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Calico 1303 oceloT - A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Calico 1303 oceloT – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

UpOn That Rocky Crag,
On High With The Founding Ghosts Of Marshes… Once To Be As Kings,
With Questions Travelling Across The Dire Breaking,
Where No Copper Could Be Thrown Up To Cover,
At Times To Eclipse And Quicken,
The RestLess Paramount AFlame… Then To Be As Rover…

Treading CoastLines And Then To LaundryLines,
Semaphore Sophomore Surf…

Waves From The TollBooths,
Loose Like MilkTeeth…

For Crickets To Be Ruled By Cicadas,
Examined As Patients… Willing To Escape,
From Triangles And Bermuda Shorts,
SmokeStacks And Coal-Chambers…


The Ocean Blue,
Under Bridges And Spreading As Bed-Sheets…

Spooling Its Thread Around Fossils Of Expectations Held Great,
Passed On By As Faces Change…

Those Whose Faces Change…



Those Faces Have Changed.

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Watching - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Watching – A Poem by G. S. Katz

I like to watch you
Falling asleep
After our
passion has spoken
You lie on your side
The covers half off
Wearing nothing
but a sweet smile
The house is quiet
The day has been stripped away
And your beauty is what remains
Filling me with thoughts
of tomorrow…

The Clock Sat Smugly on the Shelf - A Poem by Firestone Feinberg - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

The Clock Sat Smugly on the Shelf – A Poem by Firestone Feinberg

The clock sat smugly on the shelf,
As if upon a throne,
Contented with uncounted wealth
Accrued through debtor-loan.

One thousand minutes from the lad
Who tried some time to keep-
Two hundred hours from the maid
Who’d stolen off to sleep–

And twenty days the afternoon
Full washed away by rain–
And thirty weeks- owed by the moon–
For daring so to wane.

Then laughed and laughed the greedy clock,
And selfish sneaked his hands,
As screaming trumpets- tick and tock–
Exclaimed his steep demands.

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Three Poems by P.K. Deb - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Three Poems by P.K. Deb

Seventeen blank shots
five each for birth and death,
wedding gets seven.

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Wrestling or scuffling
quite intimate dual,
an earthly comfort.

~~~~~

An accomplishment
grows ten hands in a body
pays to two only.

The Lesson - A Poem by Claire Meadows - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

The Lesson – A Poem by Claire Meadows

Did we find answers there? Across
The square they walked in groups, twos, threes.
You watched, trying to recall a lesson,
The Latin I had traced with a fingertip.
A lesson common to them all.

The air was green, and the jasmine had turned,
The smell sickly yellow.
Delicate. No-one could bear it,
But you, who made an afternoon bloom, and
Flushed me out from my study. For all time.
Caught me, like a child, with remembrance.
With voices from your past, breaking my peace,
And deserting me. My love.
You wore your crown of bays and recalled the lesson.
And my place was shattered.

I think we found our answers there. In a place,
That you could break and tear.
Until all that was left was me.
Did you still come willingly?

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