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Details | Free verse | |

Sense of Touch

That Bench He goes there every day; to that bench in the shade; Where his shoes have formed small clearings in the gravel; where his wool sport coat has rubbed smooth the paint. He goes there every day, to that bench in the shade where the squirrels eat straight from his hand as little birds frantically snatch up seeds he's sprinkled about. He goes there every day, to that bench in the shade but not today…and not again.
08/30/15 Submission for Contest: The Sense of Touch Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud

Copyright © The Grahamburglar

Details | Light Poetry | |

Ode to My Chickens

Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment, 
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could, 
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small. 

Copyright © Fran Slimon

Details | Ballad | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME

Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.

Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world.

Copyright © Julian Bohan

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Let me go

              Let me go
 show me out the door with kind words
  I want you to Love me ..
  not punish by Force
 My Prison, my warden 

                 Let me go
          My choice to be Free
      Free of suppression,  of my own creativity
       let me decide for myself
               my destiny 

                Let me go
           let go of me gracefully
     I belong to myself , children and God
       Let me go , let go of me 
                 I am free 
            to choose to love and give
                 I am Free 
          from what burdens me 
                now I am Free

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Free verse | |

To a Bird of Paradise

Don't watch my footsteps disappear
in search of ephemeral rocks to anchor
But wait with me to gather spirits
so I won't be afraid of Sunsets...

When orange melts away in darkness 
Just stay with me until it's over
Caress my stranded fins with Dawn
Please do Not cry..I will be... Home...

(author of "f Lava of My Soul")

Copyright © iolanda Scripca

Details | Sonnet | |

Loving Grandparents

Loving Grandparents

I've seen more faces of parental love
As a child I heard folk lore from grandma
Often I lay calm in her elbow's cove
Night pressed her feet swollen with oedema 
And in the noon we would hide in a room 
With a binoculars to watch the birds 
Collecting twigs for nesting babes in womb
Grandma was fun and all requests were heard

Grandpa moved around with his wailking stick  
We took care of him on his pious bed
Didn't know he was dying thought him sick
In the middle of night goodbye he said 

We hugged and cried at our world that collapsed.
New homes we were flown to, our ties just snapped

October 29, 2015
Contest: In The Name Of Love
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Balveen Cheema

Details | ABC | |

Ode to the Canary Bird

Isn't it strange?
That death can clip away the canary?
Canary's tales-
One might cease to wonder!

Death, why thou smile?
Only of transformation, 
Have you perfected!
But can the memoirs be cast away?

All birds know its beauty,
All Lords know its strength!
Strength in making many miss,
Sorrow, fear, yet, a forlorn look.

Who shall sound the note?
Who shall say more of the canary than its deeds!

Canary's wings; now a sight of old,
Canary's voice; a slight hammer when remembered.
Tell tales of the canary,
She has only changed it form!

Humming birds!
Eagles and its hosts, pay tributes
Bravehearts smile aside your lay,
Strong ones share your tales,
For death; rejoiceth,
Knowing not, a transformation done!

I fear not for transformation, 
I fear not for th cold wings of sly
While I cease not to ponder,
Like men of days,
Death; be not proud, yet,
An indispensable ally.

Copyright © Babayinka Olubodun

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Goodbye Planet Earth


As our planet slowly dies
There don’t seem too much hope
Rich people always going crazy
It’s on its highest scope
The foolish race to suicide
All nature’s rules they are defied 
That we are heading for our doom
This cannot be denied

Enjoy it this beauty while you can
Too soon it might be rare
Rulers reign with eyes tight closed
It isn’t bloody fair
As we with eyes that always see
We stand there helplessly
One wonders if they’ll ever learn 
When all is gone where will they turn

Sometimes my eyes just fill with tears
I have no say in things
No way to save these trees and birds
Who in their branches sing
It seems our planet crumbles now
What will the future bring?

‘Goodbye, to you’ my friend, the earth
Your time be coming soon
I mourn you with all my senses
I mourn you with this tune
I’ll enjoy you while I can
Cause I’m that kind of man
You’ve been good to me, my friend
I don’t want to see you end.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | I do not know? | |

Fly on Black Raven

It doesn't matter, 
We were never friends.
Steel heart don't shatter,
All good things must end.

Sure gonna miss you,
The ecstasy in your touch,
I'll find others to get me through,
Maybe learn love exist or such.

Fly away raven,
Don't dare look down on me,
Your lust it felt like Heaven,
Feathers blackened by misery.

It doesn't matter,
We weren't ever friends,
Your steel heart can't shatter,
 all good things must end.

Copyright © yu nough mi

Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Song

Another haunted night, I watch raindrops fall from consoling clouds, track each plane flying south, and I think of you. My lungs empty a lonely sigh… I bullet a dark, heaving sky with my angry words as I curse you for walking away again. I remember the starlings that came earlier; they circled low, then perched along the eaves while the sun held me in afternoon glow, as if to say goodbye, friend. We will meet again. I should have known. Night after night, shadows march a solemn procession across a long-faced moon. I know he is mourning, too. Weeds tangle my thoughts until I dream in a web of mismatched memories and neglected clues - so many questions, left in a heap at the foot of our bed, no answers said out loud. Loneliness plays blackjack with my heart; mocking me tonight, the house wins again. Why do I gamble after losing you before? How many times have you walked out that door? I try to mend cracks exposed when darkness fades into golden dawn. I try to color my crumbling world like a child. I paint smiles on your face in our albums to tell myself lies. I replay that moment you walked away; I envision every detail down to one lace that dangled from your new shoes, new shoes bought to step into our new life together. I remember when we wrapped ourselves in our dreams to keep warm. One day, your face will dissolve like a rain puddle on a summer day. One day, I’ll say goodbye and start again. Maybe today will be that day. At least today, I’ll try. A lone starling in a dark, glossy suit lands on my window sill at break of dawn. It wakes me with its sweet, warbled song and waits long enough for me to rise from bed so I might feel the promise of a new day shine through my soul. Then, as my tears fall soft like flowing silk, he spreads his wings and flies away. In light of dawn’s blessings, I am the starling, singing a goodbye song. I pray, tonight, I dream of anyone but you. written April, 2014

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders