Poetry
Poem – Blue Collar Blues (By Frank De Canio)
Blue Collar Blues (musings of an Army Veteran) Before you start pointing fingers at me you first should start to walk in cut-rate shoes. When they’re too tight for comfort you would see they cause a lot of pain. I ...
Poem – THE STUDS IN THE BAR (By John Grey)
THE STUDS IN THE BAR - By John Grey Rosalie is at the bar thinking - who's next? Then two extravagant, exaggerated beings enter, one behind the other, like stallions, heads high, tails swishing, threaten to pull the floor out ...
Poem – I Always Think About You (By Wafula p’Khisa)
I always think about you Whenever I fail to tame tears Flowing and overflowing like Nile waters-- Siphoning strength from a bereft soul And chasing sleep at midnight; Leaving me restless like an insomniac... I always think about you Once ...
Poem – Are We Real (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Are We Real - By Melissa R. Mendelson The elderly couple sat in their chairs, waiting to be called. As they waited, they drew close, and he said, “What is Reality?” She didn’t answer. “How do we know, if this, ...
Poem – Persona non Grata (By JD DeHart)
Persona non Grata To the not good enough comments, I say, psshhhhhh. That was last week, a hundred years ago. Easily. I'm flushing, rinsing down the last backwash of badly- formed words. This week is triumph, so don't mind that ...
Poem – Echoes (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
■ Echoes Sometimes… laughter echoes, hollow, haunting and mean. Mocking memories and gnawing away at the mangled pieces left behind. Raw, aching moments past, their humor lost. The memory though still too near. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives ...
Poem – D Cide (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
D CIDE Sorrow and shock has claimed our world as burning fires of revenge pour out from the ones, who gather around the tv to see our enemies dance and cheer while a coldness settles over us and a temptation ...
Poem – Dreams Always (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Dreams Always (For Paul Walker) - By Melissa R. Mendelson We drift along dreams across the silver screen, and we laugh. And we love, dreaming of falling deep into the arms of the one, who steals our breath away. Gorgeous ...
Poem – Oh This Time! (Neelamani Sutar)
On the tips of our fingers Is playing, the spring Hide and seek With colors! But beneath our feet No lush green grass, Only poisonous shrubs. From the mouth of desires Uttered rain drops pattering And, in our brains Bright ...
Poem – Inward Images (By Robert Beveridge)
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, ...
