Poem – EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera)
EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter…
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EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter…
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Age Has Curtains An incident in youth never meant to happen recorded on a pad to be read another time is found decades later in a drawer of socks by the writer who is then on the precipice of age. His reading glasses help him understand who it was and why he did it. Not so funny now. Can’t apologize. He’s […]
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Do not sneer at this poem Call me a bard of doom But do not sneer at this poem: The searing sun tickled the ribs of the sky it all stared, yes, that tragedy began with a safe smile squirting in the form of slender drizzles like sick tubers. they say Mother Nature is slow to anger indeed, a […]
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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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All I need is a drop of dew and the shade of cherry tree to think to think a lovely thought.
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Same Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters I seek the same God as they do Forgive me that I touch not Those things Ungiven to me […]
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Swig How many people live their lives balanced on cups of caffeine or, like my recently deceased uncle, fill their trailer lives with brown bottles, windows hazed over with cigarette smoking, deciding it too difficult to rise from the stained sofa, choosing old Star Trek VHS movies instead of walking into reality?
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Cold Water Raining between Them Annie has a nice washing machine now but she remembers the one her mother had with the wringer, the old-fashioned kind. Her mother took in washing and when the washing machine would break Annie would become half the wringer. Mother would hold the waist of wet pants and Annie would grip the cuffs and they’d […]
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Whispers of Hope (Dedicated to Hurricane Katrina Victims) by, Melissa R. Mendelson Tears pour over endless cries as footprints vanish in the mud left behind by those whose world has been ripped away. Stranded in a place once called home, all the dreams slip away like moments in time that we took for granted. The golden days of life […]
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Rear View Mirror Basking on the beaches of the Amalfi Coast I left the world behind, in southern Italy. It was so unique and exclusive. I was glad to see the dust fly in my rear view mirror.
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