Good Night Luv – A Poem by G. S. Katz
The day has been erased
Washed and hung out to dry
The only thing left
is us
So good night luv
Sweet dreams
See you in the morning
Maybe a spoon or two before dawn
Fading… – A Poem by Joanne J.
The solitude that is mine now, is bittersweet.
As the day progresses into evening, imagine the sound of your ring on
my phone.
knowing that if it comes, I am set up for another deception,
another lie,
another empty promise.
At least the silence is safe, I can rest.
Resting in my own space, I will not feel the sting of another
disappointment.
Here I can imagine that you miss me,
that you think fondly of me.
That you wonder what I am doing at this very moment.
That I have some power.
The harsh words that set this in motion, will fall away, as time will
allow.
In the space we created by arguing, we have time to rest.
Do you also know that in this rest,
I am allowing my love for you to stay, it is valid…
or slip quietly away, and I will reluctantly begin to move on
Whatever the outcome, I will accept.
Yes, bittersweet, knowing what my heart holds for you,
and the lonliness I will feel at either outcome.
You may show at my door, without a word of apology for me, and I will
take you in.
knowing the futility
You may allow the space to grow,
to see who will fall first to temptation.
You do not know my heart has forbidden it to be me.
If this is the cruel game we will play, so be it.
either way… I lose
Linear Math – A Poem by G. S. Katz
No straight line
To our love
Bumps and bruises
Welts to the heart
Longing and character
Fill our cups
Sly smiles and afterthoughts
Always bubbling over
I didn’t choose you
Nor you me
It just happened
Do the math, you’ll see
Postcard from Nepal – A Poem by Bruce Louis Dodson
In Kathmandu
Rain falls like Shiva’s tears
Great darkened clouds
Come roiling onto jagged peaks
Above the valley
Thunder echoes
Warm rain
Lightning scatters monkeys
Who take shelter in the wooden eves above a temple
As umbrellas blossom in the marketplace below.
Monsoon.
Double OhOh – A Poem by Bob Eager
The Double OhOh.
Don’t insult a twofer,
one and two makes
a triple no no no.
Walking down the Royal Mile,
When was the last time you broke the confidence?
Get it Right Next time,
Dealing with the death of
of an unchartered lingo.
Miles Away,
Again a Double OhOh.
Sleepwalking through your speech,
keep it to yourself.
Hypnotized in the Oh Well,
An unbiased letting go,
and respectfully avoid the Double Ohoh.
Poet’s Note:
Bob Eager would like to present a written form that discusses a big mistake people make. Saying something against people one time is only a questionable offense. Saying something twice is unforgivable.
Pale Rodents – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne
Some Pale Rodents Pick A Color And A Finger,
A Prayer To Mary Queen Of Cottage Cheese,
And Then… They Are Off…!
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Takeing The Inner Lane,
Passing… Rumbleing Snorting… Digging InTo The Tread,
Chaseing The Outer Line That Fades The Mane,
Magnetized InTo A Tribal Jungle Beat Of HorseShoe Gymnasiums,
Never Late For The Last Bend Of The Zipper-Bunny’s Tease,
For The Cotton-Tail And Podium Morrow…
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One More Dive InTo The Dish,
Shallow And On A ReBreather,
The Honking Of Cab-Drivers And Finite Math,
Minuscule Metropolis With Robots For HouseWives,
Water Runs Off Their Chins In Tiny Droplets To Rain Purity UpOn Poorer
Districts,
Tilting Heads In The Canine Empire…
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Wolves Had Packs In The BoonDocks,
Where Rats Needed A Structure To Twist Tongues,
Knotted At The Mooring For Liberty And For A Deity Of Mental Health,
To Arrive InTo A Fatherly Womb In Droves To Be Assimilated InTo A
Bleached Chorus,
Silent Lucid City Folk Leading The New World InTo The Old Country,
Through Prismatic Choreography And Gentlemen Bets,
Knicks Off The Slugger And Chips Off The Tooth…
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These Days,Some People Will Pay AnyThing For A Funeral… A Motherly
Tomb…
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Kings Are Made At The Shoveling Of Dirt,
The Jokes Are Laid ASide For Small Talk In The Office Elevator,
Just Before Approaching The Water Bottle And Kitchenette,
To Fight Over Jam Jars And Cheese Slices,
Golden Ringed Lemurs Throwing Nuts At Tourists Twenty Miles Down…
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The Bonding Agent Of Social Integrity In Co-Relation To Preening
Morality,
Engineering A Structure Of Compromised Hands And Civilized Bakerys,
Rapping Knuckles And Ensureing Longevity Of The Program,
An Old Boy With An Old Dog And An Old Pair Of Slippers…
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Sweating Baby-Boomed Discipline InTo The UnSatiable-Platonic BedRock,
For Incarnations Of Ponce De León To Drill InTo And Market To Massage
Parlors,
UnLess The Mechanics Of Man Call For Second-Hand Car Parks And
Collision Repair,
Those Asian Beautys Poseing So Sweetly Beside Groomed Shovels Of
Loathing Grace.
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On Being Told I Am Good, but Not Good Enough – A Poem by Suzanne Cullen
Today I was told I was good but not good enough.
I am cross with myself, because I should be good enough at what I do
by now.
I am average, above average on occasion and good, but not outstanding
as Ofsted would say.
That is also true of my parenting, my commitment to animal welfare,
weight loss and work.
I can be outstanding on occasions but I struggle with attitude, belief
and commitment.
I also like to do what I want to do, which is not necessarily what I
should be doing.
I hold up my hands, I am not good enough, you are right and sometimes
I don’t know if I have, or can be bothered to muster up, what it
takes to join the top tier.
There are no excuses to hide behind.
Mediocrity is a comfortable cushion to lie on until it is taken away
from me by the truth.
Humble – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Humble
That’s how I’ve always thought of myself
When things are good
And I get ahead of myself
I have to calm myself down and remember
To be Humble
When things are bad
And I’m getting kicked in the stomach
I have to crawl back up
Fight the fight
And remember
To be Humble
Humble
The place to be
Humble
What we want in our friends
Lovers and even adversaries
Humble…
Triumph – A Poem by Naduni
I see the softest eyes that ever were
On the blue of the singing water
And imagine you are here
When I feel as if you are there
In the blue of the soothing sky
I feel you are here
With me, around me
Above me
The blend of happiness, a tear in my eye
A pain in my chest, the guilt I feel
“Forgive me…” I murmur.
Help me, guide me, show me the path
When my the demons try to control my mind
They have succeeded six times
I can’t lose anymore
Guide me, tell me, advise me
Let me follow you
Let me, in the end,
TRIUMPH