Statistic by Shivam Pandya
A statistic maketh a man The man becometh a number. The track is long, winding, With numerous hurdles thrown in at will, And running, slaving on it, Are the zombies, toiling with an inked till. A statistic maketh a man The man becometh a number A blasphemy it is, on the track, To have an […]
Night At The Marina by Shreekumar Varma
He plucks a flower from her hair finds her soul embedded; “I’d rather have a flat for us, what will your father spare?” The waters crunch into the night soaking up a tremble, She takes his hand upon her cheek “I haven’t had a bite.” The moon is pale upon her smile; stomach gives a […]
Kumarakom (after the boat tragedy) by Shreekumar Varma
days after the drowning when companion villages raised the memory of their various dead, and boats and blame were re-examined, and officials packed up, exhausted, dredging out certificates and compensations; one evening when the wails had stilled the sky like ghost singers fading out, and the lamp reached the threshold like any other evening, the […]
Noe more unto my thoughts appeare by Sidney Godolphin
Noe more unto my thoughts appeare by Sidney Godolphin NOE more unto my thoughts appeare, Att least appeare lesse fayre, For crazy tempers justly feare The goodnesse of the ayre; Whilst your pure Image hath a place 5 In my impurer Mynde, Your very shaddow is the glasse Where my defects I finde. Shall I […]
Night At The Marina by Shreekumar Varma
He plucks a flower from her hair finds her soul embedded; “I’d rather have a flat for us, what will your father spare?” The waters crunch into the night soaking up a tremble, She takes his hand upon her cheek “I haven’t had a bite.” The moon is pale upon her smile; stomach gives a […]
Kumarakom (after the boat tragedy) by Shreekumar Varma
days after the drowning when companion villages raised the memory of their various dead, and boats and blame were re-examined, and officials packed up, exhausted, dredging out certificates and compensations; one evening when the wails had stilled the sky like ghost singers fading out, and the lamp reached the threshold like any other evening, the […]
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit A noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In “The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz” of and with are prepositions. The’s an article, a can’s a noun, a noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. […]
The Convoy by Stephenie Tucker
All goes dark, first sound, then sight. I look to see my men alright. Deafening silence in concrete rain, Distract me from the searing pain. All time stops and vantage ends, As I look upon my dying friends. Radio in and evac out, No time for tears between the shouts. Between the blood and shrapnel […]
Resolute by Stephenie Tucker
The men were dead, their lives, long gone. And yet, their cause still lingered on. The banners wavered in the breeze, through borderlands of ship less seas. And now Apollo shall rise once more, to ferry souls to whitened shores. Now red shall rise the yellow sun, and end at last what we have done. […]
Numb by Stephenie Tucker
The door kicked in the dust relayed, The area secure and stayed. No longer taking time for peace, Within myself, it’s out of reach. No more time spent to say goodbyes, No more tears left for me to cry. I do my job and stay detached, Don’t even care if I come back. They call […]
Must Work by Steve Downes
Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t be too physical got a bad back can’t be too stressful bend under pressure can’t be too sexual haven’t got the legs Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t work for corporate I’m an anarchist can’t […]
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant A Lifetime Of Death The broken feeling you learn it young You must for it’s certainty true No hysterical fits just stiff upper lips We are British and that’s what we do So when I was but five and my grandfather died And old aunts wept silent tears I […]
A Warrior’s Truth by Stephenie Tucker
The dying gasps of night are blackest before the dawn, The final surge of courage calls us to battle on. Enemies approaching from the hillside to the west, Trenches lined with casualties pulling at my chest. Flares as bright as day blinding vision tones of white, Bullets biting dirt rings too familiar sounds of spite. […]
YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY by Steve Troyanovich
YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY For Elizabeth twinkling tree lights always remind me of the christmas in your eyes… i wish i could carry your laughter cupped in my hands forever hold the sanctuary of your smile… then every day would be christmas and i would be warm wrapped in the unending gift of your embracing […]
still the leaves fall… and dream by Steve Troyanovich
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softly… in wingless dream by Steve Troyanovich
softly… in wingless dream for Elizabeth darkness unfolds its starry wings and flies away with a nameless world —Erik Lindegren once upon my dream i touched you. your eyes gave me both ends of a rainbow. in the early dawn wind i felt your abandonment nowhere was warm… memory remains hiding behind your smile Copyright […]
shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
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NOCTURNAL EMBERS AND LOST LIPS by Steve Troyanovich
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MY BEST PAL by Steve Troyanovich
