Etiqueta: poetry
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Midas Touch by Lynn White
The sorcerers and scientists of past times experimented with their powders dissolved them, fired them up in their laboratories. searching for the glows and gleams from base metal, the Midas touch that would create the riches of gold for them. They never found it. Now, the sorcerers and scientists have…
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“Bus Stop” by Michael L. Utley
“Bus Stop” by Michael L. Utley she stood there stoic and still as a river rock cairn at the crossroads bus stop every afternoon alone save for her reluctant shadow that always seemed to pull away from her clawing at the gravel to unpin itself from this dirty-faced girl with…
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Christina Chin (plain) & m. R. Defibaugh (Italic)
frosty morning a clattering of jackdaws on the white trees she comes to church in a leopard print dress winter morning on the snow-covered wall a red robin “now hiring” hanging out front Christina Chin Grokipedia profile: https://grokipedia.com/page/Christina_Chin Internet Archive https://archive.org/details/@christina_chin_haiku_art/uploads YouTube: https://youtube.com/@christinachinhaikuart972?si=HYByM–YvBgUkifK WordPress: https://christinachin99blog.wordpress.com Blogspot: https://haikuzyg.blogspot.com/
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The Blind Stretch of Land by Kushal Poddar
The movements of the clouds and the sudden bursts of the Sun punctuate this minefield morning. I wave to your mother moving her wheelchair down the ramp. Walking is a nostalgia. She often says. Your father went to the war. War came to your mother. You often say. I deliberate…
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Poems About Aging, Death, and Music by Richard LeDue
The Whereabouts of the Soul Brahms composedsome of his best stuffbecause of unrequited love,broken friendships,and large amounts of wine and beer,which just further proves to methat good mental health is for thosewho only spent a past life or thirteenmucking through art (either finallyrejecting a lifetime of rejectionon their deathbedor finding…
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«Stockholm Syndrome» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Stockholm Syndrome» by Karlyn Miraflor Your kind and gentle smile An estuary of parallel universe filled with lies I trip to fall behind. Strangled by your captivating charm False recompense on erroneous demands. I trip to fall behind. Defenseless to the conflict between the heart and mind I keep falling…
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5 Poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
By namein you as in a churchthis night in your tender body this eternitymy lonelessin your haos and crunchof housenow it is only possible to sing the last rites for my deceased heartyou are the emptiness of black incense and the wax of an extinguished melted candlea barely noticeable fluff…
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Sunrise by Tony Ashenden
We are clear of the Malacca Strait two days out from Singapore and heading nor west to show the flag at India’s port Visakha and morning is about to break. My sauna baking bunk killed sleep now I’m cooling my skin on deck standing in the V of…
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The Hungry Hands by Kushal Poddar
The crow and the boy drinking from your garden hose turn together toward you. You shoo them away. Summer leans on the line lawn. Your perfect walls look like the bleached beach where the first of the slaves landed. The murmur still sprinkles all over the grass. From the wet…
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Erasures by Nolcha Fox
Time tries to erase all the traces of you.The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age.The ring when we married slides into the drain.The photos of us have turned brown and decayed. The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age.The hair that you stroked…
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HOLDING HIS NAME by Margaret Watson
It feels softer now, yet its depth never alters. Any cuts sustained from cliff edges no longer matter. The passing of years has never changed the vista. The leaves may have fallen on many autumns, still, I will not let go. And yet, it does feel softer since I loosened…
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“MARKETING” by Peter Lingard
my name on a sandwich baglogo on a coffee cupmake me the focal pointof those who have a hunger logo on a coffee cupright before the thirsty eyesof those who have a hungermake my message crystal clear right before the thirsty eyespitch my goods to starving mindsmake my message crystal…
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«Love» A Chained Haynaku- A Masticadores Philippines Writers’ Collaboration
«Love» A Chained Haynaku Aloneyet rootedheart grows spacious–Khaley Dela Rama- ComfortArms cocooningLove enduring evermore–Alexis Araneta– flowslow releaseinner landscape breathes–Scarlet Rose– Baskingin afterglowof sensual touch–Winnie– stableovercoming obstacleslifetime of us–Karlyn Miraflor– WanderlustFlying highIndulge in daydreams-Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneaux– Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form, and it’s also one of the newest.…
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Sacred Skylights By Gopal Lahiri
I wanted to reach the heaven with my borrowed ladder, soaking in the form of stillness I found the moon too rough; cut at all the edges. Night green with pale blue hurled unnamable things, after a while- I woke up with my land cornered at the pressure points. Missing…
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Spring Planting by Gerry Fabian
It is still too wet. While the urge is strong and the tools sharpened, the sun needs to be stronger. I fight the rule: “plant when the roots don’t require boots.” Winter has been a stern “schoolmarm” this year of our Lord and I’ve grown tired of her stinging smacks…
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5 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
UNFINISHED BUSINESS OF WAR(“You Got to Whup the Champion” – Muhammad Ali)The Civil War pitted a thick-headed South that had no wish to end slavery, against the administrative policies of a Constitutional North. If the South had won, they would have stopped at nothing to sap all of the energy…
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