Categoría: poetry
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A Sister Is … (a metaphorical poem) by Robbie Cheadle
A Sister Is … (a metaphorical poem) by Robbie Cheadle a thief, stealing attention that’s rightfully yours;a port in a storm, when your house of cards falls;a fountain of knowledge, your problems, not hers;a megaphone whose voice, is louder than yours;an expert on everything, you try for the first time;a…
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«TRUTH AND LIES» by Maggie Watson
«TRUTH AND LIES» by Maggie Watson If it is the truth you seek, swallow your lies. Even when coated in sugar, deception burns. Truth leaves no bitterness on the tongue. Unless applied harshly as punishment for your crime. Truth never closes its eyes as it speaks. Beyond shuttered windows, grey…
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Featuring the Poetry of Ken Gierke (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
THE LAST DOOR Doctors distant as the citydoes not mean illness will not visitor ignore any door left openby a lifetime taken for granted. Medicine is stopgap,unable to remedy old habitspaused for doctor visits,resumed until the next appointment. The future waits,until it runs its course,takes its final tollonce the last…
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Drips and Dries by Deelan Mathew Gregorio
Drips and Dries by Deelan Mathew Gregorio At every teardrop from my face.A masterpiece is born from pain.At every moment I mourn and graze. The last layers of my embezzled shame. At every teardrop from my cheek.A new chapter in this novel I narrate.A new casting, I endlessly seek. Polish the…
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The French Quarter Moon by Anthony Watkinks
As big as a souvenir silver dollar sold at the trinket shops all up and down Bourbon, Canal and every side street, shining with the portrait of Ms Bankhead, or is it Anne Sullivan, I can never remember, some woman from Alabama, for sure. Now it is disappearing down the…
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Featuring the Poetry of Sam Szanto (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
I CAN SLEEP IN YOUR HEART LINE Becoming a fox with no senseof smell, a shadow wandering, lyingin cemeteries as churches are bolted,resting my head on my world, the morninglight weighing the same as the gravestones,starting, startling, at every sound,praying for ghosts to steal the loneliness,heart cracking at the joke…
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«Opinion» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Opinion» by Karlyn Miraflor A child who yearns to be nurturedDream of dreams they can’t fathom.Afraid of what she’ll become, they try to make her cowerShe shivers alone in clear shallow waters. Words fervor in her midnight thoughts, flawed and bruised.Of a love buried deep hidden in a complex cabin,…
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The Golden Deuce by Anthony Watkins
My uncle, my mama’s baby brother I didn’t even know about until he comes back from ‘nam and rolls up to the curb at our little house in Jackson. I was playing on my bike, musta been seven or eight, and he says, go tell your mama Vernon is here,…
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«A House Built On Lies» by Bianca Alina
«A House Built On Lies» by Bianca Alina Every time I see you desperately trying to save this house built on lies, I feel a wave of sickness wash over me. You are so engulfed in your fantasies of controlling everything and everyone that you didn’t even notice when all its…
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Weeds by Luanne Castle
That June we played basketball next to brown brick St. Mary’s school. When I dribbled, the ball nicked the crazed cracks beaten open by persistence of the weeds and careened into the narrow street. You and Geri laughed at me, you guys performed from the cracks, knew how to take…
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Thinking while Shuffling by Tina Hudak
This morning, just as light is breaking I awake with a slight cough, wondering if I have five years left to live. Bits and pieces of me are failing each year. Nothing dire, mind you, but we both know this all adds up in the end. Not well, either. By…
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«Words Already Written» by Kritika Tanvi
Words Already Written The wisdom I met Past has it all in its hands Many have gained the same and gone Only the words written are left behind Confirming the unconfirmed Yet the unconfirmed is a side And like the cycle is the life Both to become one Comprehended and…
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Featuring a Beautiful Poem by Dawn Pisturino (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
A TRIBUTE TO MEDLIN/WHILHELMINA Dutch settlers called you Wilhelmina,Though your skin shone like bronze in the sunlight,And you wore your feathers with pride.A sister in the Montauk tribe of Long Island,Your people named you Medlin,Foreseeing a bright future.An Englishman from Kent caught your eyeAs he interpreted the new language for…
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«DECEIT» by Maggie Watson
«DECEIT» by Maggie Watson Little birdies tell stories that travelas vultures gorge themselves on the lies that unravel. Elephants have good memories, which isa great asset when you truncate lines with duplicity. Fabrication of the truth with stitching threads of deceitalways finds a place to hide within life’s rich tapestry.…
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«Still Broken Hearted» by Lynn White
«Still Broken Hearted» by Lynn White Something new will come from itI’m sure.I think I’ve found the keyat last.I tried so hard to hold ittogetherto keep it from breakingeven though the signs were all so ominousin the end there was nothingI could dothe lock had jammedthe darkness filled youto overflowingand split…
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lemon By Katya Mills
maybe seven years old whenever i got something super important to say i shout it out they all stop talking at once stare at me bewildered like i’m some wire disconnected the youngest i must get creative pushing wedges into my mouth until my face stretches out from the sour…
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