Poem – Mantra (By Sanjeev Sethi)
Mantra Every lived heart is a palimpsest. The trick is to pursue new tongues, parse neologisms. Pasts: miry or otherwise need no postmortems. Not on cloudy days nor when crocked.
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Mantra Every lived heart is a palimpsest. The trick is to pursue new tongues, parse neologisms. Pasts: miry or otherwise need no postmortems. Not on cloudy days nor when crocked.
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OUT OF TEARS In a world of deaf people No one hears her cry Or even her scream for attention The abandoned beautiful girl In the paradise of carnivorous men Ravaged for times she has lost count And her sweet mother is unaware That her only teenager is not just a woman But has been used to menopause In a […]
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within those man stone walls promoting their god bringing us to him i told the priest- you tell us to be content with poverty while you live in this big house throwing us scraps begged from money lenders. this is not what Jesus asked his disciples to do. this is not what he died for. he said live amongst […]
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The frequent disasters in our fragile land never seem to end and in changing times new horrors abound, terrorist attacks, enormous oil spills strangling the seas, endless amounts of garbage poisoning the land, abundant toxins polluting the air, warning those who listen our days may be numbered. Author Bio: ‘Temporal Dreams’ is an unpublished poetry collection that reveals our […]
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Love Letters of Old My love was stifled Between the gum and the paper – The sealed envelope was lumpy
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“ONLITTLE CAT FEET”* Pussyfooting around the bush, Shoving not once beyond the push, Mincing words as semantic ploy’s Wanting hamburger, eating soy. Rather than a direct approach, We have Casper who’s milking toast, So afraid to communicate What exactly we like or hate. God forbid! We might give offense! Tell the truth, with B.S. dispense! Step […]
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Clouds In chroniclers’ minds Past wars all went full circle Making great urban filth destroy itself So that the finest flowers and shrubs Could sprout at random. And birds, in exultation Or happy in their ignorance Made rills of melody Now man had passed them by. But now, with ice and poison For one full year enthralled, embalmed. […]
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MORNING RUN by Norbert Kovacs (Originally published in FIVE:2:ONE’s #thesideshow, May 12, 2018. The author has revised the text.) For three weeks, Phil’s veins ran with anticipation. He woke with a tingling in his arms and a warmth suffusing his head that he could not explain. He imagined he had keyed into a sense that something good was about to […]
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Don’t Touch! “Don’t touch!” they cried; They really meant no harm, Had not intended To make a shaking, Jibbering apoplectic With their nagging. “Don’t touch!”, for their interior décor Indeed was fragile and expensive – Themselves and furniture alike To them untouchable, those self-pariahs. There are no easy stages; Somebody’s lost a memory, Somebody’s taking shocks; The papers […]
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MEETING (By Nicolo Santilli) to our fellow cosmic travelers who traverse the geography of the earth in dreams and waking and having walked a thousand winding starlit streets know the joy of finally meeting
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