Coal-Truck by T. Wignesan
for Gertrud Widmayer I am a coal-truck Carrying gold dust. Someone threw some Coal-dust upon My gold-dust. I am a coal-truck In a gold mine. Someone struck a coal vein And piled me full in vain. I am a coal-truck Covered in subterranean dust. Someone shovelled my soil And found an ancient bone All coiled. […]
Cinderella by Roald Dahl
I guess you think you know this story. You don’t. The real one’s much more gory. The phoney one, the one you know, Was cooked up years and years ago, And made to sound all soft and sappy just to keep the children happy. Mind you, they got the first bit right, The bit where, […]
blessing for sound health by matthew scott harris
upon waking every morning I offer silent benediction for the ability to revel with full faculty of this aging body still going strong where ability sans enjoying the simple pleasures available thru bodily senses plus cavorting with teenage daughters in my nonsensical mien worth more than money can buy yet of course if I did […]
Black Lake by Memphis Knight
Suprisingly she laid her hand on his chest… All the pain was forgiven Lone, burdensome was an uplifted crest The man’s soul was bedridden Dire was the conclude of this fantasy In which beast and beauty had endured ‘My love’ in which he spoke in constancy Was to end…forever As the car sank deeper into […]
Before The Law by Michael Major
My curiosity had brought me …to the gates of The Law But all progress was halted… I could venture no more A Gatekeeper there stood… who obstructed my path With his menacing demeanour …and a soul filled with wrath Warning not to continue… on my journey ahead For more frightening will face me: The thought […]
A Conceit by Maya Angelou
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others have the privacy of touching words and love of loss of love. For me Give me your hand. End of the poem 15 random poems Poetry by subject Some external links: The Bat’s Own […]
A Rythm Upon Our Trusts by Michael McGovern
This country is o’erran by trusts And each within its sphere adjusts Production and the price of that Which it controls, not caring what The people it plucks may say For trusts possess the right of way On all our great commercial trails To crush the slow industrial snails The trusts economy is seen In […]
Your Poems on My Patio by Martina Reisz Newberry
Your Poems on My Patio by Martina Reisz Newberry for Djelloul Marbrook The mountains are perfect this morning so I re-read your perfect poems. Knit two, purl three, knit two, purl two and there on the page is a scarf in hearty woolen adverbs and adjectives. I would do nearly anything to know that someone […]
Yesterday’s Mishaps by Mary Etta Metcalf
i become who i am through my experiences what happeded yesterday…deleloped into who i am today how i perceive events…will be how i think who we are today was shaped by yesterdays mishaps this is what life is all about…good or bad it is how mankind had grown through the eons it is also how […]
Yes Dear by Mary Etta Metcalf
i chitter…i chatter… words…ideas come from my mouth changes i want to make…things i want to do together he sits…a befuddled look upon his face then says… yes dear our usual response now to keeping peace…yes dear his time approaches when he thinks i need a change in my life this should go here…that should […]
Words Unspoken by Mark Olynyk
Words Unspoken by Mark Olynyk the art of words unspoken on the stage composing paper statements. poetic speculation selling dreams to paradise. a waxing moon passing over seasons witches hold a séance summoning ghosts. Atlas is sagging weighed down with regret. the joy of heroes diminished by sorrow a telling commentary on quixotic quests and […]
Woman With Parasol by Martin Willitts Jr.
