By: James Aitchison Live not on the surface.Rest within the self,in the fastness of the heartfind answers.Mortality is transient,cycles of good and evilrepeated.With thoughts andperspectives balanced,breathe free.Abandon the cloak ofearthly being.Follow the elevated pathwhich few havewalked before.
By: Bruce Levine Here’s to the fewWho catapulted out ofThe miasma of mediocritySeeking renownNot in the pond made for a goldfishBut striving for the brass ringPlaying with the big boysIn the big sandboxNever losing sight of the goalAs they rise…
By: Mitali Chakravarty Boimela At Boimela, youngguitars sing poetry.Gaiety fills the air. Boys and girlsare everywhere.Book lovers meetin pages: somefind true love:some dig deeper,mazed by magicmists or mantras. Here languagesgreet across thestreets. Writerslaunch words inrockets to explorethe skies, meetstars till…
By: Bruce Levine The art of geniosityMore than just an M & M in a bagFocused on the best and the worstThe universe has to bringAdding together the good and the badInto a formula for profusion of ideasA plethora of…
By: Dan Holt Listening to Leonard Cohen Listening toSongs Of Love And HateTrying to writePoetryThat serves the moment I’ll neverWrite like thatI’ll neverSing like that Every wordMeasuredFor it’s worthSang in thatDeliberate voiceWith allAnd noneOf the emotionAt the same time Finger…
By: Greg Wood Disappearing in God if you sensea certain shinein the shadowsof the trees, you may bea sufilightlyspinningacross thechessboardmirror ofearthand sky. or a sageimmersed inwindswept presence:the beginningof what wasand stillis onenessof being theshine inthe shadowsof the trees. Finding Chris…
By: Cedar Dev To Debra, my girlfriend Your chocolate-tinted cheeks,Are waiting to be kissed.I can see all of humanity,Resting under your eyes,I’ll be your cushion,Sit on meYou be my food,I will eat you,From your forehead to soft feet-Your African body….
By: Paweł Markiewicz It’s a late and warm autumn.The wind gathered leaves up on the roofof the marvelous tavern.The seagulls heralded a memory – an initiation.The old pensioner-captain drank the intoxicant,like the ambrosia of the life.The female pirate Mary mentionedher…
By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter nightDome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering.
By: Bruce Levine Christmas festivalsYuletide games and mistletoeEggnog and rum punch Christmas sights and soundsOrnaments hung on a treeLaughter in the air Christmas tree lightingsGatherings in the town squaresStores and streets festooned Riding through the snowSleighs festooned with Christmas bellsTinsel…