Important thing’s in life by Martin Smith
There are many important thing’s in a man’s life, a home, a job, kid’s and a wife the animals the car yes the bill’s and due no one know what our minds go through. We make many plans and set our goals but it all seem’s to find whole, as i said once before the […]
Images by Mary Etta Metcalf
walking the lonely path…watching the scenes of life pass by the pain some cause upon remembrance stabs at the heart the joy felt at the brighter moments bring a smile to the face those images viewed each night through our dreams through the slumber each night…we relive the moments of life some wished to be […]
Nestling by Mark R Slaughter
Nestling by Mark R Slaughter When to summon the sky Little nestling? When to summon the sky? And suffer the risk – abscond in dread – The knowledge of sort that you’ll be dead Upon a calamitous fall; Or taken in flight – a hawkish pounce – Demolished as prey; your fate pronounce You gone […]
My Words Embrace by Mary Etta Metcalf
come close to me hear my thoughts feel my words let them create the mood for our encounter shall we be friends lovers of the word or strangers let my words embrace you fill your every need i sense you needs feel your loneliness your emptiness take my words to fill you ease your pain […]
Illusions by Mark R Slaughter
Illusions by Mark R Slaughter Speak to me – Speak thro’ drifting clouds And sing to me – Sing as if the sun would throw a flare To give to harmony Then call to me – Call across the drowsy valleys – Spread the word you care! Now come to me – Abandon now My […]
My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand
1 When the moon appears and a few wind-stricken barns stand out in the low-domed hills and shine with a light that is veiled and dust-filled and that floats upon the fields, my mother, with her hair in a bun, her face in shadow, and the smoke from their cigarette coiling close to the faint […]
If Only by Mary Etta Metcalf
If Only by Mary Etta Metcalf dreams flow through my head of days past when youth could do no wrong…life wadreams s good the freedom felt…the acts performed…were they wrong how different life would have been…if only i had known actions perceived…ideas run rampant…mind speeding on falling into the trap only life seemed to know […]
Morning by Mark R Slaughter
Morning by Mark R Slaughter The eye came out – A lust for scouting Lips were swollen – Geared for pouting Over breasts That hardly shouted Loud enough To catch the eye That caught the curve Traversing buttocks Emphasising all that’s Full and round And smooth of skin To usher in The eagerness of closing […]
I, or Someone Like Me by Marvin Bell
I, or Someone Like Me by Marvin Bell In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect of a string bass inside the wood, I, or someone like me, had a kind of vision. As the person on the ground moved, bursting halos topped […]
Mending Socks by Martin Willitts Jr.
Mending Socks by Martin Willitts Jr. Based on Archibald J. Motley’s painting “Mending Socks”, 1924 She has mended a generation of socks. She is old as the waxed fruit in the bowl. Her hands are furrowed as years in the fields. There were times when she felt like she would never be done, she would […]
He Said To by Marvin Bell
He Said To by Marvin Bell crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in North Carolina, August, rain and all. The tracer bullets wanted our asses, which we swore to keep down, and the highlight of this preposterous exercise was finding myself in […]
Grumpy Old Man by Mary Etta Metcalf
i know his hearts desires…i know from whence they come deep within his heart and soul it rises to be acknowledge where once we were warrior…time has mellowed us both he is now only a grumpy old man whose bite is weakened i still know him…i still feel him…for you see…we are soulmates there is […]
Manure by Mark R Slaughter
Manure by Mark R Slaughter The rotting garden, Bare across the winter months, Sleeps alive – Fortitude is rumbling ‘mongst Manure Giving character, Bringing in the farm – Fecundity in faeces! We talk about consistency of shit – We dig it in – We love it – Gives the element of pride, For we are […]
Giving Myself Up by Mark Strand
I give up my eyes which are glass eggs. I give up my tongue. I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue. I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice. I give up my heart which is a burning apple. I give up my lungs which […]
Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter Under heavy haze I cast an ear… Was that a distant hymn? To view, to peer ahead, I span thro’ sharpened eyes, Connecting brain. Surprise Awards emotion to the show – A fine refrain. I think I know the source: Without recourse my keen and Eager shoes propel my […]
Ghosts by Martina Reisz Newberry
Ghosts by Martina Reisz Newberry If you believe in ghosts, I think you must believe that earth’s good smells live on and that the dead will act on fury and on fear. You must believe that, while the dead are under the dirt or parked in urns, they still have a plan. They want to […]
Lines For Winter by Mark Strand
Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself — inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself […]
From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning and the morning goes. Someone was saying how the wind dies down but comes back, how shells are the coffins of wind but the weather continues. It was a long night and someone said something about the […]
Life, wait for me by Martin Zakovski
Just like blank pages, I noticed The wheels of life kept turning Regardless of what was left behind And I called out, ‘Stop, I can’t keep up’ But the pages kept turning Until I finally lost count. End of the poem 15 random poems Poetry by subject Some external links: The Bat’s Own Poetry […]
Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr
Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr I am still in Vietnam, still as a crane in field marsh when the uneven sunset reflected on the lake turns dark red like blood from the twisted ruins of a body I am giving an emergency tracheostomy the ripped open chest cavity of earth like a foxhole […]
Life by Marvin Bell
