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Uni-Verse | Langley Shazor - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Uni-Verse | Langley Shazor

Creatively clashed
The dissonance sounds strange
Untrained ears
Give it time
The longer you listen
Each part individual
Yet collectively magnificent
Music is magic
And our entire world sings
You simply
Tune in
Contrary to popular belief
Synergistic relationships become
Mutually beneficial
Harmony
One voice
One sound
Melodic
This is a song
We all know
Raise your head
Open your mouth
Make a joyful noise
With auditory acuity
An expanded cranial cavity
All can be heard
Singularly as well as collaboratively

What’s Appertaining? |  Paul Tristram - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

What’s Appertaining? | Paul Tristram

‘Tis a fine day for furrowing a frown
at random and complete strangers,
being by yourself in the thick of it all.
A spritely strollet down unknown streets,
shaking off the moss as you roll by.
There is far more danger in the mundane,
obvious and inevitable than being down
on Cheapside circling the sharks.
These boots were made for swaggering
and experience is all that really matters,
apart from interesting memories
which are merely mental photographs
of past experiences anyway.
I’d rather glide the afternoon sidewalks
shadow hopscotching and whistling
beautifully alone than be cooped up at home
chained to a TV keeping up with ‘The Joneses’.
There is no other way Out
(Apart from a good book
and you can take one of those with you!)
than actually getting Out!
Tuppence and shillings in my pocket
and I know exactly how to get myself home.
Until then I’m going sideways over there
to have ‘a butchers’ at that shiny thing
then off further into Wonderland I shall roam.

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Division | Alexis Garcia - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Division | Alexis Garcia

Since when did white America
Become the right America
I’ll tell you
Once shackles and chains
Got replaced by ignorant brains
They think we have welcomed
Prejudices and absurd allegations
Since we have become a divided nation
Since some fight the grossness of injustice
With protests in abundance
They tend to focus on the ones who pretend
Not to notice that we as a society
Are reverting back to a time
Where rights were conditional, not given
Where the color of your skin
Was used for target practice
And you were driven,
Almost to extinction
Because of the distinction between us and them
It’s been hard to determine
Who’s foe and who’s friend
Thanks to their privilege
We get to sit back
While they pillage our homes
It takes a village…
To raise a child
But as soon as they step outside
They’re stepping into the wild
Lines are getting blurred
Tensions are brewing
Racism Trumps human decency
They ignore the fact that
We are the ones they are screwing
With rapid frequency, they hunt us down
And the sound of our exhausted voices
Amplifies their need to subdue
Our personal choices.
They take silence as a sign of defeat
They take silence as a sign of acceptance
From the beginning of time
We were never the ones to retreat
But snap back into reality
And come to our senses
At the expense of our sanity
We let those who came from
The Caucasus Mountains
Straight to the oval office
Profit off of our sorrows
They have stolen our lands
But convince us that they just borrow
With no intention of returning
It’s concerning how little resistance
There is on our part
The fight’s never over
They may try to poison our minds
But they can’t infiltrate our hearts.

Lawnmower Metaphors | JD DeHart - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Lawnmower Metaphors | JD DeHart

There is always plenty of time
to think while mowing.
I move in the same squarish
lines I always do.
First, I get up, then I shower,
then I pontificate.
The audience is trained
to look like they are listening.
Are they?
Finally, the swift stroke,
the edging work, and I am
on my home again, home again
like yesterday and the day
before, trying not to work late,
trying to sleep again
and remember my movements.

Ridden Heart |  Ananya S. Guha - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Ridden Heart | Ananya S. Guha

Flailing arms, love is another
story, only when the realization of being outcaste
does love reveal a hidden meaning, in serpentine ways
in rhythms that inveigle
and take you to the ways
people talk, babble, love
it is indeed a hidden word
searching it is moving around in webbed feet
and layers of meanings
which unerathed take you
not to peach blossoms but
infinity of time, wait, and
it is this nostalgia which bleeds, not red, but black
black as coal smothering a ridden heart.

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