MY BEST PAL (for Elizabeth) entering the womb of my aloneness like a blanket of rainbows your Christmas-morning-smile becomes my haven of lingering warmth… let me hold you with my eyes… a galaxy of peace… a special kingdom fills this orphaned space when you are here like an angel sheltering only me … please stay […]
forever blue by Steve Troyanovich
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dreams the wind by Steve Troyanovich
dreams the wind You’ll bring the place to me Where all is well… — Dylan Thomas through the loneliness of mirrors i sought the lost lips of your nakedness through the gliding wind your gazing song of night… mouthing my touch fostering a warmth i had not known moonbeams danced tenderly within the fragrant memory […]
do you believe in always by Steve Troyanovich
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cascades of emptiness by Steve Troyanovich
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… and the moon was sleeping by Steve Troyanovich
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ambiguities of absence by Steve Troyanovich
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Who Would Of Knew…..About Your Concept!!! (July 10th) by Stevens Cadet
Miss concept of thoughts Your mind is running miles Conceiving ones through your smile Your eyes learned to file The characteristics of a man But make-up couldn’t mend What therapy can’t comprehend You speak but somehow they never understand That this cycle seems to never wanna end Longing for some friends But their known to […]
Nobody Told Me Of These Nights (A Poem For Melanie) by Stevens Cadet
Lights low, Moon glow Nobody told me this the things that the nights show Beauty in the dark helped me to know When those…..Guitar strings Can start to spring, Melodies became her part thing Dancing in my mind was the career choice! Modeling the idea that others ain’t the one to act on She feeling […]
A Night With Passion! by Stevens Cadet
Your body, soaking wet. The sweat dripping so near & clear. A feeling you’ll soon regret you let enter your most passionate pour. Intimidated because you wish to console it but your body rejects! Because it’s past it’s peak, and your body begins to leak an unforgettable weep. For the withdrawal is beyond skin deep; your heart can no longer […]
Lyfe by Stevens Cadet
Life has it’s up’s, Life has it’s downs. Sometimes there is happiness, sometimes there is frowns…. You think you know life like the back of your hand, but sometimes it doesn’t really go as planned. Because life is really not like one big plot. What goes around comes around like it or not…. You think […]
A Poem For Ashleigh (July) by Stevens Cadet
She asked if I’m really this cleverShe seems to really wanna know, might let herWon’t regret itBut tonight might dine! ! Flash images getting mixed with nights where I repentedAnd projected, mentally, her heart is apprehended…Let me spin with these lyrics that you help me find…Fingertips curress you slowly until chills run down your spine….Although this […]
A Pen Wrote The Funeral by Stevens Cadet
Am I becoming someone your stranger too? Making you wonder, has it brought a better you? From new understandings, that time has handed.Fall in line, God has too have planned this? Hoping you manage, but yet some go….Guess you first have to be a fan of your own.Until own every stable thought you been up on.Causing your glow […]
Whispers of Immortality by T. S. Eliot
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin. Daffodil bulbs instead of balls Stared from the sockets of the eyes! He knew that thought clings round dead limbs Tightening its lusts and luxuries. Donne, I suppose, was such another […]
The Song Of The Jellicles by T. S. Eliot
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright– Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball. Jellicle Cats are black and white, Jellicle Cats are rather small; Jellicle Cats are merry and bright, And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul. Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces, Jellicle Cats have […]
The Rum Tum Tugger by T. S. Eliot
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat, If you put him in a flat then he’d rather have a house. If you set him on a mouse then he only wants […]
The Old Gumbie Cat by T. S. Eliot
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots. All day she sits upon the stair or on the steps or on the mat; She sits and sits and sits and sits–and that’s what makes a Gumbie Cat! But when […]
The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or […]
The Ad-Dressing Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
You’ve read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand their character. You now have learned enough to see That Cats are much like you and me And other people whom we find Possessed of various types of mind. For some are same and some […]
Sweeney Erect by T. S. Eliot
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind me Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches! PAINT me a cavernous waste shore Cast in the unstilled Cyclades, Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas. Display me Aeolus […]
Sweeney among the Nightingales by T. S. Eliot
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate, Death and the Raven drift above And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate. Gloomy Orion and the Dog Are veiled; and hushed […]
Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot
TWELVE o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations Its divisions and precisions, Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman […]