City Life 3 | JayM
Ivory Towers
Smoke and Mirrors, Veiled Intent
Glittering Glass Mask
21st century poets
In the Dead of Night | Mark Andrew Heathcote
I’m an oak with rings ingrain
My heart is a woodcut carving
My soul a gnarled wooden cane
No longer prevents my falling.
I’m a mountain-pine-forest
A field of flattened wheat:
A no-man’s-land, a gauntlet
Thrown, down in beseech
Of-war, of-madness or friendship
Take your pick; I am ready, for all.
I have sharpened and whetted,
Sheaved my blade; heeding its call.
I have vanquished-my-enemies
One and all to see them lonesome fall
I have rewritten they’re own parodies.
In my turn stood, equally tall.
I have ignited into blossom,
And unfurled to catch sight
Every flower my breath can bosom
Hold to itself in the dead of night.
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For You | Mónika Tóth
Dedicated my nice Romanian friend Vasile
Sweet soul,
Sweet heart in the chest,
A sweet symphony
Sweet heart,
Sweet heart in the chest,
A sweet symphony
Hot Lunch Plus a Wow | J. D. Nelson
a chalky stew
the hungry stare
yellow is a while
the news is blurry
layers of chocolate sauce and fiberglas insulation
we ate the flowers and they were delicious
and now we are floating above the city in a bubble
once I was a hen using magic
an onion kiss from the cook
More at http://www.madverse.com/.
Paper Dolls | Mary Bone
My paper umbrella
melted in the rain.
Pulp tears cascaded
to the ground.
I was a paper doll,
who rode an invisible train.
The tea set caught water.
The mud cookies crumbled.
Playtime was postponed until
another day.
A Circle | Lucia Daramus
sheep are running, and running, and running
to the light bumps of the sun
which is falling down on the yellow-grass
nature is alive! Alive, alive , alive….
a woman is carrying a bottle of milk
she is thirsty , she is drinking
in her vein is dripping grapes of life from the milk
her eyes are spinning, and spinning, and spinning
offering a glass of milk is like a oxygen mouth
she says.
A golden rain is penetrating the earth
songbirds are flying on the field
a dog is barking to a child
with gold-silver in his hair under day light
this is life, yes, this is life!
but time is passing, and passing, and passing
away, far away –
tears in the black sky
an yellow leaf is dying on the tree branch
finally it is kissing a dead man
above life …..death
above death ….life
a circle –
Happy Hours | Gopal Lahiri
Borrow those
Happy hours
I want to count
The time layers
Smell the minutes
And tiny seconds
Float like petals
In dense tequila
under the blue
Death light
Soaking in
past images
And late evening
metaphors
More at https://gopallahiri.blogspot.com.