Sabany | Edgar Law
White socks, gum
chewing… easy to love.
Broad smile, crow’s
hair… a nice observation.
A new life wrapped
up like an ornate package,
a kiss… the bow on top.
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The Bestowing Boy | Aravind Bhargava
Once there was a boy,
For whom conferring was a joy.
And the boy loves his friend so much,
And enjoys everyday in his touch.
Every day the boy visits his house,
And a feeling of joy arouse.
At the time of acquiring something from his friend,
Saying “No thanks” was his real trend.
And the boy was happy.
One day the boy perceived,
A bull searching for food to be received.
And famished poor people pleading
People for food feeding.
And condolence stimulated over the boy.
The boy on the very next day,
To keep the starving away.
Took grains, silage and balancing food after lunch,
For the bull and the poor people to munch.
And by seeing the elated tears,
The feeling of pity in the boy clears.
And the boy was happy.
But time went by,
And the boy prolonged offering thereby.
One day the boy’s beloved friend,
Visited the boy’s house for joy to tend.
And the boy offered something for his friend,
As giving was his real trend.
And the boy was happy.
Conclusion
Always keep your hand
In a conferring position, rather than
In an acquiring position.
And if you always expect
Something from others
You are a beggar
Hazardous | Cattail Jester
These are the hazardous
Contents of an acid soul
The eroding observations
Of a heated madness
Steam rising off the sidewalk
Or death-giving sludge
Have nothing on me.
Adequate | Edgar Law
Just so little
So much, so polite
Just enough
to feel felt
Rising to the bar
turning and stopping
Dropping back
down to the world
like a snowflake
or bit of dander.
First Aid | Catherine Howe
As the smiles and sunlight pass before me, encapsulated in stasis on
screen, I am falling. This is not a fall to be prepared for, but sharp and sudden. Shocking.
In clear view, I see myself. It comes to me that I will never have
this. My time has passed, as the past lies dormant, undercutting all. All that I have been and all I have been is shaped by a damaged dream. A broken paradise deep within.
The bride, glowing and warm. The groom, proud and home. Their dreams, fresh and exciting. I stand just outside of this familiar scene, gazing with joy for them and rot for myself.
I will forever remain a stillborn bride, a stagnant wife. First, my
heart was broken. Second, my dreams were broken. Which is worse? I
know the truth. A truth which is now more evident than ever.
With the blindfold peeled away, I can see the truth. My truth.
I keep the blindfold close, in case of emergency. I fold it carefully and store it in my first aid kit. Alongside this are bandages, pain relief and sedatives. There is a needle and thread, crudely packaged, resting on top of an unopened instruction manual. Should I open it?
Hidden in the first aid kit is an old fashioned pack for open heart
surgery. There are implements and tools of all shapes and sizes,
framing the heart itself. The heart which beats quietly, echoing,
taunting: “Take me. Wear me. Use me.” This is his whisper, as he
waits, impatiently and sinister.
I have looked upon this heart before. I even approached it once, with a hesitant finger and thumb. I am closer now. Closer and calmer. This heart is mine.
Night Life | Judy Moskowitz
It all happens
On the other side
Of midnight
There’s a different moon
That shines
In a different way
Depending on what side
You’re on
Music is smoking hot
Sweating in full swing
Poems are born
Through a slow dance
Lie’s are left
Twelve hours behind
On the other side
Through a trap door
Dopers are craving to score
With legs intertwined
An Argentine tango
Has arrived
Giving way to a heat wave
Girls in their sky scrapper
Heels are working overtime
Pimps have branded
Their cattle
The moon has gone to bed
And so have I
A Sweet Friend | Blanca Alicia Garza
I saw a tiny being on the ground and I moved closer to see what it
was, I found a little bird hurt and bleeding, hurting my heart .
I took him inside and cleaned his little feathers and fed him while I caressed his little head gently.
He was happy, singing and jumping everywhere, although with a
shattered wing he could not fly. It made me happy to see him feeling better and even thought I saw him smile.
But sadly the next day he didn’t move anymore. This little soul was
flying again, free and happy, but he took a piece of my heart.
I will miss your sweet face, goodbye my little friend.
Proximity | Edgar Law
Come close to me
I will be closer to you
Anything less than two
feet in distance (not
in shoes) makes people
feel uncomfortable.
Listen to my ideas
and the hum of my voice.
Then trail away
if you please.
If You Were Here | Walid Abdallah
If you were here, life would smile
The desert would taste the Nile
Birds would never stop singing
The sun would never stop burning
Trees would blossom in the fall
Leaves would grow but never fall
My heartbeats would call your name
Each beat would never be the same
I would look at you and never blink
Into your deep heart I would sink
I would feel the warmth of your breath
Butterflies would never know death
Stars would happily dance in the sky
Mountain dew would never dry
The sun would never set
Trees would never be wet
Snow would never melt
Sorrow would never be felt
Joy would always dominate
The moon would never be late
The desert would be green
Sand would never be seen
Flowers would no longer wither
Day and night would be seen together
Storms would stop blowing
Rivers would never stop flowing
If you were here, in my arms so near
Life would stop orbiting only to hear
The heart that beats only for your sake
Promise me you will never break
Dreams | Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Our frozen thoughts go on travel.
Where are the dreams of a just world?
An inaudible touch, snow falls on the bank,
And the hoped Yesterday has broken down.
Our frozen thoughts go on travel.
Where are our dreams of warmth and security?
Practise patience, sharing small moments,
Pause, each in his own way —
Not always have to stay more,
Therein lies the strength of our past dreams, perhaps.