Poetry Afternoon

Chatroom Posting                  I once was a poet                   Now  I  dabble           At cursing the faults             In my worldly relations.                I search the internet     To make my unknown self           Known, unknowingly                           Touched or untouched.                        >

 Pilate's Truth Question                              Like a lost soul in Purgatory                             Am I worthy of  redemption                                  Forgotten in animated limbo                  Dangling in unreality?                   Like truth to Pontius Pilate        Decisions without insight                        Hope without guilt                      Life hung in the balance!