EMBRACING CHAOS – By Ray Gallucci The eye of a hurricane never can know How forcefully all its surrounding winds blow. For there in the center all’s peacefully calm While swirling around are explosions of bombs. But center is where all the chaos begins — In vertical columns air rises then spins. While most relish lull, others seek out the […]
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Ritual Roots Trains: Stringing, ringing, lifting, Breathing meringues, with pores distended at the termini Contraction is needed for piercing of bars And holing of tickets. The breaking of one deadlock only Institutes another, more firm, In the hand and in the basket. More futile by far than any old bird’s weak flight Through a Church, a hall […]
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WHO AM I? WHY AM I HERE? If we’ve a purpose to be on earth, Then I must wonder: Why such a dearth Of time elapsed during which we’ve been Around supposedly since “The Sin?” If we’re the reason the world exists, Explain the many misguided twists From one-celled creatures till we evolved. Why took the puzzle […]
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D-Dream When I was a dream child, I dreamed of all that was dreamable, including a remarkable ancestor in particular, whom I wished to have so that I could brag about to my playmates. However, as I grew older, I learned that my grandfather had left us nothing but an obscure family name, while my father was no more […]
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Darker by Mike MatterThe lights linger through the ache in my head and a smile flashes for an instant The memory of a past and future to preoccupy me mindfully paces before my the end of day and I type once more in victory and defeat while settling for a middle ground like a battlefield where the warhorse struggles in […]
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Tangled up in a spider web what an icky feeling thought after thought then suddenly I’m bitten. Danny P. Barbare resides in the Southern U.S. in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He has been writing poetry on and off for 33 years. He has several books available on amazon.com: Being a Janitor and Gathered Poems.
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FLIPPING OUT Every seven-fifty grand Earth performs a sleight of hand When magnetic north and south Make a total turnabout. Sun does same each dozen years Minus one, when sunspots clear. Relatively quick event Due to plasma turbulent. Earth contains no plasma hot, Just a core of molten rock. But this has the same effect, Quite […]
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Inward Images Your hair hangs thick and tangled over the soft cheek its ridge of bone smoothed by years of smiles the blonde ends brush your nose, glis- ten with perspiration, cover the curve of half your lips so set, so strident determined in desire one liquid green eye imparts immediacy infects me with sexiness brazen stare […]
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Full Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
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A Portrait of Wilbur Just as one poet once wrote about a last duchess, so did the poet write about the first Wilbur. The brown clothing, smell of moth balls, scent of age of rows of books that Wilbur rested within. You have to wonder – did he read all those books, are they in progress, or are they simply […]
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