Categoría: poetry
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The Gypsy Girl at Lead by Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee
True love of a genuine gypsy girl is magicaland it has the unextinguished firethat has the glow of a midday sunI recall your lovely countenance,your sprightly dance, and joyous songwhen you are goneBe it winter snow or summer heat,we enjoyed our divine togethernesseach moment like the cherry blossom,Iowa Chrysanthemum or…
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«think about it…» by John Yamrus
think about it… what would you doif everything in your life wasperfect. noproblems. nobills. noworries. nothing butperfect. the horroris beyond imagining. don’t let them fool you… god knew what he was doing when he createddeath. Copyright © 2025 John YamrusAll Rights Reserved
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«Joy Comes in the Morning» by Barbara Leonhard, Melissa Lemay, and Nolcha Fox
My car wouldn’t start.I pushed it off a cliff and watchedthe luminous sunrise. Sunrise paid two bird tweets for my junker carand donated it to Butterflies Anonymous. The brilliant sunshine smashed my coffee maker,spilling my joy into puddles. A voice spoke, “Too muchcaffeine will give your tummy butterflies!” I knew…
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Vernal Anomie by Ed Ahern
There is discomfort to spring,a molting of body and spirit.Cold stoicism splinteredinto unpredictable moods.Ablutions in artificial privacyexposed to daylight’s glare.Active time bloated relentlessly,suffocating cozy leisure.Dressing is clothing roulette.There is discomfort to spring.Copyright © 2025 Ed AhernAll Rights Reserved Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and…
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Fear by Sharmini Rogers
I am a sparrow.A pretty ordinary brown sparrow.Every day I flew from tree to tree pecking off the olive groves.Sometimes even people fed me leftovers.Life was good, until the big metal roaring birds flew over,Dropping their big balls of fire.Now there are no more olive groves.There are no more houses…
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«Unfinished Exit» by Claudia Wysocky
I keep thinkingabout the time in high schoolwhen you drewmea map of the city,I still have it somewhere.It was so easyto get lostin a place where all the treeslook the same.And nowevery time I seea missing person’s posterstapled to a pole,all I can think isthat could have been me.Missing,disappeared. But…
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«AI Robot Barbie Sues Disney» by Barbara Leonhard
Minnie Mouse is beset with fantastic screams,& fans, their open jaws of stunned outrage,their eyes, burned by the laser effects so brightthat Sleeping Beauty lies awake all night from the news— AI Robot Barbie, hired away from Mattel to join the royal court & nowfired by Disney amid ongoing investigations…
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The Aftermath by Carol Anne Johnson
Foetal moments in adult livesA thought process to surviveHide in a shell, fragile as skinSpeak not a word, breathe againLive in a world where things are fineStare at reality from behind the lineCross into this world when you have no choiceProtect your mind, project your voiceNothing is safe here but…
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«Grounded» by Ken Tomaro
the generation gap, more like the Grand Canyonand there are peoplewho will never understandhow easy things wereGod has gone digitaleverything is a mess of wires,things to be plugged inrechargedbut we’ve forgotten how toplug ourselves in and our souls are at 3% Copyright © 2025 Ken TomaroAll Rights Reserved
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«The fox cubs are waiting» by Christian Ward
The fox cubs, last seen months ago,are posing in the Van Gogh light at the foot of the garden. The cloudshave done a backstroke in extra quick time to get out of sight. The waxwing,blackbird and brambling are waiting like rehearsing understudieson a neighbouring lawn. Every holly berry is plump…
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The Rose by Ajmira Khatun
The red rose,Behold, my eyes,Radiant, rejuvenating, rekindling,Such is its essence. All at once,Thrips, silent destroyersSuck all nutrientsuntil it fades. Now, this rose,Bereaved, barren, bereft,A shadow of itself,Has lost everything. And this exhausted rose,Suddenly, carried awayBy the haunting wind. Copyright © 2025 Ajmira KhatunAll Rights Reserved Ajmira Khatun, a poet from Birbhum, West Bengal, pursued…
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Sleepless by Myrtle Thomas
somewhere between daydreamsand the shadow of nightor rising as the sun and moonlife comes in shapes and colorsthe rainbows of my thoughtswhere time is terrible to pleasebattling with the pulse of my heart. I can’t say how often I thirstor hunger for the shade of nightfallwhile I mourn in the…
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«The Rain» by Shailja Sharma
There used to be a wallwith a hook that anchoredmy belongings. Some wet memorieshave pickled over the years.It’s raining, and my feet arerunning to the backyard tosave grandmother’s pickle jars.I know it’s too late, but I continue tostand in prickly raindrops. Mywounds are wet, and I am shivering.I am crying…
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«In a Pickle» by Carl Bettis
In the dream my therapist, with my permission,pours me a vodka tonicspiked with a roofie and hypnotizes me.When I come back to myself,my friends are there,but the therapist is gone.What did I say? They heard it,but won’t tell, but are concerned.They want to take me to get a reuben,because I…
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Exile by Bartholomew Barker
The sun is just the brightest starand ice freezes hard as prison stonein distant orbits out past Neptune—that’s where I’ll go in exile. I wrote letters to bored politicians,marched in protests holding pithy signs.I consumed less, preaching to the choirbut failed to convince the congregation. So banish me to some distant rockwithout…
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