Soul Fountain
Poem – IF YOU THOUGHT THIS YEAR WAS BAD (By Ray Gallucci)
IF YOU THOUGHT THIS YEAR WAS BAD … (Based on "December 21, 2012: The Real Doomsday?" from http://www.viewzone.com/endtime.html) Doomsday forecasts I believe Offer humans no reprieve. But, unlike the common thread, Won't be we who strike us dead. No atomic ...
Poem – WHAT LIES BENEATH (By Ray Gallucci)
WHAT LIES BENEATH At base of elevator shaft Lives planet I once knew (Preserved by technologic craft) On which earth’s surface grew. Beneath a roof of greenhouse glass Lies planet of my birth Supporting seven levels vast Of Hotel Planet ...
Poem – Checkpoint (By David Russell)
Checkpoint Lurching, they bluster – ghouls into the chasm. Fierce lava, blowing, nullifies their fall And dissipates harsh gravity’s concussion, Forces a seething screen of phoenix cowardice, Leaping to swell Into a fresh, mendacious crust, Tripping and throttling the led ...
Poem – A Bit of News Not Fake (By Donal Mahoney)
A Bit of News Not Fake An article in the paper reports something one doesn’t see happen in America very often. Eighty billionaires, millionaires and others close to that level in New York have written to their lawmakers ...
Poem – The Waking Nightmare (By Henryk Baranski)
The Waking Nightmare IN THE WAKE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS I RISE AND BLINK HAVE I BEEN LAUGHING HAVE I BEEN CRYING HAVE I BEEN AFRAID OR EXALTED HAVE I SEEN MY UNCONSCIOUS HAVE I BEEN TO OTHER WORLDS HAVE I ...
Poem – AT HOHENSALZBURG (By Ray Gallucci)
AT HOHENSALZBURG - By Ray Gallucci (in Salzburg, Austria) Upon this mountain high All comers I defy With walls that can’t be scaled And Gates in iron veiled. Above my Town of Salt, I, Hohensalzburg Fort, Defend where Mozart grew ...
Poem – (By Nicolo Santilli)
sparks - By Nicolo Santilli peek into a distant world where the light is brighter so that some of its light spills through the opening for it lies buried as a potential in ...
Poem – Glass Tanka (By Peter Jastermsky)
Glass Tanka cat paws the moth stays safe a fluttering Vishnu behind glass made braver by distance scrawny coyote its laughs echo breaking glass in his finger tip the glass splinter a million fires burning ...
Poem – You/Me (By Valentina Cano)
Ink dries on my skin the way breath does on yours. You have lost the way to this parched strip of land and I have refused the silence required to get to yours. We are stranded, mud stained and moist ...
Poem – A stiff razor-edged blade slices (By Gil Hoy)
A stiff razor-edged blade slices - By Gil Hoy through pulsating flesh, as the hot orange sun glistens on freshly red-tainted steel. No moans, no cries, no gasps, as the core of a rational caring human being falls to the ...
