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The Emperor Knew It Was Closeing – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

Go… As Constantine InTo The Colosseum,
UpOn The Weakening Necks Of Serpentine Gods…
…
…
Spiralling Staircases Winding Down InTo The Eras Of Haste,
You Will Find Slick Boroughs And Stick Men,
With Sticky Meat Piled High On Market-Placed Altars,
Sweet Poison Wafting From Shuttered Cracks,
Catatonic Stoneings And Old Fashioned Barterings,
There Is No Sky… Only Wires And Rain OverHead,
One Thing Or The Other To Stab InTo Your Jacket And Slice Off A
Chunk,
The Tribes There Have Their Prophets Etched InTo Their Clocks And
Closets…
…
Shrines With Back-Doors Leading To Deeper Markets,
Their Salesmen Have No Lips… And So They Sell No Romance,
A Crumbleing Recess With The Occasional Murmur Of Fadeing Light,
And If You Linger A Minute Too Long… The Light Becomes A Sliver…
…
Embeds ItSelf InTo You…
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Then The Door Shuts… Locks Tight,
All BeComes As It Was BeFore… Hidden From What Was Above,
And The Only Thing Giveing Off A Glow…
…
Is You.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca.

The Third Act – A Poem by Roy Pullam

September 22, 2023 / Poetry Website / comment on poetry, poems, poems to read, poetry websites / Leave a Comment

We look for an oasis
In our retirement
A place where shade
Breaks the aging sun
A place of peace
Where the water
Runs sweet
Where cooling breezes
Break the wilting heat
But age is relentless
Invading the best
Of plans
Leaving infirmity
In its wake
The unsettling fears
That what we have
Is not enough
That our burden
Will be shared
Against our will
With those we love
Those who pick up
The shards
Of the mirror
That once reflected
An independent soul

Mrs. Crowe – A Poem by Roy Pullam

September 19, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, poems, poetry online / Leave a Comment

I still hear her voice
Stronger than seemingly possible
From such a small frame
Never in doubt
With such certainty
Picking the perfect lines
Held cold
In mental storage
Rolling from her lips
With such reverence
As if the poet
Whispered them
In her ear
A secret
Between the bard and her
Such wonder of memory
She defying
The limits of age
Reciting with no hesitation
No break in cadence
Such delight
Those verses are mine now
The cold of the woods
The glory of the daffodil
The inevitability
Of death
A head
Bloody but unbowed
They are mine
But with all my will
Still unable to freely give
The legacy; the beauty
She passed to me
And that good
Will end
With my stilled tongue
Oh, for apostles
Acolytes to carry the torch
To another generation
Words I fear
Will be buried
With the few
Who heard
Her siren song

Amnesic Paradise – A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar

September 9, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, poems / Leave a Comment

There is greatness
in everything
if you have
good inner vision.

Can you see it?
Can you digest it?
Can you sleep on it?
Will it inform your dreams?
Will you wake with more?
Will tomorrow be The Day?

There is greatness
in everything,
even the last sip of wine
for the night,
even the trip
to the graveyard
to visit your girlfriend’s grandmother’s plot,
even the rain
when you’re already wet,
even the drought
when you’re so very parched.

There is greatness
in everything,
even if you are blind and dumb
and stupid and mute.

There is greatness
in everything,
whether you are true
or false or fake
or real.

There is greatness
in everything
if you just forget
everything else.

More at http://17numa.wordpress.com/.

The Orange Lounge – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

April 5, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, great poems, modern poems, modern poetry, online poetry, poems / Leave a Comment

Tin-Can Cosmic,
Swing-AWay And Peel Back,
A Step Out Of Time To Kick It Empty,
Down The Corridor… To Its Ricochet,
Flip It Negative InTo The Air,
The White Room… Now A Black Room,
Now No Piano… Only The Horns,
No Whispering… No Talking… Only A Sound Of Elastic Distance,
No Going Back To Pick Up Where Space Left Its Mark,
Now Standing… One Hand… Holding Its Collapse,
Eyes Craveing For Corners…
…
No Corners… Now All Is Curved,
The Bend Around The End…
…
Corners Craveing For Eyes…
One Handing… Now It Stands… Collapseing Its Hold,
Back Where No Space Is Left To Mark Its Going,
No Whispering… No Talking… Only A Distance,
Now No Keys… Only A Pitch,
The Black Room… Now A Red Room,
Flip It Negative InTo The Air,
Drown The Ricochet… To Its Horrid Door,
Kick It Open To Step InTo Frame,
Swing-Back And Peel AWay,
Answer No Thing.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca/2014/09/the-orange-lounge.html.

