Minding – A Poem by M Spear
I’m going to imagine
a better life for us
painting its bright bits
with neuron connections
finding the reality in
gray pallet, washed over
tones of the real world.
As If Type 1 Wasn't Enough – A Poem by Wanda Morrow Clevenger
borderline Randle
McMurphy-ism
drew me to the online
diabetes groups
those needle gurus
were veterans,
some since childhood
they were spouting
percentages
and number slash numbers
glucose levels
MDI
BGL
ketones
bolus
lantus loading
– before or after sex? –
subtracting fiber
from carb
and pumps and
brands–glitches–cost–
warranty expectancy
there was moaning and
wailing about something
or something else
that no one had a
universal answer for
or ever would
and no one dared speak
of recipes or food per se,
food oddly verboten
when I mentioned
I was enjoying
some success
with inhaled insulin
some helpful Type 2
said using that stuff
would give me
cancer
More at http://wlc-wlcblog.blogspot.com/.
The Crush – A Poem by Wanda Morrow Clevenger
a girl in my graduating class
had a crush on
our married biology teacher
she was the overachiever
kind, the over-confident
kind, the kind
that runs for class president
and more than often wins
and this crush was
the kind that strangles
virgins in their sleep
the kind that possesses
overachieving virgins
until they commit
to mortifying acts
her need to expose
the crush was such
that she drew his face
and left the signed sketch
in her desk
for him to find,
to find and fall
hopelessly
I don’t know why
she told me, we
weren’t friends,
or why she thought
he would
rummage through
her desk, hers and
hers alone
but I have decided
that a janitor found it
during summer break
and didn’t give it
a second look
More at http://wlc-wlcblog.blogspot.com/.
Migraine – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Darkness is a splitting headache
wobbling around, groping
for senses in oblivion
pitch dark in winter’s month
heavily burdened wind
is on a run, migrating birds
cheeping. Heartache is on.
The migraine continues.
Time – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Nowhere will you find
an hourglass measuring
time, only a reflection
of it under sundials
of history.
Lost Word – A Poem by JD DeHart
I lost a word
again today, mid-sentence
My meaning hung in still
air between reason
and just plain ignorance
My tongue searched
the roof of my mouth but
no noun could be found
the back of my molar
but no verb was hiding
My eyes flitted but no
adjectives returned my gaze
So I simply changed
the subject like veering
into another verbal lane.
Agnostic's Prayer – A Poem by Stan Morrison
We gather together to ask the lord’s blessing
stop those who are ordained from undressing
before women and children without confessing
no savior’s ever gonna butt in
angels are drinkin’ tonic and gin
Sister Theresa’s gonna elope
Father O’Connor’s word of honor
a chance to fornicate they hope
before bed check, make our break
ending celibacy’s what’s at stake
religions trump common sense
and underwrite rabid causes
name the enemy, pass judgment
mete out punishments define honor
build chasms between dogma and understanding
operate with slogans and retaliation
closing many doors and many coffins
amen.
We Kissed And… – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Nothing else happened
We could have gotten a room
We didn’t though
Innocence won
The Worrier – A Poem by Ian Fletcher
Stress has been his constant companion
lodestar of his neurotic universe
spanning his life from beginning to end
a rope bridge across a shark-filled ocean.
How he would sweat over school exams
then worry about his college degree
while fretting over his chosen career
and if ever he’d get that first promotion.
A steady girlfriend brought him no respite
only the fear she might not be Miss Right
marriage unleashing a new set of woes
with the bills and the thirty year mortgage
and whether they could afford two kids.
But even retirement gives him no joy
being as stressed as when he was a boy
his golden years yielding fresh anxieties
about his wealth lasting and his health.
Alas it is I trapped in this fraught world
and in this moment of contemplation
I ask myself what salvation there is
for such a man as me yet must conclude
my worries on this earth will never cease
and that death may be my only release
Poetry of Life – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Autumnal green
sun auburn
bites dust of feet
and suddenly
it’s work
work and morning
enmeshed in claptrap
rush, rush with noise
autumnal equinox
Gods have forgiven
draped in saris
drowned in rivers
autumnal breathing
poetry of life.