Points | David Blair
Give yourself
a point or two
if a fool
falls out with you.
great poems
Falling Suddenly | Ananya S. Guha
I know that this summer
you have flown, flown on wings, and you admonish
that parting is longing
remember how childhood holds tentacles, whispers in
the wind of incredulous surprise, latch on to your
webbed feet, for you might be airborne, fall suddenly.
Jumper | G. S. Katz
A jumper was on the 6th floor
Of a building down the street from me
Crowds gathered, cops, EMS, the whole 9 yards
But here’s the deal
This is New York City
If you’re gonna mess up traffic
With your dramatic maybe death
We want a body on the sidewalk
Because in this town
If you threaten and punk out
You’re just a wuss
Questions of Our Time | G. S. Katz
As people we are comfortable with the
mayhem of war
But uncomfortable with sex, if not for procreation
Double standards abound to fit your alleged
religious, political or moral foundations
Sounds dubious to me
But I’m one of the hated
No religion, no political affiliation
Lover of sensual ways and attitudes
The world is a mess
Always will be
Won’t you lie down with me with desire
in your eyes
Hopefully for pleasure, not to make a new army
of haters…
How Many Tear Drops? | Naduni
How many long nights
Have perished on the single bed
In the lonely room
Sleepless and pensive
Listening to the harsh
Beat of the rain
Unable to bear the cold
How many tears have been shed
Draining the white pillow
On the old bed
How many years have been spent
Walking alone the lonely path
Without a hand, without a shoulder
To hold and lean, and
Whisper the secrets long hidden
From the world
With greying hair and
An aching back
With clouded eyes and
Weakening limbs
I am still sitting on my doorstep
Till you come
The prince who will marry me
According to the family astrologer
Shedding Skin | Naduni
I used to spend hours
In front of the gilt mirror
Watching you
Gleaming, glittering
With youth
With love
My skin!
Quite narcissistic I was back then
I engulfed in you
I indulged in you
My youthful skin!
‘Beauty is but skin deep’
Whoever told is very true…
Now you are peeling off me
You are consciously leaving me, I know
You had done your little magic
That you do to every belle
From 15 to 25
After deceiving me with your
Fraudulent promises of eternal unity
Now you are seeping my life essence by showing you complacently
Gliding out of my gate, haughty and graceful than ever!
The only ruin of the temporal idyllic days is the sagging masquerade,
Ashen white, rough and dry and
Flaked.
Flushing instead of blushing
It quite embarrasses me
When I am standing together with petite belles
Life too is shedding
Alongside you
Over are the days
Of ecstatic summer
At the door step and
On the billet-doux
Are the days of decaying Autumn
A Way of Seeing | G. S. Katz
We have a certain energy
That pulsates between visits
Waiting passionately in the wings
Of our cloak and dagger romance
I envision our love
Powerfully savage yet tender as mist
Eroticism so complete
A language of lovers
Beautiful words spoken
Taking you in my arms
Reveling you in my heart
A way of seeing
Worshiping our creation
Us