Categoría: poetry
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When Another Poet Says Something Cool, Just Dig It by Scott Thomas Oulart
diamond-studded language – a tongue, a pen, a stroke, a strand of silver silken thread one intonation bubbling from the mouth, the thought, the voice, the prism of crystalline inspiration sends shockwaves, shivers, ripples of spasming connection through mental tissues like w/a rose, a butterfly,…
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Father Christmas by Lynn White
I was so excited. It was nearly Christmas and I was going to meet Father Christmas himself. I was so excited, wearing my best coat and bonnet, hopping from one foot to the other in the long queue of children waiting with their mums to be allowed into Santa’s Grotto.…
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Walking Through the Forest at Night By Gopal Lahiri
Opening and closing my hands in tandem I carry the silence in this forest path. Night comes like the player’s spiked shoes and enable me to unclutter myself. The moon meanwhile watches with her pale weedy eyes with rare possibles. Where should I go? I don’t have any city to…
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«A Rainy Day» by Rowena Liwanag Suarez
«A Rainy Day» by Rowena Liwanag Suarez The rain,holds so much hope for kindred sentimental soulsbut for a desolate soul like meit rekindles an unhealed deep wound The rain,a constant remembranceof copious tears shedwhile holding on to castles in the air The rain,a mocking presenceas it howls the past and conjures an…
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Production Of Proteins by R. Gerry Fabian
I have this recurring dream. Sun rays jump through my window and dance around my bed. They are not the blinding lights through morning shade slits but rhythmic splashes both perky and pesky. They hum happy hymns which envelop me in a saffron scented spray that I slowly breathe in…
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«A Gentle Reminder» by Precious Magdaleno
«A Gentle Reminder» by Precious Magdaleno I am painting you,like a rose smiling beneath the sun,secretly hiding the pain it has endured,yet, still bloomed beneath the shades of blue, «I hope, I love, though tired I be,a fragile heart inside of me,»a little secret carried on a sigh. Oh, dear…
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Cemetery Walk in Winter by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Lorn marble angels greet their unannouncedGuests, stone cold palms displaying dignityAnd menace, indicating crypts ahead. Winds bite our cheeks as snow keeps buryingOur tracks as if the living don’t exist. When alabaster figures seem to move,We suck in icy January air. That sky’s so white it could wrap up bodies.…
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Childhood Joy.
By Christina Chin (plain) & Jerome Berglund (italic) red bean jelly a cool amber dish setting arrival of frost children darting through the fountain smell of wet grass a flock of sheep scrumping apples fridge door opens a kingdom of glistening chocolate wraps behind a pay wall
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Something Beautiful and Meaningful: Willie Torres (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
From LEGENDS TO THE LIVING WORD I’ve always loved the adventures bold,Of Vikings, Pirates, tales of old.Medieval Knights, Celtic lands,Stories told by skilled hands. I remember the faire, the sights, the sounds,The costumes, the jousts, the magic that surrounds.The acting, the tales, the journeys afar,Chasing treasures beneath the stars. But…
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«Haunting» by Lynn White
«Haunting» by Lynn White Everything feels newfreshrefreshedlike a meadowbloomingafter gentle rain.I tell myselfthat’s how I feelrefreshed by gentle rainnot battered by a storm.Sometimes I almost believe it,believe that I’ve left the past behind,our past with its sunshine and shadows.I try to see the sunbut it’s so bright I have to close my…
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Sphinx-like on Shingle by Margaret Kiernan
On the almost black slopes of bleak Guthrie Mines, the tawny coloured German Shephard sits on the shingle like a sphinx, he keeps one eye on the horizon and watches the cabin for the return of his master. Jake is not in; he went to town yesterday, and before he…
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«Poetry» by Miriam Costa
«Poetry» by Miriam Costa I begin to let my piled-up ideas fall into me… once again, this contradictory set of words I have, which I wrote on a napkin the other day. I practice simply letting go of the harmony steps and now I am writing about pain and its…
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Midnight Tusks by Scott Thomas Outlar
Discipline like a disciple Honed and focused on truth and love And sins be damned then also forgiven A care-free spirit wed and rooted to earth The heron has landed owl hanging from beak Devoured the higher wisdom and cut both wings to join the game A gentle wind, eternal…
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Run Aground by Paul Tristram
Her Thoughts are Smoke … slipping in fingers through the Trees… of her (Troubled) Mind. Love is a ‘phantom limb’ … itching at the stump of where it was removed. ‘What will he think of the Stretch Marks on my (Battered) Soul?’ The 5 Of Cups card … appearing… in…
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NEIGHBORS by Jeffrey Zable
The house in which Martin shot himself three months ago is seemingly vacant, but what I’m wondering is what happened to his wife, Jean— whether she went to live with one of her sons, or whether she’s now in a care facility. I recall the last time I saw them…
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«Facade» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Facade» by Karlyn Miraflor Pensive voices rebel loud and clear.Shrieking we deserve better than ambiguous sunsets, revolt.Wallowed in the surmise of greed they constantly denyCrime washed away by Pontius Pilate in sly.Pointing black to a fallen congregation Stealing dreams of future generations.They hide in cowardice diminishing the allegations.Those who chose…
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