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Svetlana, Strange | Stephen Mead - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Svetlana, Strange | Stephen Mead

All that yellowing—–
like Van Gogh’s portrait
of Madame Ginoux,
while from your grin of gums
two silver nubs brightly gleam.

Your eyes roll with an “oi vey”
shrug amid the swelling
while blisters bleed
an egg yolk stain
sunset to sunrise
over every bed pad.

We each take hold of a balloon limb
and look to you or your devoted
Chernobyl husband,
his rumbling Russian, that foreign
noise any heart can decipher,

and while we look, we hold
the going of golden Svetlana
in faith’s font of morphine,

the anguish, the light.

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Spring Fever | Ivan Jenson - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Spring Fever | Ivan Jenson

World
I have never seen you
get like this.
Is something wrong?
You know you could
tell me and
I would not judge you
because really it seems
like all the people
populating you
are now forced
to go to their rooms
for a time out.
Anyway, I do hope
you get out of your funk
and that we can all
finally come out and play
and when you
finally speak
please take off that
protective face mask
so we can hear
exactly what
you have to say

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Homecoming | Monalisa Dash Dwibedy - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Homecoming | Monalisa Dash Dwibedy

I many times thought peace was near,
when it was far away,
As a weary traveler deems to sight an oasis,
in the middle of a desert,
A lost voyager, ponders how many fictitious shores to go before finding a harbour.

Where was peace, all the while?
Roaming in wilderness or waiting for my homecoming,
In my high rise condominium,
Handmade miniature kitchen garden,
Or at my top-notch banking workplace?

As hopeless as I was, I even thought of buying it,
At Eaton Shopping Centre, in a spicy slice of time,
But Peace was sold out, invariably.

Until one day, I found it within myself.
Sleeping like a baby.

Awakened, sleepy smiling eyes recognized me.
Ah! Finally the moment had come,
I cuddled peace, and never let it go.

Now we both are home,
Everywhere!

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