Beautiful Birds | David P. Carroll
My love for you is endless
And true sweetheart,
I truly love everything about you,
My love is now for you,
So take my hands and fall in love watching the birds
Sing from above…
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My True Love | Aurora Teel
I’ve never felt this way before,
You’ve brought out of me
A hopeful, joyful being,
Someone so different from
Who I was before,
A new person
Unafraid of life and bounding
Forward with courage and hope,
Floating on air.
I feel safe in your arms,
You’e the one for me,
My one and only,
My reason to be,
My true love forever.
Animal Kingdom | Stan Morrison
how do you pronounce the e in giraffe
what exactly makes the hyenas laugh
rabbits are silent, wiggling their nose
sniffing for carrots or maybe a rose
i’ve noticed cats just stick with meow
wanting to say more, not knowing how
elephants play trumpets, raccoons on bassoons
they’re forming a band and will be ready soon
At First Blush | Mary Bone
Flowers in a secret garden,
at first blush-cheeks
the color of a fine rosé wine.
Gone?… | Jim Bellamy
Gone, like a song that lingers on, wrong, the way is endless song. i was
lost inside the rain, i was lost before you came. gone, like a song that
lingers on.
strong was the place where we first met. wrong was the palace
of our debt. strong was the place where death grew long. gone, like a song
that lingers on. gone, like a chiming face of blood, strong as the breaker
of the bud.
when you came i was atoned, when you reigned, i was
alone. gone, like a song that lingers on, gone, like a song that lingers on.
like a serenade of wrongs, gone; like a mutiny of wrongs, gone; as the sun
that burns in the endless womb, as the wharven waters in the moon, as the
stretch of fire, as the furied face, as the semen dream in the gilded
case
gone, like a song that lingers on; gone, like a song that lingers
on. gone?!
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Sunkissed Beauty | Mary Bone
Sun kissed beauty,
lying on the beach
a conch shell to her ear,
eating a juicy peach.
Madonna Revisited | Stan Morrison
the bathtub’s filled with oatmeal
it has to be some kinda mistake
life’s perverse vignettes
are more than I can take
it’s a no-integrity world
i’m not a no-integrity girl
all one-way roads converge
leaving me no way to turn
a modern disaster of design
it’s apparently of no concern
it’s a supercilious kinda world
I’m no supercilious kinda girl
everyone says they’re in the minority
numerically it can’t work out that way
your calculators are so useless
so smile and have a happy day
it’s a prime number sorta world
i’m a multi-factorial kinda girl
Egotism | Blanca Alicia Garza
The alarm clock chimes
5 a.m. and another day starts
by sorting through the good
and bad that we have to
deal with every single day.
The unkindness of some
brings me fear because
egotism is certainly
the special of the day.
People walking by staring
down at their phones without
looking where they are going.
I wonder what kind of world
we will leave our children
if this one is falling apart.
Poetry | Chris Byrne
It’s just words written
in the right order,
random thoughts
plucked from the mind.
Unscrambled words,
mixed emotions,
put onto paper,
slowly typed.
Patience, perseverance
trying, getting words out,
ideas, ideas inspiring
words, uplifting spirits.
Brain freezes, mental blocks,
self-doubt plaguing
indecisive minds,
typing, editing.
They’re just words, they say,
words of wisdom, a lifelong
passion to inspire, to
dream, to write.
Lack of sleep, bleary screens,
long hours, tiredness,
we do it, for we
are poets.
The Footbridge | Anna Banasiak
Childhood in Poland.
Carefree and warm.
We flounder in the water like beavers
and although leeches pinch us in the calves
we build the dam.
The river is dreaming.
Reflecting as in a mirror
the familiar faces
of friends and loved ones,
they forgot me,
their children have grown up
and gone into the unknown.
The river is dreaming.
And I’m still standing on the footbridge.
I’m afraid to jump.
Cross the dam of time.