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Resurrection Tuesday | Judge Santiago Burdon - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Resurrection Tuesday | Judge Santiago Burdon

The subversive scheme
of benevolent intention
Fades with the last smile of summer
Sounding an aluminum voice
With an echo of fragile breath
Silence interrupts the
Applause of thunder
Sentiments of affection
Now a crippling disability
Unable to outrun the future
Your long ago in pursuit
On the heels of memory’s shadow.
Littering an already tortured landscape
with leaves of a weathered reputation
The forecast calling for a season of scandal
Created on this resurrection Tuesday.

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Lady in the Snow | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Lady in the Snow | Donal Mahoney

I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m.
to see if a miracle’s occurred
and the paper’s landed somewhere
in the snow blanketing our lawn.
Instead I see a clump on the mat
a one-eyed cat dazed by the cold
looking at me as if to say
“Are you the guy I saw
a week ago before I ran?”
Every morning now I feed
two feral toms at our back door
but never a cat at our front door.
My wife might say okay
once she knows this cat’s
a lady in big trouble.
When I open the door
the cat runs across the street
turns around, sits on the curb
looks at me and says, “Listen, Mister,
I’m cold and hungry but we just met.
One quick peek is all you get.”

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The Deli on Granville | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Deli on Granville | Donal Mahoney

I lived in the attic back then,
and late those evenings I had to study
and couldn’t afford to go drinking
I’d run down to the deli and buy
bagels and smoked lox.
I’d watch the lame son
wrap each item in white paper
while his father, coughing at the register,
pointed to the cans on the wall
and screamed, “Serve yourself! Serve yourself!”
I’d grab a tin of baked beans and he’d smile.
Now, years later, I return to the deli
and find that it’s closed.
The sign on the door confirms
what everyone else already knows:
There has been a death in the family.

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Cursed Hatred | El Sane Ken Silencer - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Cursed Hatred | El Sane Ken Silencer

She is the rejected stone
that not even moss felt
her long presence
under, nor earthworm.
Neither is there a root
of any grass that leaks
her buttock, not also ants
Whilst rain fall, fall and fall
not t’watch away
the hatred of her
cursed hatred, the cloud remain tall.
The moon comes and fade
the stars sing and sink
still, the cloud blank
smoking the smoky smoke…
Telling the black colour
of a cursed hatred.

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