Etiqueta: poetry
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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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Talking to Self by Kushal Poddar
Madness grabs my collar, shakes out my rage, shame, memories, and their wrinkled balls fill out the blank spaces in the housing. Blessed be forgiveness! I remember all my sins. «Oh, shut up!» Screams my next door aged woman. I realise that aloneness too is a memory. I say, «Hi,…
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Roots, Essence, Focus by Paul Tristram
I am ‘grounded’ within myself. Needing no external validation … all slings and arrows fall target-less. The artist does not grOW amongst applause, crowds, parties … but, alone, crouched in darkened, isolated corners… perfecting their craft… ‘diligently’. © Paul Tristram 2026
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Raccoons By Gopal Lahiri
Every day on my way to the river channel, They dance on the drain eating frogs and fish. Their shoulders as if, held the sky balanced, they stand in awe so that the earth’s basis stays. drinking the foul ditch as and when. The happy alleys and houses where they…
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«Bittersweet Memories» by Danna Garbida
«Bittersweet Memories» by Danna Garbida I anxiously touched the last message you sent,Where distant uncovered, and took me breathless.Hands went stoned, eyes got soaked.The pastures blue, drifted away truth unveiled. In the hot weather afternoon, I got lost in time.A bittersweet memories were back in line.Letters I recall in the…
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Shall I Go Gently? By Lynn White
I’ve always been indecisive and I’m still undecided but soon I will have to choose whether to build my ship, and furnish it comfortably and sail with you gently into the dark into oblivion gently or to rage and fight scratch and bite kick and scream so that you have…
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