Spare – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Elegance
One bracelet
Sly smile
That’s you
A Coarse Mare Called Carcosa, And UpOn It…A Faded Division – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne
The Echoing Yell Laid Low,
All Once Guilded Now Rubble,
In Scorn Of Lovers Guided By None OutSide,
Fools And Their Circles OverHead For Halos And Lost Veils,
With UnderWater Kingdoms Washed AWay,
To Where Be The Intended For Seers To Pierce,
In The Rounding Of The Desolate Crawl,
Played As Cards UpOn The Revolving Door,
InTo HallWays Where Blackened Paintings Hang,
Not Hidden By Soot… No… To Scrape One’s FingerNail Across Canvas
Will Reveal…
…
A Scratch Made InTo Memory’s Delicate Shade,
Where That Mark Might Be Further Widened,
And To Peer InTo Its Distended Window…
…
…
Never The Emptying Vessel For Wanting An Audience,
A Jar WithIn A Field WithIn A Negative Lock,
Under Spells For Killing The King With Randomness,
Lay’d As Dominoes UpOn The Painted Floor,
InTo Walls Peeling From Near Once Sainthood Sang,
Caught Forbidden By Set Pieces…
…
No Pipeings To Mete Forwards To Scruples,
Done Only With Its Singer’s Curse,
Whose Voice Not Be As Tattered As Its Vestige,
Vascular And Frozen In Claustrophobeic Implications…
…
It Stitches Nine UpOn One’s Lives,
And Leaves All SpeechLess By The Opening Scene…
…
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Can That Only Be What The HeadLess Bishop Wishes For (?)
As DayLight Ascends And His Dreams Melt AWay?
More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca.
Maybe God Is A Cat – A Poem by Daniel Klawitter
“In 1911, the little town of Nakhla in Egypt was the scene of one of
the most remarkable events in history: a chunk of rock (later
discovered to be a piece of the planet Mars) fell from the sky and
killed a dog,the only known canine fatality caused by a cosmic
object.”
–Paul Davies, The Fifth Miracle.
Maybe God is a Cat–
Sharpening her claws on planets,
Pouncing from star to star
Unraveling our lives like yarn.
We scatter as mice in the barn,
Our hearts pitter-patter–
But there is nowhere to hide
If God is a celestial cat like that:
A feline God of War
Brighter than Blake’s Tyger
Who knows what fangs are for
And never leaves survivors.
More at http://about.me/dklawitter.
Short and Sweet – A Poem by G. S. Katz
You have my back
l have yours
Your love never was for sale
Money can’t buy you
Grace and dignity
Your smile worth millions
I’m the richest man going
From the day I met you
Passive Aggressive – A Poem by Michael Walter
I haven’t said what I mean
mostly because
I don’t like what I mean,
but also because
those sentences,
said,
will probably mar
your opinion of me
And,
if that’s the case,
and given that cost,
why should I want
to be simple
and clear?
More at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/MichaelWalter.
Paying Homage to Raymond Carver – A Poem by G. S. Katz
When I write I think of Ray
How would he phrase this?
Raymond Carver died young at 50
He was the King of the common man
Relationships, love and heartbreak
His specialty
If you love the written word
You should spend some time with Ray
He is timeless
He is me and you
He is poetry in motion
Sunset – A Poem by Michael Walter
Blood-red
purple splendor,
but at what cost:
hours,
night and day
to get
from here to there.
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Shades of Life – A Poem by Kathy Anderson
Shades of
Sweet apple reds
Painted on cheeks and lips
Impart a youthful glow instead
Shades of
Darkness shadow’d
Grey clouds above our heads
Wanting blue skies to look up to,
Shades of
Memories there
Where we unfold
Fly high above the flames,
Echoes of dieing embers are
Shades of
Drone Strikes (The Reality) – A Poem by Roy K. Austin
And this from ‘the land of the brave’
or so we are often told,
even the Bald Eagle swoops to be fed
or the stalking wolf who takes his chance on the fold,
but this monster, him at a glance, my friends
high on altitude and being smarter, takes none–
so do we buy it and are we sold
on this coward’s charter?
Come sit in his comfortable chair
and point his Joy–stick to murder
anyone who has life to lose,
known or unknown in the target area.
This is not the America I admired
in fact, this is not America at all
and that’s reality my friend.
More at roykaustin.weebly.com.