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 […]
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 […]