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Poem: Naked Lady Flowers

By:  Mary Bone You had Naked Lady flowers On your porch Bare torsos with a burst Of color dancing in your garden. With just a spray of water, They came alive And danced To their own song. ###  

Poem: Past Memories

By: Zunayet Ahammed We recollect our past memories passionately We can neither forget them nor ignore them anymore It always stirs us with joy and sorrow. Memories of the past always consume us Dreams fade away Hopes of weaving life…

Poem: Mind

By: Zunayet Ahammed We can control our eyes Our anger Weaknesses over ladies Sometimes the unpredictable bull But can’t control our mind. We can control our unbridled longing for money Our ruthlessness and gluttony Restiveness Sometimes the seductive attitudes But…

Poem: Cafe

By: Balu George I was at one of those roadside cafes. The kind where you can sit endlessly, Have a coffee or two, And watch the world go by. But I was not interested in the world, I was interested…

Poem: Ballad of a Drunkard

By: Balu George Tony, sweetheart! I hear you are planning, To drink yourself to death. I will be cheering you on to the very end. Atta boy! You have your reasons. To hell with them! What do they know? I sense,…

O Soul, There Comes the Joyous Eid

By: Kazi Nazrul Islam Translated by K Ahmed Alam O soul, there comes the joyous Eid after Ramadan fasting You sacrifice yourself; follow Divine calling. For the Almighty are all your gold, silver and palaces; Pay zakat to awaken the…

Poem: Love is made for explorers

By: Mendes Biondo love is made for explorers for those braves that want to know the hidden treasures of a lonely island virgin and full of exotic animals love is made for explorers without a completed map in the pocket and…

Poem: Bare Is Our Eden

By: Mendes Biondo we will live together in a wide tree house and every day we will have sex and every day we will dance bare as now we are I’ll smoke my cigars and you will drink a cocktail talking…

Poem: Lighthouse

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When waiting gets tireless your feet get numb and stiff the patches of dark clouds hover over your head and all roads get blocked you will always see me around to make you feel, relieved, to…

An Untitled Poem

By: Joel Schueler When will you climb The Mountains of time? Instead you seldom see The pallid fathomed glee. Shape me in your greed Wise words you say I’ll heed And carefully pluck away Any formed debris. I bent my love…