Soul Fountain

Poem – Antarctic Depths (By David Russell)

Antarctic Depths An ice-roofed stratosphere, clear liquid space And nerve-legged spiders Crack fans of anchor ice To mend all seals Here it is coddled by the final killer, Will it be toppled by comfort’s rays? ...
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Poem – Darker (By Mike Matter)

Darker by Mike MatterThe lights linger through the ache in my head and a smile flashes for an instant The memory of a past and future to preoccupy me mindfully paces before my the end of day and I type ...
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Poem – 27th HIGH WAY (By Ajise Vincent)

■ 27TH HIGH WAY   tonight, cobblestones have eaten into the earth, the potholes are gone; tender voids, noxious like hollows of black holes. the congestion twirls & begins to evaporate like smoke. automobiles compete with winds.  & the beggar ...
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Poem – Connections (David Russell)

Connections Sheen caps ground rails Soaking harsh sleepers To rattle mud-flounced trains. Drizzle dusts, Grinding against itself, Sparking the tracks’ sheen With casual exasperation; Blinding the gravel Kicking in panic Against the basalt of its being. The lifeline Brine polishes ...
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Poem – MORNING GLORY (By Joseph Cavera)

MORNING GLORY (By Joseph Cavera) Ever since she raised her hand And let her voice be known We’ve all been bowed to understand The altruism she has shown Now in the days she woke too soon, And in the nights ...
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Poem – Rethinking Things (By Gil Hoy)

Rethinking Things - By Gil Hoy I should have married a computer with high-speed internet at an early age. I wouldn’t have needed so much school. Just search for “Most useful info” and read on for four years. Grad school? ...
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Poem – BLACK MADONNA (By Bob Trabold)

BLACK MADONNA  Altoetting, Germany Robert Trabold   Dark chapel pierced by candle light. Silver – gold glittering! Stately candles on the alter add solemnity. Many yellow roses blend with gold – silver. In the middle, small dark statue – woman ...
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Poem – Respitoration (By David Russell)

Respitoration Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon? In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods ...
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Poem – Wasting Time (By Melissa Mendelson)

■ Wasting Time I’m sitting on the bench, and time is passing me by. I’m waiting for tears to fall, but it is the rain that never comes. I’m waiting for love, but there he goes again. My life, my ...
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Poem – His Great Day (By John Grey)

HIS GREAT DAY Turns out I was the great man after all. Otherwise, why the suits. Why the priest taking time out of his busy day to eulogize me. And look at those tears. To think I lived all of ...
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