Poetry

Poem – SEA CHANGE? (By Ray Gallucci)

SEA CHANGE? We typically live not a century here. And most of us travel less farther than near. It’s said, “Change is good,” though just few travel far, But see such variety – Fortunate are! So what of the many ...
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Poem – Power Kernels (By David Russell)

Power Kernels Break down the elements, split them To non-existence; Then shatter all solidity’s illusions, Free impulses Beyond the viscous mind, still feeling hard By vanity's gas upholstered. And then, for happiness’s definition, Shut the door; Relax, and don't be ...
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Poem – LOST NO MORE? (By Ray Gallucci)

LOST NO MORE? Atlantis's legend’s a mystery no more -- Just Isles Santorini remain from its shore. Volcano that blew, fifteen hundred B.C., Replaced most of Thera with nothing but sea.* Seems Plato was right, even though off by ten ...
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Poem – THINGS THAT GO “BUMP” IN THE NIGHT (By Ray Gallucci)

THINGS THAT GO "BUMP" IN THE NIGHT The comet was heading for Earth To impact directly on Perth: "Unless we avoid This death planetoid, Our lives aren't a plugged nickel worth." Too large to deflect it astray If even they ...
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Poem – Limits (By Gary Beck)

Limits You promised in front of a priest to love, honor, cherish. Then you started gambling, When you lost you started drinking. The more you lost, the more you drank. You came home drunk, yelled and cursed at me. I ...
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Poem – WILL YOU BE HERE? (By Ray Gallucci)

WILL YOU BE HERE? When swollen Sun burns red the sky, Will you be salty basin dry? When Moon is just a distant speck, Will you no longer coastlines wreck? When Venus orbits sun no more, Will you, like Mars, ...
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Poem – Rocky the Raccoon (By Danny P. Barbare)

Rocky the Raccoon On a cold winter night the raccoon eats pecans under the tree. It keeps its distance or rather I keep mine. I can hear its sharp teeth grinding on the paper shell. Wild! It stops. So I ...
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Poem – STILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) (By Ray Gallucci)

STILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) The cheering crowd three dozen years Ago’s no longer there, But, as I watch, their ghosts appear And toward the limo stare. A sunny noon in late November Nineteen sixty-three; A lady dressed in pink remembered ...
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Poem – After the Snowstorm (By Danny P. Barbare)

After the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow.   ...
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Poem – Manhattan Landlord (By Gary Beck)

Manhattan Landlord I ran a swell restaurant for many years on a good block in Manhattan. I wasn’t rich, but made a good living, paid my workers well so they were happy and passed it on to customers. Then my ...
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