Gratitudes Of A Dozen Roses
Gratitudes of a Dozen Roses by Aberjhani I. This rose of spiritual gratitude placed at the feet of a Rasta Warrior Woman showers the earth with sweetfire and hosannas and early morning glory. II. Beneath an African moon shining silver poems and a river of orchards singing purple praises a black […]
Every Hour Henceforth
Every Hour Henceforth by Aberjhani I know blackness as taught by my father: “You are my joy and my genius,” he often said. I know blackness as taught by my mother: “Your smile is my robe of honor, your peace my earned grace.” Once a year we were pilgrims driving from […]
Cell Mate
Cell Mate by Abiathar Zadok You sit smiling on your swivel chair Your cigar rings go round in the air Your other hand the whisky cup And the ash keep pilling up How come you wear the familiar look I see on the palm wine tapers face When smile became […]
Calling The Spirits
Calling the Spirits by Abiathar Zadok I summon you, spirits Come! High winds and waves Move the stubborn mountain. Talk! The sweet jingle of yester years Must resound where you reign I summon you, spirits Come! Repossess the remains Awaken! Yes, reinvigorate the once envious life Threatened by Encroachments […]
Angel Of Christmas Love Shining Bright
Angel of Christmas Love Shining Bright by Aberjhani I. Sweet, this elixir of eternity’s passion commanding my glide. Soft, this explosion from alpha to omega sizzling our names raw. Here is the timeless mystery that pays no heed to death’s greedy pride. Songs of hearts divine, mortal, angelic, holy, […]
Angel Of Better Days To Come
Angel of Better Days to Come by Aberjhani Rockets of blind faith sputter and crackle dead dreams–– like time bleeding stars. Through soft painted moans a man watches his life drown in waves of glass bones. Celestial winds blow chilled screams for love’s mercy down canyons of dread. Through […]
All Night In Savannah The Wind Wrote Poetry
All Night in Savannah the Wind Wrote Poetry by Aberjhani Anxious and ancient scratches tore the air with fingers eager to have their say, pulling me out of bed, they cast and re-cast nets of lexicons deep inside the womb of the river’s roaring belly, hauling up myths born in Georgia and […]
The Solitary Oak On Mount Kremlin Bicetre
The Solitary Oak on Mount Kremlin-Bicêtre by T. Wignesan for Jean Lapresle, the “Father” of neuro-pathology in France: 1909-2000 On Bicêtre Mount a stately oak did spread its unmeshed boughs to swarms of sparrows beating retreat To turtle-doves and flapping pigeon-mates a frolicksome haven Where now […]
The Prison Of The Past
The prison of the past by Mirela Sula I escape from the prison of the past Haunted by illusions gone awry Filled with accusation against own self There I go to enjoy the air of renewal Desire Touches me To seduce me Pushes me To regain myself again Released Like a […]
The Dead Woman
If suddenly you do not exist, if suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living. Because where a man has no voice, there, my voice Where blacks are beaten, I […]
Pathos Is The Skyward Tanka
pathos is the skyward tanka by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé a mother swathed in muslin scavenging, rubble behind the sea of biscay a burned down house on a mound a bargain respect, absent what was us, what was sweet home lost to an ornery sound shanks pressed into the pallid […]
Nominalism Is A Liquid Kuhi
nominalism is a liquid kuhi by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé solomonic column, white scraped clean of spirals here lies a similar name safe, lamp-lit passage maybe tomorrow, a shine as a flute flourished flushed garlands atop, around us wet down, barley sugar too extravagant with hope? frugal enough […]
My Mother’s Grief
My Mother’s Grief by Richard J, Hobbs Six years have since ensued, And yet the right words Persist to elude. A grim day, hard to fit the mood.. And if I wasn’t slim paid, Her name I’d get tattooed. I know it’s hard not to cry, Or keep emotions subdued I […]
If Truth In Hearts That Perish
If truth in hearts that perish Could move the powers on high, I think the love I bear you Should make you not to die. Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning, If single thought could save, The world might end to-morrow, You should not see the grave. This long and sure-set liking, This boundless will to […]
I Havent Betrayed You My Hometown
I haven’t betrayed you, my hometown by Mirela Sula I’m leaving… My poor shadow remains There, wandering on the streets In the grip of gigantic shades Though sick, I’m leaving Hidden under covered wounds Without medicine I’m leaving… How am I leaving? I still hear earthly songs Following me down the […]
Eclipse Of Love
Eclipse of Love by Tanisha Avarsekar Are those tears or fires in my eyes? Reality is being manifested by the thought I most despise. The day I had hoped would never come is here. Taking away my soul and what I hold most dear. My pride is your dignity, The image […]
Divided Passion
Divided passion by Mirela Sula Push me…. Tell me “How much time do you need to come”? How much time to get to you? One side of me is in denial I feel like a victim of the aggressor Still being held in the wide open? How do I protect myself? How […]
Death039s Claim
Death’s claim by Tanisha Avarsekar When life stops, but time goes on. When you go, but I have to move on. When the world’s successful in tearing us apart. When death comes to claim, what’s been given by the past. Flames in the graveyard burn through the dark… […]
Dear Bhikkhu A Eulogy
dear bhikkhu: a eulogy by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé what will you will to endure, bhikkhu? what will you remember, twenty lake days saffron robe to keep out the cold, keep out the stares keep off the wax moths and blinding light? watering hole no lodging, jeta’s grove like amber […]
As With A Senryu S Hardening Ridge
