Words on the Embankment – A Poem by G. S. Katz
days between stations
early morning blue
caffeine and math
words on the embankment
if you run
if you hide
fear not
the shadow behind the sun
will catch you…
Definitive, Unsure, Maybe – A Poem by G. S. Katz
definitive
unsure
maybe
god bless you
if you believe
bless you
if you don’t
paper or plastic?
I and Me – A Poem by Roy K. Austin
I am a neighbour
with open gate,
me is a glutton
not pulling his weight,
I am high
like a drifting cloud,
me down below
has the mind of the crowd
filtering, straining,
tangled in knots,
while I like a kite
am free from the lot,
me is the cause
of each scattering part,
I am the grief
of a broken heart,
me is the sport
of a sickening ill,
I am the vulture
devouring the kill,
me is the grasp,
the grunt and the spit,
I am the truth
of a bottomless pit,
me is the sleuth
discovering loss,
I am the meaning
of uroboros.
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Everydayism, Connected to Simplicity – A Poem by G. S. Katz
walking my dog
same path everyday
would like to change routes
but she digs in and says no
every morning I see the same workers
they gather in front of the same building
then disperse to the buildings they maintain
“good morning” is all that needs to be said
as you get older you have to be grateful
for the everydayism you rejected in youth
the comfort of everyday tasks
the simplicity that is our personal connection
would have blasted me for writing this 30 years ago
maybe even 20
forced change is sometimes good
but am grateful for the everyday I can hold onto……
Don't Tell Me Your Secrets – A Poem by G. S. Katz
don’t tell me your secrets
don’t want to know
can keep my mouth shut
but who needs the temptation
hate when people say
“can you keep a secret”?
keep it to yourself
because I wont give a crap anyway
I probably sound angry
I’m not
just don’t care about your insignificant rants
are we done here?
Not a Foodie – A Poem by G. S. Katz
like good food
live in NYC
we’ve got the best restaurants here
short of Paris perhaps
but labeling yourself a “foodie”
is pretentious and pathetic
make sure you don’t go into debt
at those restaurants who laugh at you
when you pay the bill remember
it’s food, not gold
no, not a foodie
look in the mirror
are you really sure
you wanna call yourself that?
Iconic Love Affair – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Desire first
love follows
hand holding on the avenue
Simple, surreal, attainable
It’s right when you float
Texting from across the room
that one and only look
that lets you know
you are living
and breathing
holding on for each moment
in the iconic love affair…
Dandelion – A Poem by Aly Q
this weed, skinny standing stark,
face to the sky holds its small
leaves like beggar’s palms to
the sun, the rosette there
circling its throat, an upside-down
crown.
it is you, this weed, and it
flourished today from the crown up,
raised and opened
the arms of its seeds to the sky, sparkling,
with intelligence and the morning dew.
tomorrow
they will release, lift from your mind
like nimbus parachutes, or heavenbound fireflies,
shining ideas leaving behind
that which was rooted.
Dog is God, God is Dog – A Poem by G. S. Katz
they know everything
who comes and goes
friend and foe
the nose knows
you save a dog, they save you
dog people know
it’s an unwritten code
there is no manual
they make you laugh
they never make you cry
they wake you up
alarm clock not needed
they let you talk to people
who you’d never talk to
they are social media
they don’t ask to be Liked, just LOVED….
Rough Work Week – A Poem by G. S. Katz
pragmatic
but still able to feel
rough work week
spent and tired
days between stations
desire had to wait
stony exterior starting to melt
will you ease me down from the madness?
don’t ask for much
but when I do
will you come running
or will it just be Monday
all over again?