Woman With Parasol by Martin Willitts Jr. (Based on Claude Monet’s painting, “Woman with Parasol”) (The models for this painting were Camille Monet and Her Son Jean) I.The artist There is no hurry here. She has been standing like this, a parasol shading her from the sun so her skin does not turn leathery from […]
Why Write? by Mark Olynyk
Why Write? by Mark Olynyk it is written writing is the great escape a craft of the intangible writing is a compulsion like a disease writing is free but still costs something writing is inhuman a necessary evil writing is fun the sum of all thought the writer in the social sense does not exist […]
Where Have We All Gone by Mary Etta Metcalf
climbing the hill i reach the top…the view is so desolate i sit here contemplating the plight we all ignored to the end the demise occured when we took our surroundings for granted then i wonder where have we all gone i look around the empty skies and wonder…where are the birds the ones who […]
What is Poetry? by Mark Olynyk
What is Poetry? by Mark Olynyk poetry is like a fish trying to break the surface of the conscious. poetry is the language of the primitive speaking in tongues. a poetic philosophy is a belief in illusion and the power of poems. he had a history of poetry like an affliction or a virtue. a […]
Wednesday by Marvin Bell
Wednesday by Marvin Bell Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took shape in the form of the first stirrings of his hunger, and the trees, shorter and heavier, breathed heavily upward. Into this sodden, nourishing afternoon I emerged, partway toward a paycheck, […]
To Sea by Martin Zakovski
Out at sea on a sailboat as winds stop to blow the small craft ceases to move and in the deserted expanse fishes provide us company they listen to our serious chatter and understand something is wrong unlike humans who are ignorant to all our tears and agonies I think I’ll spend my life here […]
To Dorothy by Marvin Bell
To Dorothy by Marvin Bell You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry And a mulberry grow by the house. So close, in the personal quiet Of a windy night, it brushes the wall And sweeps away the day till we sleep. A child said it, […]
They Thought Her Crazy by Mary Etta Metcalf
she danced around the room…a lonely figure in the dark dancing to a tune only she heard…only she wished for people would enter the room…shake their heads…then walk away they thought her crazy…only she knew it was them she had suffered much throughout her life…yet she was happy her world was full of kindness and […]
These Green-Going-to-Yellow by Marvin Bell
These Green-Going-to-Yellow by Marvin Bell This year, I’m raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among them, that is; that is, likening leaf-vein to artery, leaf to flesh, the passage of a leaf in autumn to the passage of autumn, branch-tip and winter spaces to possibilities, […]
The Story Of Our Lives by Mark Strand
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on a street. There is no one there, no sound of anything. The tress are heavy with leaves, the parked cars never move. We keep turning the pages, hoping for something, something like mercy or change, […]
The Self and the Mulberry by Marvin Bell
The Self and the Mulberry by Marvin Bell I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet defining and redefining a small area so that any shape was possible, any movement. It stayed put, but was part of all the air. I wanted to […]
Your Poems on My Patio by Martina Reisz Newberry
Your Poems on My Patio by Martina Reisz Newberry for Djelloul Marbrook The mountains are perfect this morning so I re-read your perfect poems. Knit two, purl three, knit two, purl two and there on the page is a scarf in hearty woolen adverbs and adjectives. I would do nearly anything to know that someone […]
The Room by Mark Strand
It is an old story, the way it happens sometimes in winter, sometimes not. The listener falls to sleep, the doors to the closets of his unhappiness open and into his room the misfortunes come — death by daybreak, death by nightfall, their wooden wings bruising the air, their shadows the spilled milk the world […]
Yesterday’s Mishaps by Mary Etta Metcalf
i become who i am through my experiences what happeded yesterday…deleloped into who i am today how i perceive events…will be how i think who we are today was shaped by yesterdays mishaps this is what life is all about…good or bad it is how mankind had grown through the eons it is also how […]
The River Has Its Memories by Mary Etta Metcalf
sitting on the shore of the river… i watch as the barges pass they travel in either directions with various destinations there is a calming affect upon me as soothing waves pass the river has its memories…as do i i think about what the river has seen…the secrets it holds as it slowly floats by […]
Yes Dear by Mary Etta Metcalf
i chitter…i chatter… words…ideas come from my mouth changes i want to make…things i want to do together he sits…a befuddled look upon his face then says… yes dear our usual response now to keeping peace…yes dear his time approaches when he thinks i need a change in my life this should go here…that should […]
The River by Mark Olynyk
The River by Mark Olynyk in the river of ideas flowing in the data stream cascading in a sequence of logical links arriving at the principal belief experience an exponential growth of understanding the objective is the future forged by the outcome of choices founded on reason the primary motive anchors the system individual followers […]
Words Unspoken by Mark Olynyk
Words Unspoken by Mark Olynyk the art of words unspoken on the stage composing paper statements. poetic speculation selling dreams to paradise. a waxing moon passing over seasons witches hold a séance summoning ghosts. Atlas is sagging weighed down with regret. the joy of heroes diminished by sorrow a telling commentary on quixotic quests and […]
The Remains by Mark Strand
I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets. I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road. At night I turn back the clocks; I open the family album and look at myself as a boy. What good does it do? The hours have done their job. I say my […]
Woman With Parasol by Martin Willitts Jr.
Woman With Parasol by Martin Willitts Jr. (Based on Claude Monet’s painting, “Woman with Parasol”) (The models for this painting were Camille Monet and Her Son Jean) I.The artist There is no hurry here. She has been standing like this, a parasol shading her from the sun so her skin does not turn leathery from […]
The Poetic Principle by Mark Olynyk
The Poetic Principle by Mark Olynyk I walking on the edge of a slice of life. cultivating words from a field of dreams. a cross section of experience provides the inspiration for productions in verse. letting loose a torrent of connections spilling on the page. a single drop is an atom of knowing. ideas on […]
Why Write? by Mark Olynyk
Why Write? by Mark Olynyk it is written writing is the great escape a craft of the intangible writing is a compulsion like a disease writing is free but still costs something writing is inhuman a necessary evil writing is fun the sum of all thought the writer in the social sense does not exist […]
The Other Side of Panic by Martina Reisz Newberry
The Other Side of Panic by Martina Reisz Newberry It begins with the desert’s hot sky, mendacious as always, alchemizing grief and loathing into love stories. Here is the other side of panic: a dug-in-deep lethargy that makes your marrow itch. Anyway, the desert underwrites your soul’s story. You become untethered from yourself which may […]
Where Have We All Gone by Mary Etta Metcalf
climbing the hill i reach the top…the view is so desolate i sit here contemplating the plight we all ignored to the end the demise occured when we took our surroundings for granted then i wonder where have we all gone i look around the empty skies and wonder…where are the birds the ones who […]
The joyful things in life by Martin Smith
I found out for shore just the other day, It’s a boy our baby boy is on his way. At 35 weeks and only 4 to go with all the excitement and joy my heart run’s with overflow. What more can i ask for out of life soon to be two beautiful kids and a […]
What is Poetry? by Mark Olynyk
What is Poetry? by Mark Olynyk poetry is like a fish trying to break the surface of the conscious. poetry is the language of the primitive speaking in tongues. a poetic philosophy is a belief in illusion and the power of poems. he had a history of poetry like an affliction or a virtue. a […]
The Frantic by Mark Miller
The Frantic by Mark Miller Glazed eyes betray masks hidden dwellers awareness Colors distortion follow behind actors lied performance Substance of emptiness gravely transforms presence in trance Identity’s in flux erects fragile panic a cognitive disturbance Vessels lot of absence, a vacuous state of emotional detachment Creeper of rose abasement seeks placement being embodiment incarnate […]
Wednesday by Marvin Bell
Wednesday by Marvin Bell Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took shape in the form of the first stirrings of his hunger, and the trees, shorter and heavier, breathed heavily upward. Into this sodden, nourishing afternoon I emerged, partway toward a paycheck, […]
The End of the Argument by Martina Reisz Newberry
The End of the Argument by Martina Reisz Newberry Adam’s torso, it is said, was made from earth taken from Babylonia. That may be, but it’s all-fall-down time there now; it’s watch-out- the-sky’s-on-fire time. The burquas are burning, Ogals and gutrahs are birds escaping flames, escaping smoke and gunfire. Kaffiyeh fly as well, but not […]