The Blood of Poets I should have left you lying in the mud, And maybe sacrificed all you had to say But my thought to act brought on me obligation To belay my mind the images of things inside, I dare not deny your trail: You steal hearts, make men cry Wolds are born upon your spine Bills […]
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THE ORIGIN OF THE LIE (By Joseph Cavera) I am the Great Liar For years, my words have spread Through every ear Surrounding every thought They have taken their place Among everyday speech No one the wiser They have taken root Growing out through every Branch, stem, and leaf Through all great oaks Rosy ambers and black pines […]
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Plain Girl Pretty Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city after high school. She worked nights in a shanty diner next to a bar where working men gathered. Depending on how much the men had to drink Rose looked appealing but she ignored […]
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All I need is a drop of dew and the shade of cherry tree to think to think a lovely thought.
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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, through several decades, What I pushed aside in a matter of months. Discarding is basic to life: […]
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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 doubt you’d choose to navigate in clogs that blister feet. Perhaps you had a better pair to wear or […]
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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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A grey, blustery day And the sun breaks through More of a wink than a smile Reminding me To savor such moments For much is fleeting And often passes Unnoticed In the busy-ness of days Where we are pushed ever forward But when the wind has changed And the clouds linger It is the memory of such times That […]
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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 off for 33 years. He has several books available on amazon.com: Being a Janitor and Gathered Poems.
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A pile of leaves, a hissing clump of dark greens and crisp browns, sliding along a sidewalk, swirling in a wind gust, propelled in a circular momentum, created for three seconds a glimpse into existence at its most fundamental, its most naked, its core. Author Bio: Austin Alexis has published in The Ledge: Poetry and Fiction, Paterson Literary […]
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