he sped away in his Pontiac Tempest. M..
Waves of Endearment

Waves of Endearment

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


A time for reflection….
Truth be Told

Truth be Told

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


short and sweet...sometimes one thought is enough. What's better than family?
for them ... for us

for them ... for us

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


The aura emulates from the beautiful children as they look and discover the unionized world we created..
Missing Heart

Missing Heart

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


This is my first attempt in this style (villanelle), thanks to Mark... I hope it works...
plasty is nasty

plasty is nasty

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


Been away a few days...this is why. It's all about seeing the light, folks.
time ... endless time

time ... endless time

A Poem by Allen Smuckler


My last whack at e.e....we're on a first name basis now...I actually made it easier to decipher, otherwise you might stop reading it & whatwouldBthe.i..

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