Different | Mónika Tóth
i smiled
yesterday
i cried like a child
21st century poets
If You Ask | Mónika Tóth
Dedicated my nice Romanian friend Vasile
i confess
the truth Is
If you ask
My favorite color
I will say
Your eyes
How I adore you
Name on the Card | Will Schmit
If I don’t reach you
on my last day
before the grave,
you can protest here.
Nothing’s imminent.
Don’t blot mascara
with the blank
page.
I’m not the grandparent
offering water
at the border.
No aluminum blanket.
Your calls will be answered,
by Chet Baker,
in the order they are
perceived.
After the birthday
the death day
gets a turn
at the wheel.
Maybe future morbidity
is just a weather
report from
the ICE age.
I wish, and wish again
the meek inherited
some sort of love
the proud overlooked.
More at http://www.schmitbooks.com/.
Six Haiku | Denny E. Marshall
locked in your wife’s car
evil in-dash computer
seeks revenge and death
in ear
not tiny hearing aid
new smart phone
large cell phone study
find brain damage caused by tons
of useless minutes
this generation
when they give teacher apple
gift is expensive
four seasons
named
again the fall guy
superman stuck
worthy foe
superglue
More at http://www.dennymarshall.com/.
Sweet Child | Jim Bellamy
reap now, sweet child; my rooms are spare,
whose scarce horizons cry you clear,
of strangest sermons; reap these years,
sweet child, whose eyes I mould.
In open mouths, these caverns spark
caves of canine devils; barks
strip of them, blind interludes,
vulture gullies, cloven hooves.
reap now, sweet child,o, sweet child, reap,
these babbling years; my rooms are neat,
whose scarlet ruled horizons cry
you clear of strangest sermons; DIE!
or reap & spear me, mother, child,
whose eyes are rolling cold,
in the open mouths; the cavern ducts,
where the boy in man blows old.
reap now, sweet child, reap now, & spear
these idylls; reap, my girl, since I,
am blind with you, your bark, your stare,
who mould of me this cloven lie.
More at https://jimbellamy.simplesite.com.
The Chill | Jim Bellamy
the chill came suddenly,
down the chimney,
like a bolt of lightning,
it began in the kitchen,
following the crash,
it moved fast,
twisting up our lives,
the central heating
emitted no heat,
the gas fire
no longer warmed our feet.
the fridge became far too cold,
how many times defrosted,
i do not know
the oven failed to cook a thing,
the steak was always rare
it spread so far, it reached the stair,
sheets of ice for us to tread
it reached the bedroom floor,
the carpet became cold to touch,
a sheet of frost spread over our lives.
there’s no way out,
the chill will follow,
facing the trial
with no defence
the ice will spread,
reach us all
it’s midsummer’s day,
the fire is on
we are imprisoned
in a block of ice,
becoming less informal
every-day…
we will no longer face the chill,
we will no longer radiate ice
it’s over, the chill defrosts
we can return to the warmth.
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Politics and Integrity | Stan Morrison
Trust and betrayal are not polar opposites
Rather, they work like a neat pair of choices
Both are in play in a fixed game of cards
While everyone bets against a loaded deck
Trust and betrayal have congruent contours
Operating like some cosmic Yin and Yang
As inevitable consequences of each other
Close your eyes, gaze into the kaleidoscope
Me & Myself | Prafulla Sriniwas
Me and myself are on journey of life,
We roam around
We broke laughter
We went through the edge of a knife.
We talked to each other
We choked each other
We revoked each other
And we learn to live in plight either
We saw the dream
We fought and scream
We challenged ourselves often
And we went against the flow of a stream
We did whatever we want
We didn’t give up our chant
We pushed ourselves to the mount
Against all those odds that count
Finally, we learned the spirit of life
It’s nothing but to be our own
Take that criticism and betrayal,
Train yourself resistant & forget which is gone
I Know You Now? | Jim Bellamy
I know you now
I know the sadness of your smiles
I know the madness of your wiles
I know you now
I know you now
I know the rumour in the rain
I know the humour in the vein
I know you now.
I know you now
I know your every whim.
I know the silence in your spin
I know you now.
I know you now
I know the violence in the sun
I know the license in the lungs
I know you now.
I know you now
I know the wisdom in the State
I know the treason on the plate
I know you now.
I know you now.
I know the all-becoming dream
I know the soul-derising scream
I know you now.
I know everything?
More at https://jimbellamy.simplesite.com.