Category: Poetry
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Are You Certain It’s Not Practiced Here? by Joshua Meander
Put on these glasses.One lens is a monk’s, one is a pastor’s.Now see with a blue eye & a brown eye.Our remains all will lie on a large flat rock. Here we always treatOur deceased with utmost dignity.Tradition is protected and applied.The lifeless body is not on displayFor some vultures…
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death of a method actor by Oscar Dumas
Death of a Method Actor—Play without a benefactor.White brick stained by coffee ore,By lipstick and by vomit andThe premiere we never saw. To play him and yet never onceLift the veil of the performance.How mad, diffuse and often cruel,Exploding husband and father andThe leading man to play a fool. I…
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ISO Your Blue Spot by Martin Indars
Let’s take a walk, you and I, and leave everything else behind except for the words on this page;we’ll only be a minute. What can I offer in such little time?A healthy break from mindless swipes.At the very least we’ll delightin each other’s rapt attention. By looking up we’ll also…
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Banished, Sorrow & Vanquished by Beatriz Iglesias
Banished revolving doors. where do I comewhere shall I go. uncertainty, fearunending chaos. where do I comewhere shall I go. stillness and shadowsfoot in or foot out. where do I comewhere shall I go. continuous concealdispirited, quiet. where do I comewhere shall I go. forgotten and loneforever surrounded. where do…
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My Fantasy by Koralynn McCall
My fantasy is whathelps me escape from the world. The sliver of magicI imagine in the dark, Tiny bits of reverieto fill my aching heart, Wisps of hope I feelwhen I am gazing at the stars. My fantasy,keeping me from shattering apart. But my fantasy isn’t real,it’s made up in…
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Traveling to Berlin by Ihor Pidhainy
Berlin in 1989 is not Berlin in 2024.I was in the divided city,Entered through the gate and wallPast the armed guardsAnd purchased a bag full of East German cashTo spend fruitlessly for a day. The Eastern city was slow and not decadent,As I was a tourist and not in a…
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A Lighter Step and Robin by Sarah Das Gupta
A Lighter StepSpring arrives inch by inch,an early snowdrop herethe first cuckoo there.The yellow celandines dance,golden bonnets tossed by the wind.In the woods the anemones,like powdery snow,with that light blush of pink,grow shyly in the mossbeneath the ancient oak.Cock robins battle for supremacy,No Christmas card angels now,they are fighting to…
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From Frost to Warmth by Eldora Betsy Lyngdoh
The night was still, the frost did bite,A chill in the air, a lonely sight.But then I saw him, small and alone,A child in the cold, without a home. I rushed to his side, with a heart so true,And wrapped my coat around him.His eyes looked up at me, with…
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Farmer’s Market by Max Kerwien
I’ll come back here one day withtrophies and children and show themthe honey green tea I drank,the plastic table I sat atand watched new ice meltto the live band of the week,how the percussionist and Iadmired cheese vendors andlaughed at toddlers discovering trash,overwhelmed dogs clutched bytheir owners, across from the…