HAILSTORM OF HELLFIRE One hour dissolves degradingly into the next And my eyes burn with dead sunlight and my own dusty misery As I wait in helpless spiritual poverty For whatever new hailstorm of hellfire Is next to knock on my door. My dignity has been taken. My children are being stolen. Each day my recovery takes more from me. […]
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We are all creatures of this great earth — interconnected in ways beyond understanding. Take elephants. So big. So strong. And yet, when a member of the herd passes, even elephants mourn. They gather around, extend their trunks, and gently touch the tusks of their fallen friend. It’s their ritual. It’s how they heal. And it’s sad. And it’s beautiful. […]
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To The Last Detail AND THE YOUNG WHORE PLAYED OUT HER PART AS THE FORGOTTEN SAILORS PLAYED OUT THEIRS SHE LOOKED SO LOVELY SITTING THERE ALL NAKED AND BEAUTIFUL ENTICING THE PRISONER TO RUN AWAY. AND HE DID TRY TO RUN AWAY BUT HIS COMPADRES CAUGHT HIM REBUKING HIM FOR ESCAPING ABUSING HIM FOR RUNNING […]
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A RESTFUL MIND (By Joseph Cavera) After so many days Of laying one’s hands to work One searches the many ways That duties can be skipped and shirked At these particular times When the inside of one’s eyelids Holds the more alluring of charms Than the world around We find ourselves searching At distant grounds For a […]
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PENULTIMATE for David Ferry (July, 21, 2015) At 91, David tells me that he is nearly finished with his Aeneid translation and that he has started his next book which he has tentatively called Underworld, and he is already three poems in, and when the Aeneid goes to press he’ll focus more on this newest book, but not […]
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Vampires only live in legends, but the thirst to be eternal burns deep in heart as cities ignite with humanity crashing through, and the sun sets on another day of history. And I desire to see beyond another tomorrow and live what you dream, destroy what you fear, and hold this world in hands of eternity. [su_melissa_mendelson]
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He is not from the arid or barren foreign lands His faded-green-coat, hooded sweater, his dog-tag, his canteen, and his metal cup on a green worn out blanket, all tell me, he is one of our bravest men who proudly has served his country. He is a veteran of the wars in the land of power and plenty. He […]
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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 […]
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Aspirations gone, little remains. Daily routine the dwindling hope things will get better. Aging, illness, terrorism, tainting tomorrows, another vessel lost on uncharted seas. Author Bio: ‘Temporal Dreams’ is an unpublished poetry collection that reveals our preoccupation with material things, sometimes to excess. Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as […]
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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. [su_danny_p_barbare]
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