Categoría: poetry
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Again and again to happen… Jane Aguiar
Image remains in the heart from birth to birth that is what drives love again and again to move forward Love triggers love binds both threads under the boundless sky again and again to teach them lessons The natural friendly dark night triggers two souls again and again to come…
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«Lies» by Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneux
«Lies» by Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneux Late night texting,What are you doing?Who are you talking?Who is that girl?Her number is not even registered. You said it’s nothing.She’s just your colleague,But why she takes most of your time?Why you have those gifts on your truck?Is it from her? What’s going on?Tell…
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Playthings by Lynn White
It’s the need to possess that baffles me, the need to own objects of no decorative or use value, objects destined to become encumbrances sooner or later, passive playthings out of their time moved on into a time when even the box, it’s wrapping and ribbons fails to excite creativity.…
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«Cradle» by Noel Aquino
«Cradle» by Noel Aquino I wish to return home to nightswhere Christmas carols fill the atmospherewatching my grandmother dearsparkle among yellow, red, and green lights,and the smell of firework smokein this lilac memory,is full of laughter and hope. I wish to sleep among the soundof bottle crown tambourines,clanking, and singing…
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A Dream in a Robins’ Red Breast by Tony Ashenden
It is the smallest thing attended leastI most connect. Suddenly a feather touchalerts my sleeping mind, and there’s a Robinperched upon my rod puffing his red breastseemingly larger than the hovered sun, biggerthan the fish I wait to catch, and somehowmore important than myself. Head cocked sees the maggots in…
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Simpler Ancestors by Lucius Falkland
I think of Darwin in his Down House study Surrounded by smudged sketches of different kinds of finch, Being flown back, in a moment, to simpler ancestors Who slept in kapok trees and bonded by picking fleas From each other’s hazel-haired backs, and squeezing hands, And caressing each other’s naked…
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«As The River Flows» by Lynn White
«As The River Flows» by Lynn White The river flows bybut doesn’t carry me with itas I sit solidly on the bank sidewatching my reflection fragmentingand reforming.It can’t carry away my reflection either,can only move it around,destroy andrecreate itwith a bit of a breaking backdropwhich,on reflectiontells me little about where I…
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Janey’s brother’s by John Yamrus
father’s cousin’s mother was eighteen when she went on the road with young Jack, who looked so good, leaning up against that wall with a pack of smokes and a pen sticking out of his shirt pocket. it didn’t take long for it to all go bad and she was…
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Subtle Mind by Karlyn Grace
Subtle Mind by Karlyn Grace I look at myself in the mirror and ask what’s wrong?Imperfections are only what I can see; a failure in everything.Tears have my back as expected in my most darkest hour.Locked up with guilt and shame of the unknown.Insecurities hover in perfect attendance dancing rituals…
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Soul on Fire by Jane Aguiar
Soul on fire Still have great desire Deeply experiential force Still a worthy source Deeper as the dark night Still a guiding inner light Passes through the dust of daily life Still shines in others life Adores from a far distance Still it is an instance Holds in dreams Still…
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The Beginning of Autumn by Lucius Flakland
Are my leaves beginning to brown? They’re dark green still, but ache to flutter down To a hardening ground, to flowers less awake, A weeping willow over a soon swan-less lake, In which it sees what it is and its central desire, To be engulfed in another, like two sallows…
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«Gentrification» by Alexis Araneta
«Gentrification» by Alexis Araneta They leer at your ivy-covered stucco wallsThe fire of your russet clay roofsAnd click their viper tonguesDeclare it all must be knocked downShutter you for reconstruction The hallways of you resounded with memoryPainted in high-gloss marigold reflectionsAs you tattooed yourself with murals of boldnessOf a spirit…
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Love’s Mark by Tony Ashenden
It’s a mark on the chart and our course before and after deeply etched has made the paper thin. Gently, do not retrace the tracks let yesteryear be witness to itself. That word yesteryear has an ancient ring of markers having lost their names numberless pages of places thumbed and…
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“The Daisy Ring”by Michael L. Utley
“The Daisy Ring” by Michael L. Utley “I found thee in a faerie copse…”“Hmm?” she murmuredHer gaze caught somewhereIn the rainy neon night-worldBeyond the coffee shop windowHer fingers weightlessFeather-likeIn my handEtherealFurnace-hot “I found thee in a faerie copseAlighting on each flower fairAnd as I ‘proached thee in the hopesOf snaring…
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Garfield by John Yamrus
was absolutely, positively, 100 % convinced that the stripper really did like him.
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In Between by Lucius Falkland
It’s as though they’re on a boat in the middle of a canal With tow-paths either side wondering which way to go, On which side do they moor? If they moor it, they somehow Have to tie the boat, with a saturated rope, To that rusty, iron cleat and once…
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