Etiqueta: poetry
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“Sangfroid: A Tribute to Marlene Dietrich” by John RC Potter
Over the years I have seen this wordwritten here and there, lying in wait;waiting for me: Sangfroid.I thought it was a German word, and imagined Marlene Dietrich, astride a chair, eyes veiled;alluring, exotic, perhaps dangerous.The epitome of my imagined meaning of that tantalizing word. Then, I remembered an evocative scene…
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«Regrets» by Lynn White
«Regrets» by Lynn White Regrets are best forgotten,laid to rest in peace or in restless confusion.Dump them with the other debris,the detritus of the pastno longer needed.They will be taken away in time, disposed ofin the future,by the future.Displaced by more things to regretand forget.And by more things to keepand remember. First published…
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Frontline by Gopal Lahiri
The thick-walled trench’s cave-darkness lies beyond wars of every kind. Rest here, out of the blaze—the thick air’s stirred by the thousand breaths This is the truth, not the stretched non-immortal breaths burn like daylight when sun pierces abandoned infant hands. The stinking bodies and half-living are strewn like matchsticks…
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Chitchat by Channie Greenberg
Most inconsequential conversations resolve smidgins, only entertain. Sure, we could associate by gabbing with strangers. Withal, slapdash Talk’s a poor alternative to true human connections. To build authentic relationships, not links involving simps, besides Utopists, we oughtn’t cavil when partners’ values differ from ours; Prevaricating folks remain unreliable. Gentle, pleasing,…
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Between Then and Now by Nolcha Fox
I see it every night in dreams,a bridge that vanishes in fog.The railroad ties are rotted through.The steel tracks are twisted bya mighty force I do not know. I cannot travel to the pastand bring back people I have lost.The here and now on which I standis poison ivy, weeds,…
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Midas Touch by Lynn White
The sorcerers and scientists of past times experimented with their powders dissolved them, fired them up in their laboratories. searching for the glows and gleams from base metal, the Midas touch that would create the riches of gold for them. They never found it. Now, the sorcerers and scientists have…
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“Bus Stop” by Michael L. Utley
“Bus Stop” by Michael L. Utley she stood there stoic and still as a river rock cairn at the crossroads bus stop every afternoon alone save for her reluctant shadow that always seemed to pull away from her clawing at the gravel to unpin itself from this dirty-faced girl with…
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Christina Chin (plain) & m. R. Defibaugh (Italic)
frosty morning a clattering of jackdaws on the white trees she comes to church in a leopard print dress winter morning on the snow-covered wall a red robin “now hiring” hanging out front Christina Chin Grokipedia profile: https://grokipedia.com/page/Christina_Chin Internet Archive https://archive.org/details/@christina_chin_haiku_art/uploads YouTube: https://youtube.com/@christinachinhaikuart972?si=HYByM–YvBgUkifK WordPress: https://christinachin99blog.wordpress.com Blogspot: https://haikuzyg.blogspot.com/
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The Blind Stretch of Land by Kushal Poddar
The movements of the clouds and the sudden bursts of the Sun punctuate this minefield morning. I wave to your mother moving her wheelchair down the ramp. Walking is a nostalgia. She often says. Your father went to the war. War came to your mother. You often say. I deliberate…
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Poems About Aging, Death, and Music by Richard LeDue
The Whereabouts of the Soul Brahms composedsome of his best stuffbecause of unrequited love,broken friendships,and large amounts of wine and beer,which just further proves to methat good mental health is for thosewho only spent a past life or thirteenmucking through art (either finallyrejecting a lifetime of rejectionon their deathbedor finding…
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«Stockholm Syndrome» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Stockholm Syndrome» by Karlyn Miraflor Your kind and gentle smile An estuary of parallel universe filled with lies I trip to fall behind. Strangled by your captivating charm False recompense on erroneous demands. I trip to fall behind. Defenseless to the conflict between the heart and mind I keep falling…
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5 Poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
By namein you as in a churchthis night in your tender body this eternitymy lonelessin your haos and crunchof housenow it is only possible to sing the last rites for my deceased heartyou are the emptiness of black incense and the wax of an extinguished melted candlea barely noticeable fluff…
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Sunrise by Tony Ashenden
We are clear of the Malacca Strait two days out from Singapore and heading nor west to show the flag at India’s port Visakha and morning is about to break. My sauna baking bunk killed sleep now I’m cooling my skin on deck standing in the V of…
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The Hungry Hands by Kushal Poddar
The crow and the boy drinking from your garden hose turn together toward you. You shoo them away. Summer leans on the line lawn. Your perfect walls look like the bleached beach where the first of the slaves landed. The murmur still sprinkles all over the grass. From the wet…
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Erasures by Nolcha Fox
Time tries to erase all the traces of you.The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age.The ring when we married slides into the drain.The photos of us have turned brown and decayed. The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age.The hair that you stroked…
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HOLDING HIS NAME by Margaret Watson
It feels softer now, yet its depth never alters. Any cuts sustained from cliff edges no longer matter. The passing of years has never changed the vista. The leaves may have fallen on many autumns, still, I will not let go. And yet, it does feel softer since I loosened…
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