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April 26th 2005

April 26th 2005

Once again – like on April 26th – I had opportunity to lay
under that enormous – self-consuming – orb of bright flame
sending out and all around, it’s essence, in glorious ray,
turning this withering, old planet into colours of the same
hue, that, for some time to come, will. upon me, stay.

Breezes blow to cool, caress, kiss, twirl and dance
through the forests of this old planet turning red
- forests soaked in crystal droplets – not by chance
but by the pouring out this old planets essence - toe to head.
Drawn to the surface by fires, creating rainbows to enhance.

Waves of sounds, of instruments, of lyrics, of voice
skate across the ice fields of this old  - laying soul.
Zamboni scraping layers into flakes, shivers of choice
that was and was not for me or anyone to know,
yet these chilling moments come to the surface, give voice

to all that has and has not come to light - may or may not show
what may lay within the heart, behind the mask, within the psyche.
Do we dance upon illusions ?, guided by the way the wind blows ?
Is this ballet, the pirouette to life’s adventure for me to see ?
An afternoon under Helios’s, penetrating light, this is where I go.

B. J. “A” 2
May 26th 2005

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield

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The Sun In My Face

I awoke this morning to the sun in my face ,
   Quickly I sat  up for I knew it was late .
My sleep  has been so good since we came together,
    The rest I get the peace I feel will be with me forever.
Can't remember when I have felt so good ,
    Finding you has changed my life , I knew it would .
This is not something I would ever take for granted ,
    Because I know the seeds of love have been planted .
It will grow and blossum into something so grand ,
    Always glowing brightly no matter where I stand .
Not a worry or care do I feel on this day ,
    Only joy and happiness will come our way.
I can say this from the bottom of my heart , 
    Never will I feel alone when it's cold and dark .
To be awakened by the sun in my face ,
   To be honest with you , it matters not if I am late .


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Love was as hot as a red moon.
Passion was on fire and was soothed.

A total lunar eclipse occurred on April 15.
The moon was coopery red.

The warmth of her blood was astrologically aligned.
Mother Earth was with her Sun God.

She stood majestically in his eyes.
The core of his being was a deep arousal of desire.

Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Spiritual Poetess

Sought the Red Moon via telescope,
a ritualized ceremony.
Sponsor:	Dave Wood
Contest Name: 	RED MOON 

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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The Beautiful Woman

Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.

Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.

See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.

Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.

One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.

One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

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The sky is lying,
The sun is crying.

Copyright © Tiffiny Hagan

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My Love For You

My love for you is like cool slow rain from an April sky with gentle droplets whispering of love as they kiss your face My love for you is like gentle sea breezes on a hot summer's noon bringing healing's touch from some far away land to soothe the weary soul My love for you is like the dawning sun chasing away the darkness with golden sunbeams that radiate with hope of a better day My love for you is like all these things and more for even if the rain ceases to fall and the breeze forgets to blow and the sun shines no more my love for you will always be there

Copyright © john beharry

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Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 7

Green point pushes up
Through seas of grey debris and
Brashly cries out, “Hope.”

Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg

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NORWESTER I seasonal vicious squall

It was well past noon when I stepped out on the street The sun blazed above and the tar squelched beneath my feet No birds chirped nor eagle soared As I waited in the heat for a bus to board The roads were empty and the journey was fast With another bus behind, doggedly trying to speed past Vying for passengers though only a few were about The heat restricted movement –of that there was no doubt! The sky had darkened when I got off the bus The wind was cooling and blew in gusts Gathering scraps of refuse in swirling dusty piles Scattering them again with the wilfulness of a child’s The sun was shrouded and dark clouds now ruled The change was pleasant, the weather had also cooled I knew a storm was brewing, but not how long I had To cover the open distance to where we lived with dad At that point in time there seemed no sense in hurrying A pleasant walk was favoured to an insane scurrying I had a mile to cover – home was thus far A fifteen minute walk or a couple of minutes by car At the end of the road, I turned right A canopy of thick foliage shielded the dusky light Garlanding a square lake with waters, now dark And two tiny islands amidst, all part of a park The air, here, was thick with the raucous cawing of crows Where colonies nested and now lined the branches in rows In this pristine oasis amid the city’s noxious fumes Nature reigns unfettered in her many-hued plumes

Copyright © Sumit Majumdar

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Sauntering without hindrance in consciousness

Sudden waves of lilac delight

Borne of a sweet tempered breeze I inhale

Powerful auras and essence soon ignite


Fields of flowers, tall grass, background birds singing

Closing my eyes I can no longer resist

I feel myself floating on air to that place I know well

Only in my mind does this utopia exist


Happiness and laughter fill my oasis

Birth of life from all nature abide here

Lilac carries me on a cloud of joy

Perched above all sadness and fear


Immaculateness wafting from rows of white lilacs

Serenity encompasses my spirit with peace

Pink lilacs increase my self confidence

My inner spirit strengthened, absence of meek


The violets ignite my spirits passions

Storms of rapture to undo all the wrongs

At peace I repose with new purpose

As my oasis once again has helped me grow strong 


Written by Corrina

Copyright © Corrina Leblond

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Twist and Dance

Sprinklers twist and dance,
in the blaring sun, joyously-
All spirits lifted.

