Categoría: poetry
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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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Pumpkins In the Daylight by JoyAnne O’Donnell
The world glows amber this time of year The air crisp as bitten apples a hush between the crows call Pumpkins sit like lanterns in the fields, their orange light not lit by flame but by the gentle pride of growing, rooted, round, and love’s time. I pass them on sidewalks…
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Contrasting Colours, A Metaphorical Poem By Robbie Cheadle
Published in November 2024. Are we celebrating the first anniversary of LatinosUSA! My husband is…. I am… a calm expanse of water, glass smooth and a whirlpool of relentless, swirling motion;clear; a gentle zephyr, mildly puffing through life; a tornado, tearing across fields and dales; a leader with a firm…
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The Bee Box by Gerald Yelle
It was a story about the bee that stung his daughter and he told it from the point of view of a hive in a yard in a small midwestern town. And a small midwestern periodical published it in the same issue as it published the work of a Chinese…
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the best driver I knew by Bogdan Dragos
he was the best driver I knew drove better than some people walked he was so sure of himself behind the wheel you’d think he could pass the damn truck through the eye of a needle And I sat on the passenger seat and just listened to his stories man,…
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“I’ve Come at Last to Anhedonia” by Michael L. Utley
“I’ve Come at Last to Anhedonia” by Michael L. Utley I’ve come at last to Anhedoniathat bleak and melancholy landbeyond the god-forsaken desert sandfar ‘cross the sea of memorieswhere sunlight fades and none has e’er returned the forests filled with stunted thingsthat in the shadows furtive lurkrise forth from mires…
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In the Yawn of the Night by Tony Ashenden
Through the sleep yawning night I drive on a mission of need, the roadside silhouettes of factory and farm broken by a necklace of moving white lights coming toward me. Able, experienced and resisting sleep my capable pilot holds the car steady, continually checking temperature, dials and mirror; …
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Go Ahead and Take a Bite (Double Dog) by Scott Thomas Outlar
and a halo of fire twin crown of the spikenard in duplicate, the reign of blindside terror blunt force object(ion)s loosened by torque of tongue and honed cries are not of the banshees but the drooling lips of monsters churned through utter madness you’ve got your sexy nuclear bombs and…
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«What is a Good Parent?» by Etya Vasserman Krichmar
«What is a Good Parent?» by Etya Vasserman Krichmar A good parent is not flawless, nor untouchable.A good parent is human, but responsible. They love without conditions, as if love were the air their child breathes.They stand as shelter when sour weather brews,And as sunlight when shadows linger for too…
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