Tales of the Lake Too | Susan N. Aassahde
The neighbour tussle
of canoe pantomime:
the crumble elephant
mirror of lay flounce;
otter rebuke cost.
poetry web
Sand Castle of Camaraderie | April Mae M. Berza
Let us build the sand castle of camaraderie
Where we could hear the minstrel music,
Away from the seething town of the meek
As the sun vainly tries to gild the sea.
Vista | Baris Semerci
supply demand curve
randomly chosen data
tell us something new
looking at the empty space
in a beautiful vista
More at https://twitter.com/hwl76/status/1259082428745953281.
Just for One Night | PYG's Whisper
Just for one night
can I stop pretending!
The more I see you the more I want you
In the darkness,
neither the moon nor candles nor even the sun
can illuminate my eyes
Only your golden glow
has the power to clean
the black feelings that cover my heart
Your smile painted
on your honey lips
makes me survive
As soon as I touch you
my body flies to heaven
My heart is lost in your chest
and your mysterious look
makes my mind confused
Is it love between us?
or maybe what I feel
is a stupid adopted imagination
of an old story about
the impossible love between
a slave and the princess!
Just for one night,
can you share with me your warmth?
Just for one night
can you play the role of the prince
who saves Snow White with a kiss?
Just for one night
can you forget who I am
and welcome my frozen body in your arms?
If it could be possible that I leave the world tomorrow
Let me put an end to my life beside you just for one night…
Of Lust and Its Aftermath | Ajise Vincent
Let me chew
on the benignancy
of your smile, your attitude,
your beauty,
with tandem grandeur
like a ruminant
that finds solace
in a haven of cuds.
Let me grind
your emotion, your he(art),
your being,
with my molars
of affection
till become soft & mesh-like
like an ice cream
fondling
my oesophagus
in frosty artistry.
Lend a Hand | Scott Thomas Outlar
Keep it simple
as the sky falls
Take it easy
when the flood comes
Roll the dice
with house money
Bet the future
that nothing really matters
Smirk and laugh
at the lemmings
Help the herd
toward a slaughter
Pay the debt
with counterfeit currency
Waste the sun
it’ll rise again
More at https://17numa.wordpress.com/.
The Thin Line | Scott Thomas Outlar
People act so polite,
wearing their civil mask attire.
“How are you?” as she scans each item.
“Fine, fine, and you?” as he pulls out his card.
But should those shelves
one day be empty,
and should those bellies
one day be growling,
how soon it shall be
before niceties are left in the store
while war rages in the streets
over the simple necessities of survival.
More at https://17numa.wordpress.com/.
Conversing about Life | Kushal Poddar
Your silence speaks to mine,
greets good morning, makes
green tea with honey.
Blink, your loose tee. Blink,
your pile of homework.
Future arrived early.
One bird on the window
maintains its thin balance
as if the wood shed
its state of being, light
lighter than photons.
And time dissolves its
firmness. Isotopes
of nothingness roam
from the room of sleep
on whose door sways
Disturbance Shall Be
Treated With Silence
to the room of hush
whose door is ajar.
And you stir them all,
dutifully theirs.
More at https://wordssurfacing.wordpress.com.
Prayer for Donnie at the End of the Line | Stan Morrison
I’m just a lonesome narcissistic salesman
Wandering this country. hawking my wares
Selling my useless medicines. miracle cures
And the purple pills to get everything right
Wherever I travel I attract needy crowds
Loving good news no matter how absurd
But now I seem to be running out of road
Dear Daddy, please help your simple son
Such a close call, near the end of the line
My helpless weak and sinful sales son
Don’t dare try your own miracle cures
You’re worse off than the needy crowds
I’m all out of the untraceable solutions
I see that you have now run out of road
So long, sappy, this is the end of the line