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Category: Poetry
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Colorful Game Booth
Unrequited love through a poem titled, “Colorful Game Booth.” By Ana Surguladze, a poetry editor with Flora Fiction.
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Black Marble by Rock Martinez
“Black Marble” is an illustrative tribute to lives that have been lost for the USA. Robert Martinez is a 75-year old veteran who has been writing poems, short stories and novels for over fifty years.
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Translations by Rick McElhany
We are blue moon shadows,moving in a soft, improvised dance —a bit clumsy, at times, but sincere,and grateful for this special timein a place that is not ours.A meadowlark’s alarmhas been the only signof any indignation from our hosts. Dances of mice and insects,in rustling leaves and grasses,are not lost…
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A Response by Geoffrey B. Elliott
It is hard to blame them for theirFear.They are of the generation they are,Credulous of broadcast media, despite its lies,Because the lies are familiar and comforting in that familiarity,Even as they portend doom that comes fromOther sources than those that offer it.They are the children of duck-and-cover,The daily looked-for end…
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Still Life by Katarina Balazsova
Katarina Balazsova, born in Czechoslovakia to a Hungarian family, moved to Canada in 2004, searching for identity. She now thrives on writing in her adopted language. Her poetry has been published in Ascent Aspirations Magazine, Crap Orgasm, Poetry Pacific and in Sustenance: Writers from BC and Beyond on the Subject…
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Black Sheep by Surakshya Kiju
Surakshya Kiju, a.k.a. Coco, is passionate about writing. She is a blogger at Poems From Heart, where she pours her heart out, laying bare her emotions as she portrays the world through her eyes. Her poems—which range from rhymes to sonnets—have been published in literary magazines.
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When Pigs Fly by Saul Huggins
Six years ago Swine flu visited our farm, Forcing Virginia Hambone to stand firmAgainst the public use of mucky troughs,Which was causing the trots and coughs. Pigs were ordered to remain in their styesAnd baptize their trotters to avert demise.Sty-to-sty sales sows solicited salty swill.A barn was set for the expired…
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Reality Check by Karima Hoisan
Yes, I rememberThe night sounds of summer, Windows echoing the call to prayer, Kids playing in the streets, Wind blowing our sheets, Curtains swaying to the beat, With too loud music from a party somewhere, A wedding procession honking their horns, The smell of hot falafel, Shrill sirens and voices, Hot words and hot scorns. We…
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Midsummer Night By Nazarii Nazarov
Let me my Lordregain my voiceattain my choicein your unaltered fate and mightlet me regain myself in spiteof being a mere opportunity of beingnot yet fulfilledtake mercy on my labors and toilson the way to non-existentperfectioning of one’s selfthe louder your voice inthe deafening thunder of nightsthe darker the darkness…