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Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | ABC | |


your heart is avowed by nostalgic pigeons 
pigeons that you did away with stones


Copyright © shabnam shirvani

Details | Free verse | |


          not for Women 

I dreamt I was a woman last night
My mind was erased , vacant vacated
I focused on candy floss and a colour
Pink the colour unbidden, did blend...
A candy floss pink of white and pink 
Like a misplaced cross bred moth
Or indeed a butterfly with moth wings
The vacated lot of my mind attracted 
Unseemly , ungainly attention from
Men with leering postures and bulges
Unnecessarily making themselves seen
Men of no intelligence , just dark drug
Looking rings round eyes that leered
I knew they saw my pink butterfly moth
Candy floss attitude, and didn't care
Words of Britney gatecrashed my mind
And were leaving my lips before the melody
Before the tune , I dreamt I was a woman
Last night ,..and I discovered what it feels
Like to be shamefully disrespected ..

And ironically..........undervalued!
You know what I mean ?


Copyright © Ian Guyler

Details | Rhyme | |

My Friend Wants to be a Bird

From you, I don’t want to hear another word.
You say you wish to be like that yellow bird?
There it perches up in the banana tree.
Whenever it wants to, it can fly away freely.
Perhaps its latest mate just absconded from the nest.
Do you think he cares?  He can choose among the rest.
You don’t know how good you’ve got it on this tropic isle.
You can be without a woman for just a short while.
Like the flowers in the jungle, women can be picked easily.
There are plenty of them out there for you and me.
Do not wish to be a bird; be thankful you’re a man.
You can attract women as well as any man can.

Copyright © Robert Pettit

Details | Free verse | |



The lights have all disappeared
And the torch lamp’s weary
To block darkness
Darkness is eternity!
Light your red candle
O chase lonesomeness
The deep lonesomeness
By the soft sound of your voice
Your nightingale voice
Speak that Chinese
When you come
Come when the winds blow
Come when trees crawl
Come when birds sing
Of turtledove birds come
Come when I come
Let’s come together, all our life!

Oh, the night and the torch lamp
O at a dark night of a rainy season
At Elobi for a forlorn student
It’s strident.

Douala, June, 2014

Copyright © Jaafar Sadig El Waad