Categoría: poetry
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THE SACRED PLACES by Ray Whitaker
They are a forever altarand visiting them, we are alteredas the voices of those groundsspeak louder than any rock band like The Who. It is the stories of our existenceof those that preceded us, and matteredranging far beyond any one culturea sanctified parcel strong enough to holdall our feet togetherwith…
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Drowned Time by Mykyta Ryzhykh
We slept with you in the crack of a cut handWe floated alone in the hole of a bloated memory The wind was silently growing strongerThe wound reached the flood waters You sneaked up on me like it was the first timeYou took out the buckshot from your exhalation and…
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«Sprezzatura» by Pete Mladinic
Nonchalance, like Jeter robbing a hitfrom Suzuki at short in Seattle,an away-game, making it look easy;like an Ester Willams water balletin an early 40s flick, bodies like flowers,three rehearsals for one shot. I thought it was ease under pressure.What you don’t have,not you, dear reader, necessarily,but a you who goes…
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Untitled by Mehran Hashemi
the bird and my heartfeel each otheras they long for freedomone from the cageand the otherfrom the ribcage Copyright © 2025 Mehran HashemiAll Rights Reserved
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Forest for the Trees (a Return) by Laura Bennett
Image by Kevin from The Beginning at Last Returning to the forest After a long while Rustling breeze of trees Always make me smile The first time I came Among season of Spring With deep green leaves And blue birds that sing Now darker upon Autumn The air is mysterious …
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A TAP LEFT RUNNING by Gregg Norman
Feeling farmerish in a flat deck FordBut there is a novel on the seatAbout the way dogs thinkI wouldn’t show it to my neighborLest he think me a transplanted fool Sign at the well says if you drink thisWe won’t be responsibleBut town water is yellow with treatmentsThis community well waterIs…
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THE DOOR by Carl Scharwath
{A story poem} In the quiet of twilight, where the edges of dreams blur with reality, an old man stands before a door. It is not just any door; it is the door. Weathered wood, splintered by time, and hinges rusted with a forgotten life. The door stands as a sentinel…
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«VACANT ROOMS» by Strider Marcus Jones
take my thoughts with you,as I cast them into the ocean,and let the seagulls drown my words,from cliffs where clouds sweep low. wild, wind-swept spray, spitsat time turned rocks,and stands them impotent too-on sands that shift: like truths, turned false and cut loose,like flesh, that fades on a bone-bleached sky;it…
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«Acorn» by Julie A. Dickson
I thought I recognizeda gnarled oak upon this pathmy eyes search the tree line –perhaps I am mistaken Acorns at my feet rollamong roots and brushI hear a far-off crylone red-tailed hawkgliding lazily abovereminding me of somethingjust beyond the edge of thoughtoutcropping of rock aheadstands as sentry to beyond I…
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Seguidilla of the Sky by Valentí Gomez i Oliver / Photograph by Marga Clark
Hun-ab-kú, the firts God Of de Mayan world. Itzanmá, Godo f Sky. Rhirteen heaven exist; Hells, only nine, Where the lords of the night Slumber for all of time
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Ç’est la Guerre by Walter Bargen
It was not his intention,to sit quietly, hands together restingin his lap, holding each other in orderto comfort and assure, as if they no longerwere headed in different directions,as if to convince him of the wholeness of his sitting. Eyes closed wanting only to be a listener,reduced to pure vibration,…
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Just Because by Ali Grimshaw
I teach themabout the magic eraser of fresh startsfar more valuable than double-digit multiplicationor how to identify an adverb. I teach themto listen for their own questionsones that lift and spring forth aliveness.The ones that come from within. I teach themin the hot and cold timesheartbreak tsunami, within or without walls.They are…
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«Making Soup in Spain» by Donna Pucciani
An American visiting Madrid, my husbandplans to make chicken soup for the grandkids.At the supermercado, he requests the chicken,then finds the carrots. Celery proves elusive. After two more shops,a vain search for pale, tough stalks yieldsa handful of dark greens resembling parsley,wrapped in plastic. It will do. In the kitchen,…
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«Estranged» by Chyrel J. Jackson
The heaviest footfalls my heartwould ever know came fromfamily members lined up inanger at my parents’ front door.The loud crescendo of rushingmendacious feet.Such a dreadful, pitifully sadday. Where life becomes frozen in time. No strength to say what needs to be said. Out of respect for the newlydead. Stifling gasping…
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The Other Side by Laura Bennett
Image by Kevin from The Beginning at Last The time has come, I did my best Upon my final day of rest To live this life just one more time An older soul in body and mind Served my purpose, conscience clear Hearing the whisper of spirits near Calming peace…
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Love’s Credo by Tony Ashenden
Fuse emotion and thoughts in one, their hidden sounds are symphony, where words and moves unwedded coil in past and future memory.Stand and shout and jump for joy, the white moon waxing sets the tide moves our mind and seeds our life: the joyous soul we cannot hide.Tomorrow comes tomorrow goes.Time cannot erase or change the union…
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