Life by Marvin Bell I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon–the last dispatch. The red, white and blue air mail falls past the slot for foreign mail and hits bottom with a sound that tells me my letter is alone. They will have to […]
Farmers Market by Mary TallMountain
I. Our plaza is sanctuary for sunning, eating, and smoking waiting to go up to Social Security words to each other tripping on our tongues looking curiously at pigeons. A homeless man plans a life around sneakers, clothes and a bedroll He buys a bunch of stringbeans for a quarter and lives on it till […]
Let Him Free by Mary Etta Metcalf
deep within the soul of mankind lies a dark shadow one so evil even the angels tremble with fear he lies trapped in the recesses of the mind of mankind to let him free will destroy everything we know and value man has always carried this entity locked securely away but there have been extreme […]
Eternal Existence by Mark Miller
Eternal Existence by Mark Miller Misuse decay’s from inside- Scripture beats on lies of crimes in an early sunshine- Empty life leaves scratch the willow sallow- Warning day o’ coming washes man’s sins forgiven Luke warm sadness punctuates inert organs of pain- Haunt of madness catches so slow below us- None seen -none heard a […]
Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole. […]
Et Le Marbre Creuse… by Martine Morillon-Carreau
Et Le Marbre Creuse… by Martine Morillon-Carreau Et le marbre creusé (qu’on ne creuse ne doit ne peut pas creuser de la sorte) et lui cependant jusqu’à quand vers quel autre côté encore entre quoi ou qui en travail correspondance Approfondi recreusé vers battant grelot de rien cette palpitation d’ombre Cœur de vide L’écouter De […]
Important thing’s in life by Martin Smith
There are many important thing’s in a man’s life, a home, a job, kid’s and a wife the animals the car yes the bill’s and due no one know what our minds go through. We make many plans and set our goals but it all seem’s to find whole, as i said once before the […]
Images by Mary Etta Metcalf
walking the lonely path…watching the scenes of life pass by the pain some cause upon remembrance stabs at the heart the joy felt at the brighter moments bring a smile to the face those images viewed each night through our dreams through the slumber each night…we relive the moments of life some wished to be […]
Illusions by Mark R Slaughter
Illusions by Mark R Slaughter Speak to me – Speak thro’ drifting clouds And sing to me – Sing as if the sun would throw a flare To give to harmony Then call to me – Call across the drowsy valleys – Spread the word you care! Now come to me – Abandon now My […]
If Only by Mary Etta Metcalf
If Only by Mary Etta Metcalf dreams flow through my head of days past when youth could do no wrong…life wadreams s good the freedom felt…the acts performed…were they wrong how different life would have been…if only i had known actions perceived…ideas run rampant…mind speeding on falling into the trap only life seemed to know […]
I, or Someone Like Me by Marvin Bell
I, or Someone Like Me by Marvin Bell In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect of a string bass inside the wood, I, or someone like me, had a kind of vision. As the person on the ground moved, bursting halos topped […]
He Said To by Marvin Bell
He Said To by Marvin Bell crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in North Carolina, August, rain and all. The tracer bullets wanted our asses, which we swore to keep down, and the highlight of this preposterous exercise was finding myself in […]
Grumpy Old Man by Mary Etta Metcalf
i know his hearts desires…i know from whence they come deep within his heart and soul it rises to be acknowledge where once we were warrior…time has mellowed us both he is now only a grumpy old man whose bite is weakened i still know him…i still feel him…for you see…we are soulmates there is […]
Giving Myself Up by Mark Strand
I give up my eyes which are glass eggs. I give up my tongue. I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue. I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice. I give up my heart which is a burning apple. I give up my lungs which […]
Ghosts by Martina Reisz Newberry
Ghosts by Martina Reisz Newberry If you believe in ghosts, I think you must believe that earth’s good smells live on and that the dead will act on fury and on fear. You must believe that, while the dead are under the dirt or parked in urns, they still have a plan. They want to […]
From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning and the morning goes. Someone was saying how the wind dies down but comes back, how shells are the coffins of wind but the weather continues. It was a long night and someone said something about the […]
Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr
Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr I am still in Vietnam, still as a crane in field marsh when the uneven sunset reflected on the lake turns dark red like blood from the twisted ruins of a body I am giving an emergency tracheostomy the ripped open chest cavity of earth like a foxhole […]
Farmers Market by Mary TallMountain
I. Our plaza is sanctuary for sunning, eating, and smoking waiting to go up to Social Security words to each other tripping on our tongues looking curiously at pigeons. A homeless man plans a life around sneakers, clothes and a bedroll He buys a bunch of stringbeans for a quarter and lives on it till […]
Eternal Existence by Mark Miller
Eternal Existence by Mark Miller Misuse decay’s from inside- Scripture beats on lies of crimes in an early sunshine- Empty life leaves scratch the willow sallow- Warning day o’ coming washes man’s sins forgiven Luke warm sadness punctuates inert organs of pain- Haunt of madness catches so slow below us- None seen -none heard a […]
Et Le Marbre Creuse… by Martine Morillon-Carreau
Et Le Marbre Creuse… by Martine Morillon-Carreau Et le marbre creusé (qu’on ne creuse ne doit ne peut pas creuser de la sorte) et lui cependant jusqu’à quand vers quel autre côté encore entre quoi ou qui en travail correspondance Approfondi recreusé vers battant grelot de rien cette palpitation d’ombre Cœur de vide L’écouter De […]