Lock | Cattail Jester
I swore
to unlock her
sweet denim goddess
with wise words
yellow hair
thick pink lips
But the key
would not work
and all I could do
was pull uselessly
on a closed dream.
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Gently Used | Edgar Law
My hands all busted
I troubled myself
to engage in creation
My feet sore
from the travel
I tried to keep on
But someone else
had the patent
stole the formula
Put me out of business
before my fingers
were even cleaned.
Outside My Window | Judy Moskowitz
Nesting on a branch
Outside my window
There are very few
In this neighborhood
Of concrete steel and
Cracked sidewalks
Undisturbed by the constant
Drone of traffic
She sings the smells
Of a small world
Part harsh part skim
I wonder if she’s considering
Winter’s frost
Branches snapping
Angry bark
Divide and separate from
Mothers’ arms
Will she be safe from the
Sounds of vitriol
Shivers of hopelessness
Have taken hold
Take a good long look
Bird outside my window
Still singing
Shelter the Storm | Pawandeep Singh
To question every truth as if it was lie,
I see the world through a different eye.
When I conquer, I rise, I feel the skies,
The lies spoken don’t cut much ice.
See you as a need born out of fear,
To ease pain of existence so sheer.
A force, a name to keep the beast in tow,
A purpose to which all must bow.
To trust, to believe with questions so few,
The powerful seek and get their due.
So distant I feel from unwavering trust,
As if on my subconscious its brutally thrust,
I look within I find only me,
No trace anywhere of the sublime thee.
Your maker am I, or my maker is you,
Quest is old but there is no answer new.
Yet, I seek guidance when I am in need,
Across, I see that it is all my deed.
I can’t see, I can’t feel you,
Anywhere far or in distance few.
Show me what I am; show me what I see,
Image of Thee or I am just me?
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50 | Cattail Jester
What should have been
a golden day of wonder
and celebration,
complete with celestial
trumpet sounds —
turns into a search into
how did I survive this
and
what made it worthwhile?
a man always called
My Little Boy
but I guess
a that is how some
anniversaries are.
Spill on Aisle… | Cattail Jester
I am the spill
that won’t clean up
It gets in everything
I spread like
fungus, teeny bop
music or rumor
I become something
I never intended
because I mingle as
I go flowing.
Wander | Kelly Alarcon
Wandering through the lifeless sky…the gravity pulling down on the
weak specks of dust…once floating freely above the sky in space
where no gravity ever existed.
Peace | Chrispan wa mo Afrika
Peace is not the absence of war,
It is not the absence of heartaches,
Not the deafeter of hate and cater of love,
But the caterer of hate and conquerer of love,
Not the devourer of wickedness,
Not even the victor of uncertainity,
It is merely much deeper than all those,
Peace is larger than life,
It’s a goddess, it needs love and hate,
To dine together as companions,
And then, Unhappiness would be more common
Than happiness, that would be peace.