The Poetic Word

BY GLORIA O’KOYEE Dear Postal Office, I hope things would run smooth quickly, So, things can pick up.   Mixed

BY GLORIA O’KOYEE Civilization has changed. Morals and teachings became disfigured. Once internet was within reach Beyond the wealthy, Crumbs

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Was there a place in the back of the mind, Where there was gratitude for existence. Co-existing

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Elections. Sugarcoated bitters are gifted to earn Humans, Whoever listens. Playing either sides, The crowd speaks!  

BY GLORIA O’KOYEE Listen up! Gather around!! There is ‘No movement’ Again they say.   After all the hassle Time

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Time together has come to an end. When the clock strikes it’s time, Discussions must wrap up