Etiqueta: poetry
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“in the morning,” by John Yamrus
in the morning, hecouldn’t decide ifhe wanted tolisten to Sonny Rollins, or Big Mama Thornton. heliked them both, butit felta whole lot better (at the time) doing nothing… justwalkinginto the kitchento make some hard-boiled eggs.
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“Moving: Simply because they can” by Snigdha Agrawal
I asked Mafor a TV of my own,to watchWimbledon reruns,Netflix movies for teens.anything…just anythingto prevent from joiningcommunal watchingin the living roomwith familysimply coz.our tastes collide too often but I saw her face stiffenbefore she even spokethat look which saidabsolutely notand I could almost readher thoughts in cursive handwritingAn enabling act.One…
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Ever Young at 48 by Tony Ashenden
Six times a sacred number plus eight years of the fourth decade. Is this now a watershed to look back To say what’s done, undone, missed or forgot? You know that the mirror always agrees And you never ask – it always tells And what will it say now you…
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Renga By: Christina Chin (Malaysia) / Uchechukwu Onyedikam (Nigeria)
two ponds reflecting passing crows in the exact same sky . same angle light bounces off
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«Sand In My Eyes» (poetry by Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
SAND IN MY EYES A house by the sea, an Andalusian pony on wet sand, my mother splashing warm water. The border collie panting a smile. High on the cliff, a ledge cut from rock where the horizon held still. Later, the Pyrenees— a dark scrub of boar and oak,…
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4 Short Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
Old School Decades before AI,My parents providedA full set of a1956 encyclopediaRight at homeLaunching this scheme:Choose a topicLocate the volumePull it outOpen it upRead what it saysIncluding referencesWrite out what you needReplace the volume to correct positionRepeat as necessary ~~ FRENCH BALLET Toilet not too far awayChicken nuggetsA bucket a…
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Behind the dreamy rainbow. The revived in homeland dream By Paweł Markiewicz
I had more than a dream. I have seen on heaven the dazzling rainbow, Maybe the last in this last-summer-season. Through this mature marvel came dreameries, In other seven colors with wings – seven ways of light-sparkles. The colorful dreams would end behind the rainbow, Wait for me, the eternal…
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“Milk” by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Milk of a killed polar bearYou drink it but I don’t know youI will never take you home with meI’m not even sure where you live in your northMeanwhile my house is sinking deeper into a cement cemetery(No one can build a foundation for themselves from roses nails) Red triangles…
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Triggered by April
Triggered by April You think you are okay and tell yourself that you can get through it alone, you don’t need to burden others You got this and there’s nothing the can stop you, you don’t need help You’re in therapy and know all the techniques to get yourself through them, you…
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“like a bible,” by John Yamrus
like a bible, hekepta copy ofTruman Capote’sIN COLD BLOODon the table next to the bed. hehadn’tread it in years. thatstory ofthe senseless murderof 4 people on a hot Kansas night. onnightswhen hethought of it,he’d touch the coverwith his fingers, and he’d think.
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Ricochet Tears by Karlyn Grace
Ricochet Tears by Karlyn Grace I kept going back, wondering if the past is worth the present fight.The agony was a lesson to see in every angst.Treading water in places to breath me in back to life.Is it still love if I’m tirelessly dead inside? Misery brought us together to…
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“Window Seat Musings” by Snigdha Agrawal
shut out from the world,my life fits in neatlyinto the dimensions of this roomMa had it painted recently.one entire wall, floor to ceilingthe guy from Asian Paintssuggested a tropical forest:birds frozen mid-flight,petals strewn by an imaginary wind,bamboo trees, bowingas though offering respectsto Mother Earth morning, noon, night,those painted wings keep…
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«SOMEBODY» (poetry by Bodo Vespaciano/OCS Valencia)
SOMEBODY We learned hardnessbefore we learned to be held.Carried our hearts like contrabandunder work shirts,pressed against the bullet.At night, the city lit its yellow rows of glass,silent and accusatory.A woman scrubs copper rustfrom a child’s knuckles.A man sleeps on his stomachto anchor the empty mattress.Forget love as an answer—it is…
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“I Can’t Stand Losing in Life” by H.L. Dowless
I go far and wide on wild journeys,All the way to the ends of the earth,In search of the glory and wealth I’ve been yearningFor,Ever since the day of my birth. Every time I venture out,Six months later, I drift back in.Mumzie,I have to find my predestined clout,I don’t know…
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Meet Me Under the Urgent Shallows by Scott Outlar
sense of balance slowly restored while dealing with heartache . mind babbling, lungs in persuasion of hiccup . battle lines drawn then kicked over with sand . it’s silly to fight for one iota longer . we’re lost in lethargy given over to techno gadgets and googly eyes . when…
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A behooving by Gerald Yelle
They said it was a one-sided argument. They didn’t want to hear about it anymore. They said they had to get a new memory card. Cause we’re living on a saturated landmass and it isn’t only water. It was cold and it made me dizzy. I thought it was about…
