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The Cured and the Calmed | Krushna Chandra Mishra

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Once only upon getting wounded,
I was put to hospital with
friends and relatives pouring
in asking a thousand times
the same one question of
concern and sympathy with
advice to rest and take care
till the doctor granted leave,
and to care ever afterwards
about how in the future so
much trouble and tension
could be avoided, leaving
everybody good time to
rest and work, praying that
never in the future such a bad
star should visit anybody,
even enemies not spared,
and the next day, in the
cool, the doctor signed
the order discharging me
with a smile on his lips
and advice to mind
work in a way that no
accidents occurred to put
everything in disarray dire.

Funny | Haris Adhikari

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Funny, how people pop up
in disguise, or in infatuation, following
to find a fault or two, pasting
honeycombs
on the virtual cliff of today’s culture.
Funny further
how plastic hearts
pulsate life into
moments of wide grins, either by grinning
on the doorway, leaning
a nubile body, revealing
the interior– posh empty
sofa, chair, money plant, erotic
painting lookin’ down
at the empty glass on the table– or by
coming to a long, long emotional appeal,
telling a story of a stranded,
exotic princess in exile, asking
to be an abetter, to send a few
hundred dollars, for some ‘technical reasons’,
to get the royal treasures back– or by conning
into giving your account number
for some unknown American lottery you’ve won!
Who are these people? Don’t they have
any other work to do? Funny,
funny even for a thought!
Om Mani Padme Hum!

More at http://madswirl.com/author/hadhikar/.

Colt 45 and a Bucket of KFC – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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Thanksgiving in July
A bucket of chicken
Quart bottle of Colt in a bag
Carton of cigs

Wasted in the dark heat
Too loud music
From a 1980s boom box
Held together by duct tape

After dinner
Greasy fingers
Slow dancing
Bed down under the Manhattan Bridge

Good Night

My Avatar – A Poem by Riley Coffey

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I live my life
selecting images
to represent me

I choose the best
hair I can manage
the best clothing
I strive to fit in
with the population

If I could
I would choose my voice
my atmosphere
but all these choices
make contentment
hard to reach.

The Rough and Tough Son | Pijush Kanti Deb

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Everything is normal to a mirror
yet to the new eyes
the company stands on the wrong track
allowing traversing of sea-less clouds
above the company’s bald roof
and below
on the land
transferring of the driver’s seat
from the sky-looking father
to the sky-snatching son
provoking
the son and his commercial magic
to set the Thames on fire
at the very outset
commanding his obedient assistants
to run in the same groove
setting all confusions and hesitations at rest
from the secret path
linking Eldorado with the company’s treasury
for soliciting a big push
to bring the company again on its right track
immersing the obsolete paternal hymns
of ethics and humanity
and injecting his self-made cocktail –
a mixture of nectar and hemlock,
to turn the walking profit into a galloping horse
and the barren cloud into the fertile one
which must germinate the plant of a smile
on the lips of the rough and tough son.

Got It Madly, for You | Redbeard

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And do those slow dusking skies
Have roses red enough for you?
And those bright pearls in the highs
Are they as numberless, for you?

Does ancient Sun to his beloved West
Speak of far, nameless things for you?
Or when his kin keep vigil are they blessed
By your smile, as they burn for you?

And the North Wind, long as she pours
Her wine through evening boughs for you
Her breath that ‘cross wild flowers soars
Yet her fragrances slow for you

And the spiralling wave whose breast
Swells with heroic boasts for you
That plumed knight undone; his glad crest
Surrendered to the rocks for you

And my wondering just wants to know
Do these words bear any meaning for you?
I ask on behalf of my heart that grows
Deeper and ever with love for you

I'm Who | JD DeHart

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By the third cup
of coffee I remember
my name.
My occupation. What
I’m doing here.
I remember my favorite
book and why it’s
important. I remember
the itchy part of my soul
that hasn’t healed yet.
The new wounds.
I have searched out
my name in published
words. Searched out
who I am in books
by Brennan Manning.
By Ernest Hemingway.
By Lee Smith. A really
eclectic set.
I remember by noon
where I am supposed to be
but can’t shake this feeling
I’ve forgotten something
important. Maybe the most
important thing.

Perennials In Parallax – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

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Turns To Take,
On The Crushing Gritted Down,
NoWhere In Nor Out Of Its Serrated Fulcrum,
Surviveal Through A General Anesthesis,
To Appease The Scratching From WithIn,
The Frantic Struggle To Maintain Dormancy,
Flickering EyeLids In The Black Shimmer Of Satin,
Hearts In Stasis To A Rendering Of Cages,
EnThroned In Reviveal…In Approach To Its Melting Point,
Saturateion Of Flesh With Phantom Accumulation,
Assimilateing Into A Failing Sense Of Space…
…
Leaves To Rake,
On The LushFull Green Lawn,
Knowing Where To Be Ignored… Devout In Its Swinging Hammock,
Serveing All In A Self-Centered Assignment Of Duty,
To Will The Match InTo Strikeing Against Thumb,
The Gentle Combustion To Forget Romantic Demure,
Flames Licking Lashes In The Blue Summer Of Saturday,
Heated In The Smoke To A BeFriending Of Ages,
EnThralled By Desertion… By Appropriation And Its Mounted Pelt,
Desiccation Of Reason With Infantile Perennials,
Failing To Fully Accept A Sense Of Time.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca.

Falling in Love | Spring Nelson

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It’s happening,
I’m falling in love.
I didn’t plan it,
But I was hoping it would.
I’ve been thinking about you
For such a long time,
Wondering if you and I
Would share a journey
Like no other.
The passion and excitement
Is almost too much,
I want to spend every
Moment with you,
Gazing into your eyes,
Losing myself in your voice,
Whispering our thoughts
To each other.
A beautiful dream,
Falling in love with you.

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