Category: Poetry
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Altered by Christina Rousseau
There’s a peculiar amount of freedomthat comes with losing everything. The colors of my life dance around meas they are stripped away. Rosy reds of my blood that once washed my cheeksreminding me that I could feel. Soft purples of being held. They gather on my skin and detach from…
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Politics of the Dog & Pangea in Wartime by William Dell Price
Politics of the Dog I love dogs more than people.Dogs are quiet, people are loudAnd when dogs are loud, there is a muzzle for themYou put a muzzle on a person, you’re called “mad” Dogs don’t need clothesWe accept them nudeYou force someone to walk naked, it’s called “abuse” You…
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Melting Clocks by Jeremy Stelzner
Salvador Dali dines alone.Gaunt and afflicted with the weight of a thousand brushstrokes.He speaks in the third person,politely ordering a tapa of roasted veal with an asparagus coulis. When it arrives, Dali studies the plump meat.Alone on the plate,it glistens with all the artistry the chef de cuisine can muster.The…
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Centering by Jim Bates
SpringtimePlanting radish seedsDiligently wateringCarefully caringEmergingPeeking through the rich soilFlourishingEnticing honeybeesGently buzzingHypnoticIn the morning sunDrifting and dancingNectar drinkingSlurping with a diligent passionSummertime daily delightPeaceful mediationsFor the gratefulSpirit. Jim Bates lives in a small town in Minnesota. He loves to write! He has authored 33 books, including poetry, flash fiction, short story…
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Winter in My Garden by George Freek
Summer’s flowers are gone.All that’s leftare decaying remains.The trees are bare;Yet I can recallwhen leaves were there.In my garden a hammock,where my wife used to lie,creaks in a bitter wind,descending from the sky.As winter approaches,I talk to my cat,to the moon and the stars.They have nothing to say.That is their…
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Salty by Charley Lenton-Lyons
Do slugs look at snailswith resentment?Similar in form,gifted the home they weren’tafforded. A cosy place toput your foot up atthe end of a tough day. Furiously munching weeds,wishing the birds wouldrainsaltdownon their affluent neighbours. Shells vacated –ready for new tenants. Charley Lenton-Lyons is a UK-based poet with a background in…
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In Her Absence by Kushagra Shringi
I see her in hazy sunlight,in busy mornings, in quiet nights,In shadows that fall on empty wallsin every dream I still recall. I hear her in the silence of night,in whispered prayers, in echoes light,Her laughter softens all my pain,like light breaking through the rain. I smell her in the…
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Wisdom by Jim Bates
Growing upHe read about itDream of having itBut never really didA mediocre studentHe did his bestHe graduated in the middle of his classHe went on to collegeHe did okayHeld a long term job for many yearsMarriage and familyLove and lossAll the way to the endNow he walks wooded trailsHe watches…
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we may be landscape by Corbett Buchley
we may be landscapea pastiche of neighborhood and terrain but do you see the graves they are hidden and not hidden in the folds of hills in the patchwork lineswe have latticed over earth a lot goes into livingwe toil like worms, like salmonbehind plows, in boats sleek nervous carnivores…