Boots Left Hanging – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

April 4, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, great poems, modern poetry, original poets, poems, poetry modern poetry / Leave a Comment

Dirty Black,
Road Like A Ribbon That Stretches For Miles,
Stealing Nautical Glory From Any Landed Shark,
With Its Fair Share Of Allure And Cripples,
Six Feet From The Gravel Or Its Gold,
Down To The Reservoir To Break It For A Ditch…
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Smokeing Smooth-Shogun Soul Spilling Out From A BullDozer’s Blasted
Guts,
Checkered Shirted Engineers Of The Endorphin Bum-Rush Pulling Its
Levers…
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With Ghosts And Prostitutes Hooking Their Hitches Off The Level…
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White Collared,
ATypical UnTill Typically By The WaySide Evangelical And Tight,
Sniffing Out The Details… Droplets Of Blood On The Braille,
CrossRoads Dusty To Trust The Hanged Man’s Tree With Scratched
Initials,
Six Feet From The Grave Or Its God,
Up To The Bough To Make It For A Witch.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca/2014/08/boots-left-hanging.html.

To Surreal, With Love – A Poem by Ralph Monday

April 3, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, great poems, modern poetry, original poets, poems, poetry modern poetry / Leave a Comment

To Surreal, With Love
Sheree North died aged 72,
one of the last in a long line of Fox blondes
stretching from Sonja Henie, Alice Faye,
Betty Grable, June Haver to Jayne Mansfield
and Marilyn Monroe.

North, hired by 20th Century-Fox, the intention:
making her the next Monroe, height and measurements
she almost matched exactly.

She told an interviewer in 1983, “same reaction when producers
hear my name, the blonde who was to
have taken over from Marilyn Monroe.”

February 1954, the 21-year-old dancer signed with Fox
[who had] problems with the unreliable Monroe.
The following year, North featured on the cover of
Life magazine, lead in How To Be Very, Very Popular,
a part which Monroe turned down.

It was a lively launch to her career. Paired with the
38-year-old Betty Grable (in her last screen role), North
seemed fresh,energetic, in number “Shake, Rattle and Roll,”
publicized as “the first rock’n’roll dance on the screen!”

Erasure Poem
Source: Bergan, Ronald. “Sheree North.” The Guardian. Friday 18 November
2005

Jesters By The Clay – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

April 3, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, great poems, modern poetry, original poets, poems, poetry modern poetry / Leave a Comment

The More I See,
The Less I Believe…
…
…
So Might I Stab My Green Thumbs InTo The Sky,
Bring Down The Wrinkled Reign,
The Blues And The Less Than UnKnown,
With Friends… Seekers… Of Trips Through Wooden Horses,
Then Catch The Fire… Be Spirited AWay By Totem Permutations,
A Pecking Order That Freezes In The Skipping Of Stones,
Splashing Down With Medallions InTo Open Snapping Jaws…
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The More It Eats,
The Less I Become…
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To Incubate WithIn That Lighthouse’s Hollow Gut,
Heavy Is The Hand That Feeds The Flame,
Light Is The Head That Leads The Hand,
An Amuseing Absurdity In BeTwixt The Smoke And The Teeth,
Fogging Up The Parting Valley’d Sea,
With One Last Toke On The Bell’s Yoke,
Wishing For The Queen Of Mermaids To Gasp Lovingly…
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And So I Leapt…
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Immortalized In Defeat,
With The Lessons Won.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca/2014/08/jesters-by-clay.html.

Floral Yellow – A Poem by Roy K. Austin

April 1, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, great poems, modern poetry, original poets, poems, poetry modern poetry / Leave a Comment

So it seems to the profound
that love grows upward from the ground,
as slowly as that ice thaws, but then
mid closed buds, the odd one open
that tries to rush the spring,
or so it seems to touch the heart,
as if risking it’s life to greet me,
and how it tugs my tendril spirit
fearing the sun, too weak to save it
and all the rest, the waiting wise
or so it seemed to my surprise,
along the old track to the mere
with Wordsworth, singing in my ear.

More at roykaustin.weebly.com.

The Prison of My Dreams – A Poem by Rebecca Delahoz

March 31, 2023 / Poetry Website / contemporary poetry, modern poetry, original poem, poems / Leave a Comment

I look at my life and see who I really am. I see how others may see me. Staring at myself in the mirror I’m forced to see the real me. The me I try to hide from others around me.

I see someone who dares to dream, but dreaming is all that she does. She knows where she wants to be even how to get there, but doesn’t dare walk away from her ways.

So in her dreams she stays. The fear of breaking free and having to
overcome her insecurities holds her back from this person she wants to be. Staring in the mirror looking at the reflection that doesn’t match this girl in her dreams. She screams. Living in a prison of her dreams. The fear of knowing she’s not breaking free.

How do you overcome so that you may break free? It’s a prison I feel inside of me. I need to be the real me. I put myself in this prison of my dreams. The shackles that hold me down are all the insecurities I let grow and take control of me. In the end it’s me who dreams, and it’s only me who can break free from the prison of my dreams.