Poem – A Dream (By Lynn Long)
A Dream You are but a dream… Existing in the soft whispers of a gentle breeze… Still… I wait… In the place where the white light meets the sea Where love lingers… Eternally
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A Dream You are but a dream… Existing in the soft whispers of a gentle breeze… Still… I wait… In the place where the white light meets the sea Where love lingers… Eternally
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The following is a collection of five movie based poems submitted by one of our very talented contributors…. writer & poet, Ray Gallucci. SPY IN THE SKY (Based on the movie, Eye in the Sky, ”which focuses on several sets of military and government personnel trying to decide whether to launch a drone strike that will almost certainly result […]
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Blue Collar Blues (musings of an Army Veteran) Before you start pointing fingers at me you first should start to walk in cut-rate shoes. When they’re too tight for comfort you would see they cause a lot of pain. I doubt you’d choose to navigate in clogs that blister feet. Perhaps you had a better pair to wear or […]
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A Facility for the Poor and Demented Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for years. Age and booze brought Bill there. He’s still strapped to his bed so he can’t go wandering again when he gets a taste for a beer. Bill calls Fred by name this time and asks if Jim has found a job. […]
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HERO OR ZERO? To die on the battlefield leading a charge, Your body upon a shield, burned in a barge – An image heroic of Viking portrayal Approvingly stoic, quite worthy of hail. The fireman rushing pall-mall into blaze As on 9-11, the last of his days. No body recovered from building’s collapse. Just wife, children, mother to […]
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AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli) there are realms of beauty which can only be approached by dark paths and their glow is the brightness of darkness and suffering awakening into light
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In this small, blue room— overheated, clenched by melancholy, I sit the night, guarding carnival goods, blood potions, the knife thrower’s serrated blades. Two buskers beach-walk a tune, harmonies muffled by wave’s insistence. A mathematical conceit of stars burning to earth enriches water’s lap against pier beams, a night sailor’s crossing. Taken on as apprentice, the alchemist insists […]
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CERTIFIED WorldNetDailyExclusive — http://www.wnd.com/2011/04/292717/ “A Tale of Two Birth Certificates” That Obama’s birth certificate lists a registrar that appears remarkably like a forger’s signature joke on the word “ukulele” is not the only peculiarity observed in comparing the president’s record with other long-form Hawaiian birth certificates that have been fully authenticated. Toto, I’ve a feeling […]
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Insomnia The house sleeps, but I am awake, tiptoeing back through my day. So many pieces left lying about, I want to fix them all. They’re too distant though, just beyond my fingertips, yet, squarely between me and my dreams.
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Strangers Waiting For 2 Different Trains We both spent hours waiting on the line for a ticket to Shakespeare in the Park. I saw her on the blades of grass, supine while I stood up behind her on a lark I’d talk to her. “What’s the play about,” she asked, before I knelt on down beside her to explain, ‘The […]
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