A Comfortable Retirement | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Comfortable Retirement | Donal Mahoney

Retired now, he’s half St. Francis
every season of the year, putting out

sunflower seed and safflower seed
for bickering cardinals and jays,

niger seed for the goldfinch mob,
millet for the different sparrows,

feeds feral cats at an early hour
that eat and leave before

the birds drop down.
He and his wife go downtown

and step around old men drifting
like pigeons, begging for change.

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The Deli on Granville | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Deli on Granville | Donal Mahoney

I lived in the attic back then,
and late those evenings I had to study
and couldn’t afford to go drinking
I’d run down to the deli and buy
bagels and smoked lox.
I’d watch the lame son
wrap each item in white paper
while his father, coughing at the register,
pointed to the cans on the wall
and screamed, “Serve yourself! Serve yourself!”
I’d grab a tin of baked beans and he’d smile.
Now, years later, I return to the deli
and find that it’s closed.
The sign on the door confirms
what everyone else already knows:
There has been a death in the family.

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Confined Freedom | Martine V. Clarke - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Confined Freedom | Martine V. Clarke

They say we are free
Our minds opened
Thoughts liberated
Ideas released
We are free

Free slaves and victims of selfish righteousness
Free servants in institutional bondage
Free bondsmen under a capitalist-like serfdom
Free puppets controlled by the strings of their commandments
Free, once we remain chained in the dungeons of their morals and
statutes
They say we are free
And will always be free

For liberty is of the mind
And captivity is the basis of reality
We are free
Once we remain in their mental confines
We are free
Once we bow to their constitutional idols

They say we are free
And we will always be free

Cursed Hatred | El Sane Ken Silencer - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Cursed Hatred | El Sane Ken Silencer

She is the rejected stone
that not even moss felt
her long presence
under, nor earthworm.
Neither is there a root
of any grass that leaks
her buttock, not also ants
Whilst rain fall, fall and fall
not t’watch away
the hatred of her
cursed hatred, the cloud remain tall.
The moon comes and fade
the stars sing and sink
still, the cloud blank
smoking the smoky smoke…
Telling the black colour
of a cursed hatred.

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