Eating Poetry by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs […]
Does Our Spirit Fly Away by Mary Etta Metcalf
i had a dream but it meant naught…i had a vision that failed to come true my heart cried for the loss it felt…not understanding why it should feel that way i stood on the banks feeling the pain…wondering if it meant anything at all do we survive from the losses of life…or does our […]
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn’s rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting […]
Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter
Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter Here lies another box for nature, Carbon ready; Black to eyes down here, Where death is at its job. Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob Or two from living yet-to-dies – A humming lacrimoso – It all but cleans the eyes: Forget it – The dismal show of grief […]
Days Are Gone by Mary Etta Metcalf
Days Are Gone by Mary Etta Metcalf days past long ago when she walked with me when i could reach deep into her soul and see her seeing her as she use to be…my mother…my friend those day are gone…my time with her is past bridging the gap between her and me was hard seeing […]
Dans les filets de midi by Martine Morillon-Carreau
Dans les filets de midi by Martine Morillon-Carreau Prisesaux filets de miditant d’étoilesdansentleur lumièreentre silence et ressacPointesagilesPlein soleil surla respiration bleue de la merIl suffit pourtant d’un rienla moindre réticence d’un nuagel’angle d’une perspectivelégèrement décalépour qu’elles disparaissentà jamais engloutiesdans la nuit de l’eau End of the poem 15 random poems Poetry by subject Some […]
Courtship by Mark Strand
There is a girl you like so you tell her your penis is big, but that you cannot get yourself to use it. Its demands are ridiculous, you say, even self-defeating, but to be honored, somehow, briefly, inconspicuously in the dark. When she closes her eyes in horror, you take it all back. You tell […]
Coming To This by Mark Strand
We have done what we wanted. We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry of each other, and we have welcomed grief and called ruin the impossible habit to break. And now we are here. The dinner is ready and we cannot eat. The meat sits in the white lake of its dish. The wine […]
Coming to Terms by Mary Etta Metcalf
riding high upon my dream…i feel elated i am content with myself…slowly finding a friend accepting who i am…liking what i see knowing i will still have my bad moments coming to terms with me it wasn’t an easy road to reach where i’m at today and by a long shot i still have a […]
Collateral Damage by Martina Reisz Newberry
Collateral Damage by Martina Reisz Newberry First, there was a thousand years of famine, then a moment of surplus. Death’s flawless dreams waited for our silent coming. We bloomed—black Narcissus on a bruised and desecrated desert. We set the clocks for the earth to explode under us. We ignored the signs, transfused the wounded with […]
Collage by Martine Morillon-Carreau
Collage by Martine Morillon-Carreau Pour l’amour la viepetits papiers déchiruresà rassembler recollercœur d’enfantqui se souvient dans la patience Et ce grand vent tourbillon blancarrêtécercle magiquecontrel’arrachement dévoilementd’un palimpsestepressenti End of the poem 15 random poems Poetry by subject Some external links: The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave Talking Writing Monster. Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the […]
Chronicles by Mark Olynyk
Chronicles by Mark Olynyk he found the chronicles of the scribe describing the trials of the lost tribes in exile cuneiform writing on tablets of clay inscribed with a life and times of traditions preserved transmit the wisdom of a nation to descendants in the future sending e-mails just to chat walking with their cell […]
Ce N’est Jamais Le Même Jardin by Martine Morillon-Carreau
Ce N’est Jamais Le Même Jardin by Martine Morillon-Carreau Jamais le même l’ombre ou la lumière ton regard et l’absence pourpre ou sang sombre velours vide l’encens des roses rouges respirées ensemble en riant Il suffit de si peu pour que tout change fer ou fauve la nuance d’un nuage secret éventé un sourire ce […]
C’est la nuit aveugle by Martine Morillon-Carreau
C’est la nuit aveugle by Martine Morillon-Carreau Éteintes elles se sont éteintes tandis que nous parlions la lune et les étoiles Et maintenant que tout se tait c’est la nuit aveugle qui se poursuit sans repères avec mal réchappé aux cardères des fossés un grand brouillard de laine et […]
