Giger | Angelica Fuse
Genius
with pen and ink
draws up visions
of nightmare
armored creatures.
read a poem
Love, the Very Being of You | Mónika Tóth
Dedicated to my best Romanian friend Vasile
Goodness, the very heart of you,
Joy, radiates in the life of you,
Love, the very being of you, being you.
Golden Hair | Tempest Brew
You
of the golden
hair
beautiful
sometimes sour
expression
lead me
past
the land mines
of the heart
smile
your half
smile
upon me.
Not Planning on It | J. Ash Gamble
Yes, there’s not much
planning here, this dry
land of busted up dreams,
just swinging by the edge
of an old promise
like kids on a tire swing
at the old house.
Sly | Edgar Law
She’s got that sly
Grin that points
The finger
Sly grin that says
Where there’s smoke
There’s fire
Sly grin that says
Step away
No chance, She’s taking
the car.
Out of Town | Edgar Law
I’m from another
Place hiding under
My wide hat in the sun
I’m another language
Never heard around here
A new dance
Nobody else knows
‘Cause I make it up
As I go.
Love Domination | Loriz
Love is like an unbroken melody
that flows amidst the world’s cacophony;
the hymn to mend discordant harmony;
uniting hearts in blended symphony.
Love is the air that flutters butterflies;
a brickfielder that warms the summer skies.
It is the gust of wind when lover cries;
it is an endless breath; it never dies.
Love passes beyond human cognition;
no gender no time no age can reason;
the truest of hearts is its dominion,
nothing can hinder its own volition.
To those who love make sure your heart is true;
the test may come you’ll never have a clue –
temptations lurk then heartaches may ensue,
only real love will never bid adieu.
Autopsy Report | Stan Morrison
No amount of hand sanitizer
Can create a surfeit of clean
And disguise the dying flesh
Bronzer and a comb-over
Can’t cover the decay inside
You are a very Narcissus
Papa’s little pride and joy
You’ve prove to us plebeians
Wealth doesn’t define success
Status isn’t a sign of intelligence
A Lasting Feeling | Ferris E. Jones
When rockets begin to fall from the sky
To make the late afternoon cry,
Something must be done to trumpet
Through the naked silhouette
Of the daily news.
The flowers must take back their homeland
Be permanent, be baffling, be grand.
Let the stars follow their walk;
Then, with comfort the birds will flock,
Dispelling the days blues.
Once common romantic appetites
Will begin to fill those marble nights.
Triumphantly understanding its goal
To fill the large translucent hole,
Begging for its taboos.
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You Are the One Who Lights up My Whole World | Mónika Tóth
Dedicated to my best Romanian friend Vasile
You are the one who lights up my whole world.
You are the one that brings me profound joy.
You are guardian of my heart.
I drink your words.
You are my inspiration
You are my wonderful poem