Copyright © Denise Morgan

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Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 4

Distance speeds up
Time softens pain—
Leaks out, floats away
Next crisis.
Greater horror.
More death.
So far away,
No more real than the cheered-for pain of Hollywood.
Will we remember those whose TV is a window?

Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg

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Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 6

The giant’s eyes have closed.
Guards stand ready to deal the deathblow.
A hush—
            The cheering crowd remembers
It’s not over until the last breath escapes.

Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg

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For Spring No Hesitation Is Great

Today is April 1st. Transit strike.
Mayor Koch accepting the fact. Myself, 
far from crisis central, in North
Manhattan, measuring the temperature
of my apartment. In the sun it is
warm. The crows have returned again
for Spring.

Today life and the city are o.k. Watching
cat in the morning sun. Drinking tea.
My 1300 dollars will melt like summer
snow, but in the meantime, like samurai
I do not show my fear. I remain still
as on the subway and prepared to fight.

I am sitting under the emergency brake
when a coiffured Latin woman rushes aboard.
The doors close but she decides she wants
out. She bangs on the door as the train begins
to move. I see it happen on her face, 
she finds the red cord and pulls, 
no hesitation.

Maybe someone's hand or foot was caught
in the door. Maybe she's just selfish and
impetuous, got on the uptown not the downtown
side. Maybe the friends she could have
been with didn't get aboard. Whatever
her reason, she acted and the train obeyed.

Some of the passengers sit through the
whole thing, some of us stand. Myself, 
I stand, look for the hand caught in the door.
Later, walk home through the pouring rain.
Today is April 1st. Transit strike.
Sky blue, temperatures mild. Democracy
is great.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow

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Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 3

Dead, dying, deadest
All security is broken.
Warm sand wrapped in seaweed
Your smiling face
Goose bumps in hard, playful waves, washed by
Laughing foam, watched by a
Dancing sun
Drips of ice cream trickled down sandy arms
As flip-flopped feet swerve Shelob
Sleeping in her glittering lair,
Sung to sleep by the lullaby of semi, mosquitoes, traffic, and waves.
Slap, slap, roar.
Slap, slap, roar.
Slap, slap…

Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg

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Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 1

A child’s tears
The hope of a nation leaks out her eyes
A deadly dance of disaster
Spinning faster, the number grow
Each one a story
Wrapped up in a statistic
Each one a life
            Connected to countless others
We are all dominos and
We’re all falling down now

Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg

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Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 5

My Japan
Is not this Japan.
My Japan is all in rows—
On time, shiny, new
Always lit up.
My Japan is on the run,
Always so much more work to be done.
Spinning faster to get on top,
My Japan will never stop.
My Japan is in ancient, green-topped mountains,
Peeling red gates,
Cold, moss covered statues
Waiting for no tomorrow.
My Japan is on its head
Left somewhere amongst the dead
The fired, the piles of stone—
Memorials to our once Babbling towers.
The crying statues, waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow.
This Japan is not
My Japan.

Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg

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I didn't know you very well April.
You were the start of spring,
The beginning of new things.
Offering a time for transition,
expressing a sweet song for broken men,
showing that what had withered away once could grow again.
April, I sit here now and think of you as me.
You are the most certain uncertainty.
Your chill passes as wind thru my cotton tee.
Your chill is me rushing thru those I've treated improperly.   
Your overcast sky is heavy like my regrets.
It has encompassed my every individual action and step.
Drenching my precious days as I stood wet,
your rain fills the wrinkles of this face I cant forget.
But April, I'm moving away from the mirror, far too long consumed,
and stepping outside with you waiting for the flowers to bloom.
April, your sun is dynamic when you show it.
It is very much like mine within me and I know it.
It turns me completely inside out,
Still fierce with fire under that bed of grey doubt.
Still hot as a lover's passion when it parts the storm clouds to shine.
Yes April I am assured that your sun is much like mine.
So April I do, I see. 
In your light is where I need to be.
This is where I need to focus.
Hopeful now for I know that nothing is hopeless.
It is here and now that I raise my head
from the muck and mire of years past dead.
Here and now clawing mud from the pit of my eyes to see.
April my statement is that Im going to be free.
Like your sun sometimes immaculate in the sky,
Im going to live more for me and be free or die.
I accept the responsibility of success, so I'll try.
And will rest my weary thoughts without inquiring into why?
Why?   Why? Why it all came to be as it did.
I don't know but the best I can do is change how I live.
I wont be selling my cherished ideals,
Im no longer poor.
I wont be pawning off my outbursts
for a cheap pop no more.
Because I need more. More baby, more.
And I know where I need to go.
To kick-start my throbbing heart,
I'm digging back to my roots to grow.
So while your leaves stream upward
and tulips glow from their bulbs,
I'll stand outside myself again, 
fully content to be exposed.
April, I can grow with you now, knowing that I know,
I left myself behind a long time ago.  
But that's o.k.,  somehow i'm thinking WOW! 
I've always dwelled somewhere other than here and now. .
I'm here now though, its crazy,
I sense that I may be fine.
For the love I lost has found me again, 
revealing it's almighty face in mine.

Copyright © teddy burke