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Details | Free verse | |

Sharma's Song

Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.

No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of  trilling notes

Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

Details | Triolet | |

My uncle, my hero

A husband, a father, an uncle, a son
A soldier, a brother, a man and a boy
Never one or the other, united, just one

His boyhood was lost too soon in the war
His manhood affected by all that he saw
His dotage came early, yet longevity reigned

He shed tears for his father, shed tears for his son
The tears of a man cried by a boy
Tears for the boy wept by the man

Haunted by a past he longed to forget,
Surrounded by the life that somehow seemed set
Yet speeding towards a future he was unwilling to greet

Hidden within the old man’s body, bravely the boy still lived
And for a fleeting moment a glint in his eye revealed, 
In the innocence of youth his carefree spirit prevailed

Copyright © Huberta van Akkeren

Details | Rhyme | |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

Details | Rhyme | |

Big cat roars

     Big Cat Roars. 

A big cat roared in the wilderness,
As the birds fled to the skies,
As the echo’s of the thunderbirds
Be drowning out their cries.
As mad, mad man goes off to war,
And young men die 
Oh Lord what for?????

The dark green bird with the big propeller 
Be dropping off some fine young fellows,
To fight a mad, mad, war in tears
As anguished mothers face their fears.
And boys, some dying for leaders pride,
Be forced to thrust their souls aside.

The Romans march they off to war,
They're still with us and that's for sure.
The Gulf, Iraq and Vietnam
Does anybody give a damn???
About boys dying in the night,
And who be wrong and who be right.?

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Ballade | |

Living as a TPI

Living as a T.P.I

Just under twenty years ago
I was down in every way
Because of time in Vietnam
 There was horror in my days
So Repatriation did give me
A special rate of pension
To help me with my daily stress
And take away my tension.

At first I hated all of this
I felt just like a taker
Though these guys knew without a doubt
 That me, I was no faker
Then one day I did think about it
And came to the conclusion
That me, I was one lucky man.
Then gone were my illusions

So then, I made the most of it
I learned to play Guitar
And wrote about three hundred songs
[Though I never was a star]
I walked along the wetland trails
And heard the birds rich calls
And realized this lazy life
It was quite wonderful.

So now I bless each day that comes
And do not care at all
That I am living off the state
I guess I have it all
And all this leisure that I have
I deserve it, all if it
Because I went to serve my country
And I know I done my bit.

19 November 2013 @ 1500hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
A playful
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin

Details | Free verse | |

Pies Politics And Birds

            Pies Politics And Birds

300 lbs. can’t hide my weight from stealing pies from bakeries 
But I need my pies and will not be deprived
A warm pumpkin pie slides inside my shorts
Blueberry and cream go in the back and sides
A large slimy apple and a peach fit beneath my shirt
Icy against my thick hairy chest; is a little messy
Then a cheese cake stuffed inside my socks
As I waddle to the door to make an invisible escape
Ninja like and subtle, hoping no one sees my size
The baker stops me at the door
Questions why I’m stealing all his pies
Good sir, you are mistaken I assure you!  
I am a politician on a mission
Gathering crumbs for my constituents
There are birdies just outside as clear examples, who adore me
Sir, do you realize who you are talking to?!
I am the president of Venezuela, former bus driver par excellence
Appointed and anointed by Hugo Chavez himself before he died 
I have evidence; see for yourself at this address

I kid you not
Here I am speaking to the former dead leader today on national TV
He has taken on the form of a very little bird
Speaking fluent through his tiny beak to me
In Spanish, Parakeet and sparrow, Spanisparrowkeet for short
Therefore you cannot have me arrested, that’s for sure
I am the law and former bus driver of the people for the people
Now as president, I place pies in my shirts and shorts
Stay clear from me or I will start a war
Starting with your store


Copyright © Earl Schumacker

Details | Haiku | |


                                           A dollar

                                           Birds yellow
                                                  Tree of life
                                                      A painting


                                              Two brothers
                                                     Beautiful woman
                                                                War war

                                                 Blue eyes
                                                      Red boobs
                                                         Sky apples

