Soul Fountain
Poem – THE “BIG BUST?” (By Ray Gallucci)
THE “BIG BUST?” (Based on the theories of Canadian physicist Paul Marmet, 1932-2005, available at http://www.newtonphysics.on.ca/index.html) Suppose the “Big Bang” had never occurred, Was really just some Creationist’s word Embellished by physics theories absurd. Would “facts” accepted fall? Could ever ...
Poem – MISS JULIE-ANNE (By John Grey)
MISS JULIE-ANNE - By John Grey She pours drops of whiskey on the withered rose petals. Then wields the hose with a cigarette flopping from her lower lip. What doesn't intoxicate her flowers, she drinks. Ashes fall onto the buds ...
Poem – The Blue Recycling Bucket (By Danny P. Barbare)
The liquor bottle in the grass the blue recycling bucket likes you but not the trouble you come with. Danny P. Barbare resides in the Southern U.S. in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He has been writing poetry on and ...
Poem – DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (By Ray Gallucci)
DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (Based on the article “No Welcome Home” in The History Channel Magazine, January/February 2008, pp. 40-45; and other Internet sources) Ever hear of Sundown Town? Likely not, few tales around. History kept ...
Poem – Sandstorm (By Nosakhare Collins)
Sandstorm Howling like a thousand wolves Throwing shadows that swirled around the walls The stand pounded and blinding Feels the stinging his arms and chicks To press the lips together to stop it entering his mouth Like bowing his head ...
Poem – A Sisyphus Moment (By Donal Mahoney)
A Sisyphus Moment There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something to eat, somewhere to live, a job they ...
Poem – A Gnawing Hunger (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Much fades with progress When a salty snack must suffice Because there is no time for a hearty meal And conversation, like steak, Is rare, if not divisive And common courtesy has vanished Much like tablecloths And handwritten thank you ...
Poem – Wasting Time (By Melissa Mendelson)
■ Wasting Time I’m sitting on the bench, and time is passing me by. I’m waiting for tears to fall, but it is the rain that never comes. I’m waiting for love, but there he goes again. My life, my ...
Poem – Eve of The Revolution (By John Grey)
City's so dark along the edge and cutthroat down the middle. There's a police presence. They're looking for identity cards. But I'm an artist. Can I show them my vermilion instead? It's raining a tarnished silver. Sirens make a show ...
Poem – TRINITY AFFINITY (By Ray Gallucci)
TRINITY AFFINITY “And the three men I admire most, The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the cost The day the music died.” (from Don McLean’s “American Pie”) The three men I admire ...