Books by Mark Olynyk
Books by Mark Olynyk 1. Books speak volumes in the silence of my solitary rooms like bricks in the wall of learning ordering mind into categories of reason. armies of the intellect stage a ghostly occupation. Books are spineless oracles read by worms in the catacombs of time. where the living mingles with the dead […]
Awaken by Mark Miller
Awaken by Mark Miller Trapped behind doors closed perception I course through dreams of fear – Sorrow lay waste in closets clothed calculation clones pains past Killing vociferous cry’s scattered round brains demon cobweb venial veer Starring oh ghost within me as witness leaves inner history’s storage of past lies Remnants left lives dreary shade […]
Avec seulement du noir by Martine Morillon-Carreau
Avec seulement du noir by Martine Morillon-Carreau Avec seulement du NOIR la lumière pour ce je ne sais quoi qui ferait qu’on se perde NOIR d’absence à recreuser Blessure jusqu’à cette éclaircie la sérénité End of the poem 15 random poems […]
Attente by Martine Morillon-Carreau
Attente by Martine Morillon-Carreau Fourvoyéscomme en étrange rêveet sans éveilsans frontièresfourvoyésPassant repassant tracesà mesure oubliéestous les chemins s’effacenttous portant figureportant noms familiers touseux chemins de dérouteattestent l’égarementMenaceentre les ombres qui s’évitentune attente End of the poem 15 random poems Poetry by subject Some external links: The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave Talking Writing Monster. Duckduckgo.com […]
At This Very Moment by Mary TallMountain
At this very moment as anti-Marxists and anti-anarchists and anti-revolutionary liberals debate what’s the matter with the places they’ve never been to, a very tall man a very gaunt man a very weary man with greasy hair and dirty hands and a pressed cotton shirt that is as clean as it could be has borrowed […]
Answers by Mark Strand
Why did you travel? Because the house was cold. Why did you travel? Because it is what I have always done between sunset and sunrise. What did you wear? I wore a blue suit, a white shirt, yellow tie, and yellow socks. What did you wear? I wore nothing. A scarf of pain kept me […]
And The Black Scythe With Its Beak of Ibis by Martine Morillon-Carreau
And The Black Scythe With Its Beak of Ibis by Martine Morillon-Carreau And the black scythe with its beak of ibis I live in a scream in the memory No It was yet even so in the ears A bent broken hoot so so long to the moon or death howling And like learning this […]
After Forever by Mark Miller
After Forever by Mark Miller Lightening of Scars- Rip through nights empty stars- Queens curse seas in stages- Written worlds bleed on empty pages- Beastly commotion- Beneath masked Emotion- Open posts of Graves- Welcome home expectant Strays- Repeals long for home and Hope- A hidden feature in lore appears- Miss-fortunate Servant of hope’s uncertain- Born […]
A World So Different by Mary Etta Metcalf
i see a world that frightens me…not like the one of the past this one is self oriented…no time or patience for others a world now of violence…of hate…of anger…of self not like the world i came from…a world so different i feel a world that makes me sad…that makes me so alone one that […]
A Poet I knew by Martin Zakovski
he wrote only a few verses scattered in his diaries some were lost with time ideas came but he couldn’t write down his heart something was always missing but what he wrote tells a story a story he owned Copyright ©: Martin Zakovski End of the poem 15 random poems Poetry by subject Some […]
A Piece Of The Storm by Mark Strand
For Sharon Horvath From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That’s all There was to it. No more than […]
A Photograph on the Desk by Mary Etta Metcalf
sitting on the corner of my desk…a small photo of my love of a time in the past…in our youth…when desires were foremost it tells a history all its own…holding dreams that never occurred a time in the past…a time in the future…a photograph on the desk it tells tales of youths travels from place […]
A Misty Morning by Mary Etta Mietcalf
the mist shrouds the trees and gives the lake a mystical look gazing across the water you can just see the shape of a loon it gives out its haunting cry as a buck and doe creep out to drink there is so much serenity on the lake in a misty morning thru the silence […]