                                                   Heaven dews
                                                            Silky grass
                                                                  Autumn girls


Details | Rhyme | |

Thoughts On A Spring Morning

Thoughts On A Spring Morning

I look out my window, the wind it is blowing
The trees they are dancing, the moments are flowing
The sunbeams are making a sweet lovely show
The trees as they’re dancing, oh Lord how they glow
My heart is so happy, I’m brim filled with joy
This feeling inside me there’s naught could destroy
Oh lord you’ve created a beautiful space
Though some of us humans you might well erase

The birds they are singing a beautiful song
It’s in these spring mornings I really belong
I love every season, but spring I love best
When I watch the sun beaming I feel I am blessed
The grass is like velvet, all tender and green
The morning’s so peaceful, and oh, so serene
It’s hard to believe that there’s war going on
Oh where is intelligence in humans gone?

Two magpies they warble their song for the day
The sky is so blue in a wonderful way
The bliss how it fills me with so much sweet love
I look at the heavens, and feel God above
I see so much beauty it lies everywhere
God he did make us this beauty to share
Yet everyone’s fighting and carrying on
Oh tell me sweet Lord, just where love has gone

6 October 2015

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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A Summers Morning

A summers Morn.

A summer’s Morn, the birds sing out their magic
Their mystic echo fills my heart with love.
Whilst far away those shells so loud and tragic
They shower down their murder from above.

The trees they dance, their splendour all around me
As the morning sun it fills my heart with joy
And everything just feels so free and easy
Whilst mankind has the mind to life destroy.

It’s hard to understand the minds of Humans
He cannot rid himself of fear and hate.
He cannot see the light, his eyes be blinded
Can he not see the Karma he creates??

The lazy river sparkles in the Sunlight
As it conquers all yet stays in serene bliss
Whilst man he has to kill, why can’t he see it
The truth of all this foolishness of his.

Awaken man, awaken, from your sleeping
Just take a look and see what you’ve become
Your habits they be sunken right into you
It seems to me your heart be really numb.

7 February 2014

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Notice the bird? Soaring through the smutty fog?
The beauty of its graceful wings and hopeful chirp
Untouched by the plastic and the pre-tense
But they cannot see you friend, behind their touchscreens

I cry within that you are all that is
Yet they hurry and scowl, too violent to gaze
Too violent to be amazed
And still you sing

Above the masquerade of sin
You softly gaze from a mighty tree
Staying briefly, to remind me, the war weary,
To be.

Take me away, will you? With your song,
Show me the sky and all that you see

Copyright © Sophie Taylor

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Of Judith and Inanna

For the accountant, the librarian, on this cold day
there is no revelation. He will go his own way
to the roar of the tinnitus in his ears.
About our war what is there to say. Yesterday
a flock of bluebirds was the only color in the woods.
Have they arrived too early for their good? 
Of Judith and Inanna I have Korf's fears.

Inanna is generous, Judith is dangerous.
On each the wise elders depend for sustenance, 
protection. Agriculture is sexual
and wars end when men remember cunnilingus.
To savor the young woman's thighs and the old one's food, 
to water her womb and cut her wood.
Is this not what's real, the actual, the animal? 

The women I have known were bluebirds and crows, such
nuthatches, cardinals, robins, an occasional thrush.
They did not consider their bodies holy, 
they found my seduction easy. What good luck
on the bed, in the light of the land, in our youth.
Our enemy eventually becomes our brother, 
his misery lifted by coming to her city.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow

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Bird Dung of Doom

The prophets forewarned us in ancient words
Of monstrous, metallic, reptilian birds

Igniting skies with a flight of fire:
Below them the smoke of charred Earth will spire.

These death-pterodactyls are coming true:
Their pilots turn bleak the horizons of blue,

Sleek avian avatars, spilling down
Their droppings that cinder the field and town.

The creatures themselves are consumed in flame,
And man is a dinosaur, obsolete-name,

Forgotten as prophesied, slain by sleek
Low-swooping pteranodons, bones-in-beak.

Copyright © Steve Eng