Poem – AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli)
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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Poem – DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (By Ray Gallucci)
DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (Based on the article “No Welcome Home” in The History Channel Magazine, January/February 2008, pp. 40-45; and other Internet sources) Ever hear of Sundown Town? Likely not, few tales around. History kept underground Lest embarrassment be found. Born and raised in Illinois, Town of Anna, since a boy? Went […]
Read morePoem – Pall Mall (By Ray Gallucci)
PALL MALL The Mall which I frequented Has now been left for dead. The thriving shops oncesplendid To other haunts have fled. Where once there was a FoodCourt Are now just empty chairs. No Kiddie Train to transport Their laughter here to there. My decade past resembles The fate of this sad Mall. Where once I crowdsassembled, […]
Read morePoem – Nocturne (By David Russell)
Nocturne Small specks at night Made light of all our thoughts Which grew, in wonder, And burned the flesh that knew them And found the first thoughts, the controlled desires, the boxed fires the thrusting shields. And spoke behind the pauses, And thought between the brain-tissues, And swarmed through infinite cells, And crowded out the millions And burned […]
Read morePoem – America Wants to Know (By Donal Mahoney)
What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse. Maybe the FBI can put the doghouse out on the lawn. He shouldn’t be a problem there. Only men jump over the fence. Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives in […]
Read morePoem – The Silver Store (By David Hernandez)
The Silver Store The store with an appearance viewed as “full of dust” is brushed aside by the sign that says “Free of Rust.” Its products have been free of scratches and fingerprint smudges, which the lines of ants haven’t made. They are clean enough to act as mirrors and containers for the sun’s heat. These […]
Read morePoem – At the Gazebo in Winter (By Danny P. Barbare)
At the Gazebo in Winter Under the gazebo, a shade of gray I can hear and see the lake lapping, just beyond the pines. Unlike winter, the empty campsites and hardwood trees I have my art called poetry.
Read morePoem – The Dry River (By John Swain)
The Dry River Red desert sky collapsing to black in the vast cottonwood shadow. Wind in the cane, rock on rock and a sheep horn in the dirt. Star on her skin in wisdom, the moon returns to mountain. Her mortal also abandons his form in the thorn fire at the dry river. Night is quiet then as I am […]
Read morePoem – In The Mood (By Donal Mahoney)
We’re going dancing, my wife and I, to a Charity Ball high in the sky where Glenn Miller’s band has been playing since 1944, the year his plane got lost over the English Channel. No wreckage was ever found, not a single body. Glenn Miller was going to France to play for American troops during World War II. Government records say he’s still “missing in action.” Maybe so, […]
Read morePoem – GREATEST STORY EVER RETOLD (By Ray Gallucci)
GREATEST STORY EVER RETOLD What if there were Sith Jedis battled with, Not just movie myth? What if Force were real? Would its Light appeal, Or the Dark us steal? Yoda Master of Force of Nature’s love Given from above? Messianic tale Of a Savior failed? Soul in Darkness jailed? But at end redeemed […]
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