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Closed Circuit, by Carole Novak

26/10/2019

 
You told me we were wired the same way
No words are necessary
I questioned it for a long time
But now I know it to be true
I called you at three in the morning
My daughter was in the hospital
Four hours later we sat in the lobby
I looked into your blue-gray eyes
And I saw the connection
There were all words left unsaid
We are wired the same way

Hypothesis, by Sandra James

25/10/2019

 
Sometimes…
I wish I’d chosen
a different path
taken another road
made different choices
in my life

And yet…
those paths
those roads
those choices
led me here
to where I am
who I am

Who knows…
perhaps
I will discover why
today

The Invisible Brook, by Guy Fletcher

25/10/2019

 
On the edge of the village of Whitchurch
The brook is largely unnoticed
by busy people in this materialist world.
There is a slither of verdant grass
and on this sun-kissed autumn day
the water is a sparkling silver and flows
swiftly after the the rain as a cool breeze blows.

It lies next to a funeral home,
the creator of life by a place of death
and I stand on the quaint bridge
watching leaves race each other,
a willow tree drinking, flowers swaying,
a magical sight behind a stone wall,
an oasis in a grey urban sprawl.

Danaë’s Perseid, by Sterling Warner

25/10/2019

 
Hail, hail, hail; let me lie beneath
Zeus’s majestic, ancient canopy,
dwell in imagination’s pageantry
where I, like Danaë, behold showers of
gold, when ebon skies discharge
blazing meteors bombarding
earth from an apparent radiant,
heavens celestial point,
the constellation of Perseus.

The Perseids cloud stretches
like a bling covered house cat
stride for stride pacing the
Swift Tuttle comet, its orbit
empowered by nubile
dust mixing with debris,
forming a volatile, shimmering,
glittering mass—shooting stars
piercing the firmament.

Predawn fireflies linger too briefly;
their rising tails, crossettes and Dahlias,
dance across the blushing northern
welkin, a transitory aerial spectacle
whose strobing peonies and Saturn shells
dwindle into flickering bottle rockets,
become mere sparks against emerging dawn;
awe struck still, my night sky memories
immortalize fair Danaë’s annual golden rainfall.

The Slippers of Lord Byron, by Guy Fletcher

18/10/2019

 
There exists today slippers 
once owned by Byron with faded 
soles born in exotic Morocco. 
His boatman recalled them worn 
at a house in sun-kissed Kapsalis, 
this poet and lover of great renown 
but no enemy weapon struck him down 

for though he led an army to aid the Greeks 
in their eternal fight against the Turks 
fell to a fever, the leeches 
unaware of the famous blood they sucked. 
I picture Byron with now priceless slippers 
despite a club-foot an imposing sight 
staring at the stars of an Aegean night.

Perhaps, by Sandra James

18/10/2019

 
If you could do
anything you wanted to
what would it be?
See the world
climb a mountain
write a book
say you’re sorry
make amends
give a gift
If you could be
anything you wanted to
what would it be?
An adventurer
a listener
happier
more understanding
fitter
braver
Perhaps it’s not too late?

Serenade Me, by Ana Marie Dollano

18/10/2019

 
Serenade me one more time
for the moment of promise is here.
I hope for a rainbow when the sun shines
after the rain disappears.

For your words are as sweet and juicy as the fruit,
like music playing softly, is your gaze,
melodious is the rustle that lingers, haunting
as thoughts keep me anticipating.

I shall keep to our noontime tryst
neath our tree whose trunk is mighty,
steadfast against any storm and enduring as time,
its broad canopy, encompassing, as an evergreen symphony.

Agincourt, by Adrian Mcrobb

13/10/2019

 
They sat cross legged
The engines of the army
Fletching feathers and willow
Daring others follow
Tarring bodkins in grain
Stopped in mud
Mallet crush helmets
Guarding flanks
New men-at-arms
Two finger salute
To who dares
Leaving the poetry bare?

World Weary, by Ian Fletcher

11/10/2019

 
Though just sixty
his hair is white
bleached by stress
alcohol and failure.
Lugging emotional
baggage from events
long forgotten by all
but he, his memories
and life’s narratives
spool endlessly round
and round in his mind.
Thus laden he steers
a lonely course through
an unforgiving world
not sailing but sinking.

One Song, by Guy Fletcher

11/10/2019

 
It was an old Georgian song
and we must have murdered the words
but I left my body on Earth
experiencing a state of unbeing
more powefrul than narcotics or alcohol.
Alas, such feelings are doomed not to last long
but though it was just one beautiful song

it was enough to restore hope.
The choir is a sanctuary
from the dreck and fear of the world
and it was so fine to be there
at this particular moment in time,
then I stepped into real life once again
with dirty city streets and driving rain.

Six Very Short Poems, by Bruce Levine

4/10/2019

 
Empty Days

Hunger strikes with claws
Burning holes beneath the skin
As tantalizing mem’ries arise
And lightning lasts forever

Hammer-head Sharks

Forty-six minutes
Turbulent times awaken nothing
Hammer-head sharks strike without reason

Obtuse

Floating over the horizon
Candle lanterns glow in synchronicity
Caverns of emptiness awaken sympathy
Flights of fancy bring joy

Wall Street

Frogs line the avenues as Dragons breath fire
And leprechauns taunt the greedy
Playing nine-pin or bocce ball
Outnumbered by Wall Street moguls

Mozart

Succulent servings of seaweed
Over a bed of rice noodles
While Mozart plays on the radio

Beards

Five o’clock shadow
Mist on petals of flowering plants
Dragon-fly wings in green soup
Tomatoes filled with tuna fish

Winter, by Adrian McRobb

4/10/2019

 
Silver trees
frost rimed
frozen in time

Transience, by Guy Fletcher

4/10/2019

 
Over the homely hills of the Wenallt
a rainbow illuminates the crisp air,
shade retreats as if a beaten army
as the land rests for just a while
from monotonous autumn rains
but this is what makes our country so green,
I pause in the field to admire the scene

yet know the transience of beauty:
life has special moments
so you can escape the mundane.
The sun shines on golden leaves
and raindrops upon them glitter like stars
but then dark clouds come, the gods shed more tears,
like a spirit the rainbow disappears.

The Holy Ghost of Lincoln, by Sankar Chatterjee

4/10/2019

 
Our strongman can’t tell a lie:
“I'm the most presidential
Except for possibly Abe Lincoln.”
Caught in the treason of peddling self-interest,
He now threatens fellow citizens
Promising “A Civil War like fracture.”

*

Honest Abe turns over inside his grave
He touches the wound
From the bullet he took
Almost eight scores year ago.
The price he’d paid
Uniting the nation from fragmentation.

Winter, by Adrian McRobb

4/10/2019

 
Silver trees
frost rimed
frozen in time...

Sorrow, by Adrian McRobb

4/10/2019

 
A terrible weapon of darkest night
with edge that refuses to reflect light
forged in a mountain by demon made
has pierced more hearts than a human blade

The wound it gives will never heal
with an expert twist of poisoned steel
no shield can deflect its mighty blow
harvesting souls like a deadly hoe

Sheathed in misery and tears of grief
it drips with sadness there's no relief
wielded on high it keens in air
another victim is driven to despair

    Poetry

    This is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most.

    Poems submitted should be
    no longer than 160 words
    and contain
    no more than 16 lines.

    100 words remains the approximate target.

    Please submit using the Poetry Submissions Page.


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