As with a Senryu’s Hardening Ridge by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé jalousie windows open six months of chill as welcome as five years, seven inflections precise, scaled dots dropping off and the rubbing out of the fire in the hole flailing legs like broken twigs lost torso in grass – […]
A Gogyohka And The Forgotten Panopticon
A Gogyohka and the Forgotten Panopticon by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé There, a quiet remembrance – thin walls, colloquium volte-face, inversions the same mirrored shine and glass so we sleep better slipping naked under sheets roster-retractions and altercations and always inward-looking the way your pulse races up percussive, a […]
A Faded Postcard Is A Tanka Daydream
A Faded Postcard is a Tanka Daydream by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé but of the firewalker of his frame, a rush of flame look at both faces, closed eyes this, what you were born into to grasp, that expectation a forward hesitation – to love only once to endure, outlast […]
The Dead Woman poem – Pablo Neruda
The Dead Woman poem – Pablo Neruda poems | Poetry MonsterIf suddenly you do not exist, if suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living. Because where a man has no voice, there, my […]
If Truth in Hearts That Perish poem – A. E. Housman
If Truth in Hearts That Perish poem – A. E. Housman poems | Poetry MonsterIf truth in hearts that perish Could move the powers on high, I think the love I bear you Should make you not to die. Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning, If single thought could save, The world might end to-morrow, You […]
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy poem – A. E. Housman
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy poem – A. E. Housman poems | Poetry MonsterCHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To this well-nightingaled vicinity? My object in inquiring is to know. But if you happen to be deaf and dumb And do not […]
Diffugere Nives poem – A. E. Housman
Diffugere Nives poem – A. E. Housman poems | Poetry MonsterThe snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to the river-bed withdraws, And altered is the fashion of the earth. The Nymphs and Graces three put off their fear And unapparelled in the woodland […]
Water Strider
Water-Strider by Aaron Baker Though winged, he walks on water. Skates between elements, skitters like thought through the cattails. A snake slips unseen through the underbrush. The forest shifts and sighs, once again won’t speak its secret. Between the trees, my father glides through sunlight, then shadow. Surface tension: the strider rows forward with middle […]
The Infernal Regions
The Infernal Regions by Aaron Baker Relax. No more the thinness of ceremony. Largemouth bass at the bottom of Kapowsin Lake grow still as his thoughts. No swish and silt, no father and flail. And once perfectly still, they grow even stiller. Nothing’s wasted, says the Lord of the Underworld. Stillness is economy, and economy […]
Honeycomb
Honeycomb by Aaron Baker Here is the dream where dust, gathered and blowing over the field, turns suddenly against the wind and moves with the shape of a body. Here the shape of a body forms and reforms as it crosses the sky, and then you hear it, the hum of the swarm, the resurrection […]
Dark Matter
Dark Matter by Aaron Baker We say the heart is sick, meaning something else. But when we say the body is broken, and it is, the poem, like a great engine long given up to the weather, begins to move. Outside, fireweed among the ruins. We’ve known the seed of failure in action, how […]
When I Was Young the Silk poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: The air-head tugged me up, tore my roots loose and drove high, so high I want to touch down now and taste the ground I want to take in my silk and ask where I […]
Weathering poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
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Their Sex Life poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
One failure on Top of another Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh Poems in English More external links (open in a new […]
The City Limits poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when you consider that birds’ bones make no awful noise against the light but lie low in the light as in a high testimony; when you consider the radiance, […]
Still poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby, a handy focus and reminder, a ready measure of my significance, the voice by which I would be heard, the wills, the kinds of selfishness I could freely […]
So I Said I Am Ezra poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I listened to the wind go over my head and up into the night Turning to the sea I said I am Ezra but there were no echoes from the waves The words were swallowed up […]
Small Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh Poems in English More […]
Shit List; Or, Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
You’ll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green as), fish shit (the generality), trout shit, rainbow trout shit (for the nice), mullet shit, sand dab shit, casual sloth shit, elephant shit (awesome as process or payload), wildebeest shit, horse shit (a favorite), caterpillar […]
Rogue Elephant poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm and actual conditions for what needs to be done and to do it: fine, the best, if it works out, but if, like a gun, it comes in handy to the wrong choice, why then […]
Rivulose poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for each sunset, hold on to you, if dreams wander, give reality recurrence enough to keep an image clear, but then you realize, time going on, that time’s residual like the last ice age’s cool still […]