Poetry

Poem – Cutty Sark (By Henryk Baranski)

Cutty Sark A THOUSAND MEN BUILD AND DESTROY A THOUSAND MEN SWEAT AND TOIL A THOUSAND MEN NOW DRUNK AND HUNGRY WORKING FOR WEEK'S WAGE AND BOIL. GREAT SHIPS IRONED AND TRAINS RAILED TRACKS ROADS AND ACHIEVEMENTS WROUGHT AND BLAST ...
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Poem – Sublimation (By Fabrice B. Poussin)

Sublimation The decades have passed it appears, a body has evolved into that of a giant, the soul contemplates the achievement so high, a little strange, exploring its surroundings once again in awe. Comfort and fear fill this heart, trapped ...
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Poem – Mid-Life (By David Russell)

Mid-Life So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic. In the middle, What’s kept still here What ...
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Poem – Opinion (By Robert Beveridge)

Opinion The majority writes the opinion. When the box scores are posted the team is found to have won despite an unacceptable number of errors. There are, however, no disqualifications ...
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Poem – Communication (By David Russell)

Communication He handled his language as he fried his eggs: There was tension between the respective softnesses Of his egg and the cooking fat – Dependent on extreme alternation of heat and cold, Confinement in shell melting out of shape ...
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Poem – Voyage to Italy (By Henryk Baranski)

Voyage to Italy AND IN GREAT PARNASSUS THE DWEEBS HELD SWAY SIFTING AND RISING FROM THEIR HARD BEDS BECKONING AND WELCOMING THE BECOMING OF THAT MAN WHO DRIVES DOWN THROUGH THE BUFFALO HERD AND THE HERD OF THEM PREGNANT AND ...
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Poem – Queens (By Michael P. Kusen)

Poem – Work out of Progress (By David Russell)

Work out of Progress I suppose it must all go on indefinitely – Just when I thought it had all been played out, All become superfluous. I am at the stage of universal discarding; I suppose that many people see, ...
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Poem – Electro-Magnetic Love (By David Russell)

Electro-Magnetic Love She said – you are my current, my three-pointed plug Yet I am the wound flex; the wiring behind the walls is mine – When I say ‘Halt!’ go no further; the wiring is dislocated from you The ...
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Poem – Melody (By Fabrice B. Poussin)

Melody With delicate touch through the air, she penetrates in words the hearts of all; perfume and incense that hypnotizes, her being travels in time and space. With lines of enthralling pictures, flowers raise above the cotton rag, clouds float ...
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