A Cozy Little Room by Mary Etta Metcalf
deep within lies a place for my mother a place where she is no longer a victim alzheimers cant find her anymore within my heart is a cozy little room she is whole…she is young…she is happy there she resides in peaceful bliss no more pain…no more fears to worry her within my heart is […]
À ce point du voyage by Martine Morillon-Carreau
À ce point du voyage by Martine Morillon-Carreau À ce point du voyagelune bulle amulettedésert nuit bleue (rien autre)où défilent un à unles caravaniers aveuglesdu rêve Conte-moi conte-moi la routeconteur aux paupières closeset qui parles ma langue en ta langue étrangèreconteur qui te souviensenseigne-moi le cours du sable sans mémoireconte-moi la lumièreet la rumeur des […]
A Dream of Rodney King by Mary TallMountain
All we have in this country are police and women. You can’t complain to the police because they might arrest you. Your boyfriend is a police, your college professor, your reverend minister, boss, fireman… but they won’t tell you. This is the planet we live on. The police are like an explosion behind you always […]
You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop by Marge Piercy
You ask why sometimes I say stop why sometimes I cry no while I shake with pleasure. What do I fear, you ask, why don’t I always want to come and come again to that molten deep sea center where the nerves fuse open and the brain and body shine with a black wordless light […]
Yell of Pain by Maria Ivana Trevisani Bach
Yell of Pain by Maria Ivana Trevisani Bach Yell of pain From the millions of little, narrow, stacked cages, from the innocent fleshes, gashed for sport, by millions of gun shots, from the glowing trucks, travelling through the Earth’s roads, from the thousand iron chains, raises the sole, immense, awful yell of pain, of the […]
Year’s End by Marilyn Hacker
Year’s End by Marilyn Hacker for Audre Lorde and Sonny Wainwright Twice in my quickly disappearing forties someone called while someone I loved and I were making love to tell me another woman had died of cancer. Seven years apart, and two different lovers: underneath the numbers, how lives are braided, how those women’s death […]
Winter Promises by Marge Piercy
Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby’s buttocks, eggplants glossy as waxed fenders, purple neon flawless glistening peppers, pole beans fecund and fast growing as Jack’s Viagra-sped stalk, big as truck tire zinnias that mildew will never wilt, roses weighing down a bush never touched by black spot, brave little fruit trees shouldering up their spotless ornaments […]
What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe. She is manufactured like a sports sedan. She is retooled, refitted and redesigned every decade. Cecile had been seduction itself in college. She wriggled through bars like a satin eel, her […]
Visiting a Dead Man on a Summer Day by Marge Piercy
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded lonely raisin in a cake of concrete. The Potter Palmers float in an island parthenon. Barons of hogfat, railroads and wheat are postmarked with angels and lambs. But the Getty tomb: white, snow patterned in […]
Upon Julia’s Breast by Marie Starr
His eyes did rest upon Julia’s breast as she spoke or questioned or sighed, until she shaved her head one day to spite his wandering eye; now when she speaks or quests or sighs his eyes rest on her barren brow, on the memory of her hairline and the fate that awaits him now. End […]
Unloved, unmoved by Maria Jastine Golo
The way is paved I dug my grave The shadows here And they surround me I’m not afraid I’m just scared My hands shake So’s the world around me There’s no light No escape And people wear Smiles are fake Here in a cage Now filled with rage Tears don’t break They fall; I fail […]
Twas’ the Night Before Christmas and Santa got Drunk by Margaret Marie Hubbard
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the woods not a fireplace going, from the drought, no one could! The stockings had holes, but were hung with such care, In hopes that Saint Nick won’t forget them this year. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Spongebob danced in […]
Traveling Dream by Marge Piercy
I am packing to go to the airport but somehow I am never packed. I keep remembering more things I keep forgetting. Secretly the clock is bolting forward ten minutes at a click instead of one. Each time I look away, it jumps. Now I remember I have to find the cats. I have four […]