Poetry
Poem – Oh This Time! (Neelamani Sutar)
On the tips of our fingers Is playing, the spring Hide and seek With colors! But beneath our feet No lush green grass, Only poisonous shrubs. From the mouth of desires Uttered rain drops pattering And, in our brains Bright ...
Poem – MOUNTAINVIEW (By Ray Gallucci)
■ MOUNTAINVIEW A sunrise in France, The same on Kauai. From window I glance At mountain so high. Though ages apart And half world away, Their natural art Is full on display. In France the Ardeche Took eons to carve ...
Poem – The Fern (By DS Maolalai)
The Fern these are days; people with nothing to do doing nothing. people with things to do doing those things. the sun out, loud and shining, like a child screaming at a dropped ice-cream, but weak enough to freeze you ...
Poem – DAWN (By Ray Gallucci)
DAWN It shuffled across the savannah Toward shade from the rising sun. In each hand it carried banana Held firm by opposing thumb. An ape by all rights of appearance, Yet upright its ambling gait. To primate behavior adherence Except ...
Poem – Why Are the Dead So Still (By Fern G. Z. Carr)
Why Are the Dead So Still - By Fern G. Z. Carr Arms crossed, lying motionless in an open casket, he gazes upward through closed eyelids. Maybe if I look hard enough I’ll see him flinch or wriggle his nose ...
Poem – Renewal (By Gary Beck)
Renewal Spring is a sensory eruption, delighting in its awakening those starved by winter starkness. Magnolias briefly bloom dazzling the eyes with elegant beauty, intoxicating the nose with nature's finest scent, never duplicated in contrived laboratories. Forsythia bright cheer leader ...
Poem – Heart of the City (By Matthew Anish)
Heart of the City - By Matthew Anish In a thousand city rooms lovers caress each other On the streets auto lights are reflected in pools of rainwater Trucks hurtle by bringing needed goods to ...
Poem – light in darkness (By Nicolo Santilli)
Light In Darkness - By Nicolo Santilli the eyes must grow used to the light of darkness to discover its resplendent depths to suffer with a twinkle in the eye that does not dismiss suffering ...
Poem – King Me (By Melissa Mendelson)
■ King Me The heat is on, and the race is gaining speed. Yet, a quiet falls, brushing against that worrying question, “Will we make another mistake,” and the serpent will wrap us warm. But she will suffocate us cold ...
Poem – After the Snowstorm (By Danny P. Barbare)
After the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow. ...
