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 a memory of solid metal, So that it cannot be penetrated by knowledge, So that the […]
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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 itself, where water crashes against its pylons and its slim foundations shake and shudder. Like me, there’s a calm that […]
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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 scorched by flame, His face cadaverous Born in shame. For years he traveled, A circus freak […]
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The Closing Stage I’m afraid the end-time is near See the maddening impunity of depraved heads The mediocre misfit manning our stolen mandate – The perfidious president, the gluttonous governors, The crooked councillors, the law-breaker law-makers: All self-seeking merchants of loot! See the opportunistic stratocrats Patriotically riding on the civilians’ profligacy I’m afraid the end-time is near See the jagged […]
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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
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Summer as a Friend At the lake house, the soft moonlight on the pines I fall asleep like an open window. I can hear the waves lapping, the crickets, and the cool wind in the trees like summer outside visits me when I feel alone in my dreams.
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At the Gazebo in Winter Under the gazebo, a shade of gray I can hear and see the lake lapping, just beyond the pines. Unlike winter, the empty campsites and hardwood trees I have my art called poetry.
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Driving into a storm graying a cloud-mottled sky, mist climbs the building towers, umbrellas shudder below. A broken water line arcs an icy sidewalk, stoplights fail, freezing the intersections. The side street crosswalk cop spins and whistles, pauses cars as he passes the ladies on. Buses bounce a pothole lane, side panels milky with engine-melted ice. Street breezes worry […]
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Last Tuesday nobody was answering any emails except for the people who were waiting for answers only other people could give. there were rooms which needed stuff moved out, but the price had gone up because now the work had to be done out of hours. and someone was looking for numbers on feminine hygiene waste products used in […]
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Discourse He was the foam on the backwash of conversation, Repelled by the safety-pier; Seeming to crave a knife to answer The upward wave-choppings, He felt as if there were an invisible plastic partition Segmenting the round, globular flatness Of all within his view – A tank, cramping and inflexible To cramp that perfect essence. Blocks and straight lines […]
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