Wilson F. Engel’s poem: Cowards’ Huddle


Hiding in the forests of the Net

They prey upon the fragile quietest.

I mean bullish bullies and their friends,

Vulnerable themselves yet lethal to their foes.

Their comeuppance cannot come too soon

To knit their loose ends finally

But in the mean time, END TIMES skulk

As red vengeance tears a hole in hardest hearts.

Till they are stilled, no safety and no peace

So chaos bides and wholes remain as parts.

Wilson F. Engel, III, Ph.D., an Ohio poet who has been identified as a Distinguished Poet in the UK and a Best Poet in the USA, has eight books of collected poems to his credit.  Engel has adapted the traditional Shakespearean sonnet form by including Horatian rhetorical elements, and he also invented the “silver print” with its six haiku containing intricately interlaced themes. 

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