Etiqueta: poetry
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«We Will Not Be Silenced» by Lynn White
We found a gap in the wire.Someone had made it,that gaping hole in the wire,hoping to climb through,hoping to head towards the light,to leave the darkness behind,to escape the madness here,hoping,hoping.But the light became too bright.And now it’s blinding us.We can see less than in the darkness.Our mouths open, aghastwith…
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“The Delicious Essence of You” by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
(While listening to Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet Suite No.2) An undisturbed thought forms itself like arms that entwine around you.Vibrating, with speeds unimaginable,thoughts born within us cascade through a highway of fleshto embrace you.We float on clouds towards the essence of you… An unstoppable energy forms rhythms and heartbeatsreverberating from an empty…
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“How I See” by Robbie Cheadle
How I seeAnd how you seeWill differHow much we differWill dependOn how you viewWhat we both seeVersus how I viewWhat we both seeThat same sceneCould be interpretedBy youIn a most literalAnd straight forward wayYou could take the pathWell-worn by the majorityAnd embrace itAs your ownI, on the other hand,May choose…
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Untitled by Mykyta Ryzhykh
When will the seagull speak?I don’t know and the wind is silent The cloud is burning in the sunset fireMe and the sun are going into the water together to drown Copyright © 2025 Mykyta RyzhykhAll Rights Reserved *** Winner of the international competition Art Against Drugs and Ukrainian contests…
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«ANNA POURING THE TEA» by John Grey
Though your musings have becomeas heavy as rocks,and the years have grown denseinside of you,and blood no longer fills your arteries eagerlybut oozes like marsh waters,and your nerves respond to stimulias infrequently as buses show up at the stopto take you to your doctors,it’s still you laying out the teacups,cream…
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“Flyover state of mind” by Zak Wardell
1. An exodus splits the ocean of corn,ninety minutes from Kirksville,country miles rolling under the wheels. Each turn of locomotion cuts thick summer air, twilight putting to rest lazy daydreams Imagination, the cheapest way to travel, pulls fuelfrom wells of dinosaurs. Bring the mindunearth the body. 2. Recent news of Baxterfalling to his death while climbing cliffsat Yosemite grips me. My…
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“He is Home” by Dr Santosh Bakaya
«The war is over!” Shrieks, yells and bellows of joy. Oh boy! A ten-year-old dashes down the stairs, in helter-skelter haste, taking two steps at a time. Two overexcited ones scream from the second-story window! Is he really back? Or, is it a dream? A man, probably the father, peeps from the window.Pipe in hand, eyes popping out…
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«MY NEIGHBOR’S CAR WOULDN’T START AND I WAS GLAD» by Dan Flore III
he was so retro coolcoming out of our buildinglooking like an Atariplaying with his joystick as he yelled to hiscomic con cronies”Let’s get the fuck outta here!”like his plans couldn’tbe stopped but he learnedhe wasn’t in chargeof the universe when his littleBatmobile Hyundaiwouldn’t turn over Copyright © 2024 Dan Flore…
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«You’re the Cream in My Cadaver» by Barbara Leonhard, Melissa Lemay, and Nolcha Fox
Sweet love poems make megaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagand give me cavities. I dedicate my root canals to you,Oh, Sweet Love! And my dental caps! Tired of romanceI read gritty crime novelsabout killing dentists. I can kill my dentistby not paying the bill. Why support a guy who wants todrill baby drill? He goes…
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“Letters to Santa” by Cindy Georgakas
Captured moments,snapshots of life,wrapped up in brown paper and silk ribbon,sitting by the Christmas tree. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, sleep is overrated, for a chance that St Nick might find you under the mistletoe. Letters to Santaafter all these years wonderingif he ever got the memo.I can’t wait! Remnants of cookie crumbs, half-drunk…
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“Sleepless” by Myrtle Thomas
somewhere between daydreamsand the shadow of nightor rising as the sun and moonlife comes in shapes and colorsthe rainbows of my thoughtswhere time is terrible to pleasebattling with the pulse of my heart.I can’t say how often I thirstor hunger for the shade of nightfallwhile I mourn in the sunriseO’…
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«Table of Strangers» by Julie A. Dickson
Unfamiliar table set starkly in white,over time I admit I forgot your face,obscure memory, rather vague.Perhaps I can recallor merely evadethe whole business.I don’t rememberwhat we celebrated back then,a crowd of voices, talking out of turn;sometimes I yearn for the pastwhen times were morepredictable and the piesI smelled baking —…
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«Bull» by Wayne F. Burke
it was the first day of the Festival of Pamplonaand I was running like a motherdown a narrow cobblestone streetand heard a screamand looked backat one of the bullswhich had speared a big guywho went up in the airlike a rag dolland I ran in front of a fat guy,…
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“Tasteless” by Kushal Poddar
I devour the memories of viandsand lade my belly withthe food I cook. Four years sincethe pandemic numbed my tastebuds. “Smell is yet to return.»Says my aunt. I fill her plate with a second helping,hope she cannot guess my failure,but burnt hearts are hard to hide.She turns her head to the…
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“Vagabond” by Peter Mladinic
The fallen world isstars andtransgressions.A vagabond hops a boxcaroutside Scotland, Nebraska.To fight is not his future.In another life he grows roses.An autumn morningsilhouette in the sun,close to earth. Copyright © 2024 Peter MladinicAll Rights Reserved***Peter Mladinic was born and raised in New Jersey. He graduated from the University of Minnesota in…
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«Tybee Island» by Aruna Gurumurthy
December morning rainjounces on the window pane.Blankets crumple, eyelids flutter to the mystery of dawn. My sweetheart sizzles an omelet in a skillet,drizzles cheese and chives,a glass of orange juice bright and shining, as though I am about to drink the sun. On our bikes, we waft throughthe beauty of…
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