Poetry

Poem – Song of America (By Gil Hoy)

Song of America    I. I see you, Walt Whitman, an American Rough, a cosmos!  I see you face to face! I see you and the nameless faceless Faces in America's ageless crowds of men and women who you saw ...

Poem – The Spider Web (By Danny P. Barbare)

Tangled up in a spider web what an icky feeling thought after thought then suddenly I’m bitten. Danny P. Barbare resides in the Southern U.S. in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He has been writing poetry on and off for ...

Poem – Siblings (By Allison Grayhurst)

Siblings   Her laughter breaks your fold, wedding you to your primal joy. Your extremes keep tune with her emotions, setting them close to yours and your canvas of sharp colours. She has no veil. You have no hidden chamber, ...

Poem – LAND OF POETRY (By Joseph Cavera)

LAND OF POETRY (By Joseph Cavera) Today we sit here in this world Of speeches, media, and flags unfurled Some who live see the green and blue While others peer over a grayer hue For those who are felicitous- want ...

Poem – THE ADVANCING BIOSPHERE (By Joseph Cavera)

THE ADVANCING BIOSPHERE (By Joseph Cavera) From the new, fly the old Species and spaces, forever fold into the zone of Daphne's trees little finches none the wiser progression cannot freeze of course... They rang the tones of this old ...

Poem – Destinations (By Gil Hoy)

Destinations - By Gil Hoy A lizard crossed my path with no skin, Just armor for protection from car treads and sun tan lotion to keep the sun’s rays out. Its tongue had just scooped up an unsuspecting grasshopper who ...
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Poem – Ostracan Heroes (By Frank Eze)

Ostracan Heroes "the sky is still flushed in the face, the rains will not come soon" said the sweet-toothed seer who swam in sorrow and reeked of sins beyond the blood of the lamb so we sprinkled our sweats prodigally ...

Poem – Lore (By David Russell)

Lore Knowledge, as a dish of elusive ice-cubes Floating in acid Touching each one, propels its elusiveness; The mediation of the utensil cannot be avoided. Acid me, hand me, cube me; Cuddling smudges, polychromatic pollution, Knowledge spectrum. He must make ...

Poem – YOU HAVE A PIER IN ME (By John Grey)

YOU HAVE A PIER IN ME - By John Grey Pier juts far into the open sea. It makes its point, not here, where stone steps lead from sand to calm wooden planks but out at the very tip of ...

Poem – PHANTOM-CIZING (By Ray Gallucci)

PHANTOM-CIZING (A poetic tribute to the original story by Gaston Leroux, prompted by seeing Andrew Lloyd-Webber's Phantom of the Opera) His name is Erik, Though few who know This name by which Opera Phantom goes. Not burned by acid Or ...