Stop Me If You've Heard This... - A Poem by Stan Morrison - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Stop Me If You've Heard This… – A Poem by Stan Morrison

Please feel free to don’t hesitate to
I’d be more than happy no problem
awesome unbelievable have a nice
the last four digits this call may be
your wait time is if you act now
limited time side effects include
revolutionary important message
sources close great breakthrough
comparable value actual savings
you’ve been pre-approved
just ask your own doctor if
results may vary not typical
FDA ADL LDH LDS STP
ADP PDA PGA AGA GPA
LGA ANA DNA NAD TVA
…. never mind.

Refraction - A Poem by Ananya Chatterjee - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Refraction – A Poem by Ananya Chatterjee

They speak of love
as cotton candy
They queue up a serpent
of sweat and hope.

I’ve known love
as that balcony silhouette
in colorless petticoats
watering dead hibiscus

Her vacant eyes
have met mine at times
if only by accident.

Her wrinkles split
by narrow sun beams
stretch in half-smiles
now and again.

I’ve known love
as a gray-haired refraction
no queue can reach

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Stream of Consciousness - A Poem by Stan Morrison - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Stream of Consciousness – A Poem by Stan Morrison

I am in awe of creative ideas
irreverence for the revered
life’s too short to sit and wonder
life’s to long to fill with hatred
life’s too short to sit and wait
life’s too long not to love everyone,
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…”

Cherries - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Cherries – A Poem by G. S. Katz

Avoided them for 35 years
A person I almost married
Was a cherry eater
We ended badly
Swore them off forever
Till now

Funny how I held a grudge
against a fruit
Enjoying them again
They are dangerous though
The pits
Going slow, enjoying the ride

Lives - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Lives – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Nothing has happened ever since
the first embers of the sun
reduced to ashes, misshapen
animals pranced around
unaware of grotesque features, wildly rabbits danced, the wildlife
sanctuary nearer home
bristled with poachers
even as the sad-looking deer
withdrew into a shell, mingled with the habitat
human beings only prowled
around, and guilt hung on the wind helpless, grief in sin
who lives now, bird animal man
mammal, the elephant’s tusk is precious, more dear
than ordinary humdrum lives.

Wake-Up Call - A Poem by Stan Morrison - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Wake-Up Call – A Poem by Stan Morrison

The sun sets over the Atlantic ocean
it all depends on your point of view
no matter how many bibles you thump
top secret documents cannot be
refuge for botched clandestine acts
before this war there were wars
before this lie there were lies
history is full of unfamiliar people
selling us lies sending us to wars
when truth is known no surprise
the revolution will not be televised.

Captivity - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Captivity – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Captivity is slowly encroaching
into territory unknown
sand and quicksilver
slither into new dominion
unknown
Captivity helps to murder your own freedom
as waif-like leaves flutter
Breathing an inheritance
Living, existence
captivity erodes all wishes, drowns sorrows.

Distances - A Poem by Marie MacSweeney - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Distances – A Poem by Marie MacSweeney

I willed your wound
to heal itself
in passing days,
petitioning
each silent exhalation
to rid you a little
of your hot grief,
to be swiftly slain
in cooling air

but you seemed
to inhale it again
in scalding gasps,
hour after solitary hour,
until it burned in you,
a bright phosphorous
rooting into flesh

and there was no way
I could push aside
the air and wind
and still
your gathering hurt.

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