Etiqueta: poetry
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alone by Paul Callus & Christina Chin
sowing havoc scared and confused rogue elephants the handler hauled to the ground Paul Callus (Malta) / Christina Chin (Malaysia) —————– meditating a mandala tattoo holds my attention the ink swims in blue veins Paul Callus (Malta) / Christina Chin (Malaysia) —————– a melting smile in the street market dahlia-flower…
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Featuring Lynn White’s Poetry – (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
ALL THAT GLITTER It glitters like gold. But is it gold or base metal being worked on by an alchemist.. undergoing transformation, perhaps with a touch of magic, with an elixir of immortality, an illusion. Or perhaps base oil transformed to sparkly plastic glitter with all too real immortality. Glittering,…
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«Shadow Man» by Lynn White
«Shadow Man» by Lynn White Hello my shadow man.You have been behind meall my life.But now I can turn and face you,as I turn my life round.See your features,see what’s there,know who you are,then put you behind me, maybe.Maybe,as I move on. Or, perhaps you’ll step forwardout of the shadowto greet me,and I’ll…
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Where to? by Bharath Upendra
Over roads of yore, beyond the yonder, I walk; fate’s lines crawling beneath my feet. Which way, you ask, as though I knew. I only sojourn the forsaken lands, Clothed in myths of the living and memories of the dying. Where to, I ask thee, for in a dream, we…
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«TRUTH AND LIES» by Maggie Watson
«TRUTH AND LIES» by Maggie Watson If it is the truth you seek, swallow your lies. Even when coated in sugar, deception burns. Truth leaves no bitterness on the tongue. Unless applied harshly as punishment for your crime. Truth never closes its eyes as it speaks. Beyond shuttered windows, grey…
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«Blossoms» by Etya Vasserman Krichmar
«Blossoms» by Etya Vasserman Krichmar From blossoms comes nectar,from nectar comes honey.From honey comes sweetness,from sweetness comes health. From health comes longevity,from longevity, wisdom.From wisdom comes knowledge,from knowledge comes history. From history comes remembrance,from remembrance comes the answer.From the answer comes enlightenment. But we learn of hate.From hate comes transformation,from transformation…
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«My Mind’s Eye» by Robbie Cheadle
«My Mind’s Eye» by Robbie Cheadle I reflect on my lifethrough my mind’s eyeinspectingseekingI open secret drawersrummaging throughtheir hidden contentsMy childhooda time of happinessinnocenceand laughterMy teenage yearsI gently probepulling out memorieslike old clothesfrom the cupboard of timeI run my eye over themlooking for rentstears and wrinklesChoices that impactedon the elastic…
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A Sister Is … (a metaphorical poem) by Robbie Cheadle
A Sister Is … (a metaphorical poem) by Robbie Cheadle a thief, stealing attention that’s rightfully yours;a port in a storm, when your house of cards falls;a fountain of knowledge, your problems, not hers;a megaphone whose voice, is louder than yours;an expert on everything, you try for the first time;a…
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Featuring the Poetry of Ken Gierke (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
THE LAST DOOR Doctors distant as the citydoes not mean illness will not visitor ignore any door left openby a lifetime taken for granted. Medicine is stopgap,unable to remedy old habitspaused for doctor visits,resumed until the next appointment. The future waits,until it runs its course,takes its final tollonce the last…
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Drips and Dries by Deelan Mathew Gregorio
Drips and Dries by Deelan Mathew Gregorio At every teardrop from my face.A masterpiece is born from pain.At every moment I mourn and graze. The last layers of my embezzled shame. At every teardrop from my cheek.A new chapter in this novel I narrate.A new casting, I endlessly seek. Polish the…
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The French Quarter Moon by Anthony Watkinks
As big as a souvenir silver dollar sold at the trinket shops all up and down Bourbon, Canal and every side street, shining with the portrait of Ms Bankhead, or is it Anne Sullivan, I can never remember, some woman from Alabama, for sure. Now it is disappearing down the…
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Featuring the Poetry of Sam Szanto (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
I CAN SLEEP IN YOUR HEART LINE Becoming a fox with no senseof smell, a shadow wandering, lyingin cemeteries as churches are bolted,resting my head on my world, the morninglight weighing the same as the gravestones,starting, startling, at every sound,praying for ghosts to steal the loneliness,heart cracking at the joke…
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«Opinion» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Opinion» by Karlyn Miraflor A child who yearns to be nurturedDream of dreams they can’t fathom.Afraid of what she’ll become, they try to make her cowerShe shivers alone in clear shallow waters. Words fervor in her midnight thoughts, flawed and bruised.Of a love buried deep hidden in a complex cabin,…
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The Golden Deuce by Anthony Watkins
My uncle, my mama’s baby brother I didn’t even know about until he comes back from ‘nam and rolls up to the curb at our little house in Jackson. I was playing on my bike, musta been seven or eight, and he says, go tell your mama Vernon is here,…
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«A House Built On Lies» by Bianca Alina
«A House Built On Lies» by Bianca Alina Every time I see you desperately trying to save this house built on lies, I feel a wave of sickness wash over me. You are so engulfed in your fantasies of controlling everything and everyone that you didn’t even notice when all its…
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Weeds by Luanne Castle
That June we played basketball next to brown brick St. Mary’s school. When I dribbled, the ball nicked the crazed cracks beaten open by persistence of the weeds and careened into the narrow street. You and Geri laughed at me, you guys performed from the cracks, knew how to take…
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