Poem – Limits (By Gary Beck)

Text design featuring the words 'Soul Fountain Poetry' in a stylized font.

Limits   You promised in front of a priest to love, honor, cherish. Then you started gambling,   When you lost you started drinking. The more you lost, the more you drank.   You came home drunk, yelled and cursed at me. I had to help you to bed, but you hit me.   Then you started beating me. I […]

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Poem – Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) – By Mankh

Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) – By Mankh “I’m a writer obsessed with remembering…”                                    – Eduardo Galeano Having heard them before, sometimes when they are nowhere to be seen i hear geese calling. Is this, Eduardo, how you were obsessed with remembering? Once touched by something that commands eyes skyward, heart shifting its pumping, the feet stopping in their tracks […]

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Poem – Liberation (By Amy Hrynchuk)

  Liberation “We heard a loud voice repeating the same words in English and in German…”1 May 25 1940, the first transport of thousands were marched through those gates. Gates that opened to what a select few called the Final Solution. But to those on the inside, the Final Solution had yet to come. Their Liberation Their Freedom Numbers painfully […]

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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 have been an infinite mass Compressed to a point of volumeless plasma Destined to blast a universe […]

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Poem – Warning Signs (By Gary Beck)

  We ignore preparations that insure survival so citizens of neglect have little chance in a doomed nation, brought about by the greed of our masters concerned with their comforts, while the people struggle to pay the rent, put food on the table, insufficiently aware of the extravagance of the aristos spending millions on Picassos, while the children of poverty […]

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Poem – The Date (By Nome Patrick)

An overhead view of two diners sitting at a table, both looking at their smartphones.

The Date There is no souls or solos any mileage from here and the breath of the atmosphere is asinine lost in the blurry of nature like an artistic totem behind pencils. It’s just you and me opposite the encirclement of this dining… Dear dame, we won’t wrap our lips into whispers of love or anything that sails above, of […]

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