Poem – AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli)

AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli) there are realms of beauty which can only be approached by dark paths and their glow is the brightness of darkness and suffering awakening into light
Read moreAWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli) there are realms of beauty which can only be approached by dark paths and their glow is the brightness of darkness and suffering awakening into light
Read moreDON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (Based on the article “No Welcome Home” in The History Channel Magazine, January/February 2008, pp. 40-45; and other Internet sources) Ever hear of Sundown Town? Likely not, few tales around. History kept underground Lest embarrassment be found. Born and raised in Illinois, Town of Anna, since a boy? Went […]
Read moreHomer’s never owned a gun, thinks they should be banned along with bombs and missiles. Doesn’t need them in the river that flows between his mind and his emotions where every now and then he pushes someone in for some untoward remark. He points to the sky first, says that’s where heaven is and gives a push […]
Read moreWe 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 […]
Read moreFluttering with your butterflies The room is vast and empty, with only she facing the tall glass; standing she teases her hair once more; peace seems to surround her. Still then, she wonders as she dives into her own soul, tingling inside; her soft hand touching the womb; a slight sigh, a smile and a memory. In […]
Read morePALL MALL The Mall which I frequented Has now been left for dead. The thriving shops oncesplendid To other haunts have fled. Where once there was a FoodCourt Are now just empty chairs. No Kiddie Train to transport Their laughter here to there. My decade past resembles The fate of this sad Mall. Where once I crowdsassembled, […]
Read moreNocturne Small specks at night Made light of all our thoughts Which grew, in wonder, And burned the flesh that knew them And found the first thoughts, the controlled desires, the boxed fires the thrusting shields. And spoke behind the pauses, And thought between the brain-tissues, And swarmed through infinite cells, And crowded out the millions And burned […]
Read moreThe 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 […]
Read moreLet’s go fly the kite – By Narges Friend, gather the broken frame Change the eroded parts Attach the needed new pieces Allow new glue to dry Apply a fresh coat of color to frame Choose a vibrant shade for cover It is time to fly the kite If you can, mend the old links Put aside […]
Read moreWhat will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse. Maybe the FBI can put the doghouse out on the lawn. He shouldn’t be a problem there. Only men jump over the fence. Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives in […]
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