Short and Sweet – A Poem by G. S. Katz
You have my back
l have yours
Your love never was for sale
Money can’t buy you
Grace and dignity
Your smile worth millions
I’m the richest man going
From the day I met you
read a poem
Passive Aggressive – A Poem by Michael Walter
I haven’t said what I mean
mostly because
I don’t like what I mean,
but also because
those sentences,
said,
will probably mar
your opinion of me
And,
if that’s the case,
and given that cost,
why should I want
to be simple
and clear?
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Paying Homage to Raymond Carver – A Poem by G. S. Katz
When I write I think of Ray
How would he phrase this?
Raymond Carver died young at 50
He was the King of the common man
Relationships, love and heartbreak
His specialty
If you love the written word
You should spend some time with Ray
He is timeless
He is me and you
He is poetry in motion
Sunset – A Poem by Michael Walter
Blood-red
purple splendor,
but at what cost:
hours,
night and day
to get
from here to there.
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Shades of Life – A Poem by Kathy Anderson
Shades of
Sweet apple reds
Painted on cheeks and lips
Impart a youthful glow instead
Shades of
Darkness shadow’d
Grey clouds above our heads
Wanting blue skies to look up to,
Shades of
Memories there
Where we unfold
Fly high above the flames,
Echoes of dieing embers are
Shades of
Drone Strikes (The Reality) – A Poem by Roy K. Austin
And this from ‘the land of the brave’
or so we are often told,
even the Bald Eagle swoops to be fed
or the stalking wolf who takes his chance on the fold,
but this monster, him at a glance, my friends
high on altitude and being smarter, takes none–
so do we buy it and are we sold
on this coward’s charter?
Come sit in his comfortable chair
and point his Joy–stick to murder
anyone who has life to lose,
known or unknown in the target area.
This is not the America I admired
in fact, this is not America at all
and that’s reality my friend.
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A Robin's Tune That Soothed the Old Man's Soul – A Poem by Tim S.
Here, where trees and foliage meet;
Where rippled waters glide,
A robin’s joyous tree top song
Has stilled my metered stride.
He serenades his melodies
In songs no man can phrase,
Ensnaring thus my dreary soul
To listen to his praise.
Could it be, his whistling tune
Reflects a sad unrest?
For one departed- from this earth–
Interred in heaven’s nest?
The answer fades, for I must go,
I’m feeling winter’s greet.
The sound of snow upon the ground
Mimics kitten’s feet.
Till spring has come, I’m sure I’ll miss
His ballads through the glen.
But when the white grass turns to green
I’m sure we’ll meet again.
Contentment – A Poem by Shelley Nutting
I have nothing to do.
No pressing engagement.
A house empty of all,
save the freshly laundered duvet
that invites me
to partake of its
fragrant comfort.
I curl, cat like,
basking in a pool of
liquid warmth that seeps
lazily through the window,
bathing the room
in orange glow.
Oh to spend a life time here,
wrapped in such sweet embrace.
The Rhino Skin – A Poem by P.K. Deb
I wrapped myself with the rhino-skin,
My boss moved around and looked at my wrapper
As an examiner evaluates the examination paper
And suddenly he jumps on me with the pin
Of abusing words of humiliation even to my parents,
But these were painless and stainless bites of ants
To me as I was protected by the rhino-skin.
At my home, I fastened the loop of the rhino-skin
As it was to be tested again for another round
By my family-boss, my wife with terrific verbal sound
On her every demand and suspect to demean
My dedication to family and aggravate her role,
But I was calm with no retaliation at all
As I had covered myself with the rhino-skin.
Routine wise, I put off my rhino-skin
And reached to my evening destination with common attire
Where I met with my friends — the hunts of satire,
We are instigated by one another to convene
A party where we drank in the name of our bad luck
And wept to washout the bitterness, we had to suck
But at last we could smile and dance as we had no rhino-skin.
The Lover of Beauty – A Poem by Lambon Salifu Muhammeed
Love me not because of my beauty,
For beauty is a mortal!
Mine will fade off your sight if a new beautiful is discovered.
Love me because I’m your breath and soul.
If you love me because of my beauty, you truly do not love me.
You are just a lover of beauty!