Etiqueta: poetry
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“From Tsukiko, While Watching the Moon”© 2025 by Michael L. Utley
“From Tsukiko, While Watching the Moon”© 2025 by Michael L. Utley I have waited long enoughamong midnight forestsand somnolent bamboo grovesthe furtive whispersof pensive yureia forlorn supplicationto dissolve furtherinto the rayless worldof lost soulsto seek the sleepof bōkyaku cloistered amongsusurrating reedsI bathe my feetin Sanzu’s nocturnal tearsadorned in fragrantwillow shadowsas…
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DELICATE SOULS by Margaret Watson
Ballerina’s with scars. Delicate souls walk on tiptoes. Too afraid to feel. In case their hearts shatter like glass. Because they know. Love is often as fragile as a gossamer thread. To believe it real or dare to pirouette across its length is too big a risk. And so they…
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«She Is My Silent Prayer» by Friscia Magbanua
«She Is My Silent Prayer» by Friscia Magbanua She is my silent prayer—the one I never dare to say out loud,afraid the sky might answerwith silence. I hold her namelike a fragile candle in the wind,flickering betweenalmost and never. Some nights I let her go—tell myself she was onlya lesson…
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The Antiseptic Cage by Kushal Poddar
I tell him to sit on the wooden bench, mimic a still-life while I seek the doctor who saw him last time. He murmurs, «Nothing heals, remains, except perhaps a few skulls in the wrong places and the emptiness stuck in them.» I shake my head and head toward the…
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Ageless Love by Tony Ashenden
Let us not think of moonless skies of sun dark nights or ticking clocks. Waste not the waking hours with joys remembered evoking memories of flowers green atop with bloom that once did please both hand and eye perfumed and wedded senses on anniversary. Ignore the relentless patter of news…
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«REFLECTIONS» by Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon
«REFLECTIONS» by Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon Pastel skies too slowTo bring the night,And the night, the dawnThe incandescent moon too discreetTo beckon the earthAnd the earth, the windThe endearing love too subtleTo soothe the wounded heart,And the wounded heart, the confused mindAmidst and beyondTreading the vastto nowhere. Author’s Bio Elena…
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Off The Wall by Lynn White
“Ceci n’est pas de la soupe de tomates” Magritte might have said with irony. But even off the wall straight from the can the same may be said! And language spills out with the contents. “Quelle horreur!” say the gourmets in French. But Warhol was as American as Magritte was…
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Variations on a Theme by Edward Ahern
Lighting the Cold The imperious winter sun glares at snowbanks and windshields, exposing every aberration in overloaded brightness and shadow. Warmth and thaw are ignored for the subliming of ice into vapor. Sun burn cohabitates with frost bite. It cuts into this world, indifferent to things surviving or dormant. The…
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A Poetic Collaboration: «The Road»
The Road by Francisco Bravo Cabrera and Gabriela Marie Milton The road bends furtively round the passing years,avoiding those who stubbornly remain,like a mouse caught in a maze… The silent path curls back on itself, Like those who linger lost, within the flames of our Spanish maze. Like a ribbon pulled…
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«The World I Wallow in» by Maritess B. Javelona
«The World I Wallow in» by Maritess B. Javelona I am living in an authentic world of politics.T’is the voice of power is what everyone mimicswhere fame is desired and where money speaks.On top of poverty is a grafter or a corrupt that licks. At home, a child wonders where authority resides-With…
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The Dance of Rome By Valentí Gómez I Oliver
Inspired by the trinity, the one God, the two Goddesses, the spirit duly languishes, beholding Eternal City. Bell towers throughout the springtide, procure an ochrous state of peace, more truthful and more dignified, though the rushes are yet to cease. Paternal law’s…
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A Question of Love by Tony Ashenden
Love births like a star exploding you cannot know its causal state or ever count or name its parts. Time will never erase it nor can it be possessed. If it be not sensed, declared to touch, seen by eye heard by ear or felt in speech it does not…
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«The Sad Man» by Lynn White
«The Sad Man» by Lynn White I take my hat off to him the sad man of the leafy suburbs always smartly dressed dapper old fashioned smart carrying all our problems with all his silent grief on pinstriped shoulders. We all took our hats off to him that sad man,…
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The Encounter by Edward Ahern
Fallen leaves crumple under my bottom, the relative warmth reawakening ticks. Clouds mask hints of moon and stars. I cannot see trees and trail before me. November chill seeps through wool, but warming movements make noise and I abide my shivers and cramps, hands folded atop the Savage rifle. I…
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«The Shameplant’s Confession» by Alexis Araneta
«The Shameplant’s Confession» by Alexis Araneta It is time perhapsTo turn my trembling faceTo the illumination of the sun Oh, how long I have waited to declareLike a sprout emerging from a seedThat you are the sole rose perfumingThe meadows of all my consciousnessJust a smile and my soul is…
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