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Long poem by Stanley Carter | Details


Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead butterflies,
bestirred by ghoulish breezes,
the colors bleeding from moribund antennae,
slim as a cat’s whispers

Tozzath casts his gaze into the river’s ripples,
where crocs lurk, awaiting unwary dreamers,
ready to snatch their phrenolic flotsam
in bejeweled jaws and shred it into despairing wisps
spiraling into slanted moonbeams
glimpsed from quiet rooms
with carelessly parted curtains
made from the silk of a once-noble lady’s sigh

Tozzath’s gaze plumbs into a palatial abode
atop the highest hill in Anakabrazan.
He climbs a slim tower
ringed by crenellated battlements,
pushing his essence through walls
of besooted sandstone,
recoiling briefly from the reeking opulence
of the pasha’s slumber chamber

Scents of licorice and sandalwood
and kershoolo rise from incense sticks,
and Tozzath wends his way through furnishings
of walnut and mahogany encarved
with likenesses of winged beasts,
and approaches a bed covered with
damask cushions filled with nightingale feathers
which sing nocturnal ballads
when tossed and turned upon

Tozzath eyes the furrows
in Pasha Doasdra’s troubled brow,
where seeds of doubt sprout like weeds,
nourished by a rain of ruminations.
Blue rivulets of dreamstuff run
down the pasha’s weary face,
lined with the memories of sixty sunsets,
and creased by a dozen more,
lost in moonless crevices

Doasdra’s neatly trimmed beard
belies the thicket of twisted briars in his brain,
entangled entropies cloaked in conscious canopy
as convoluted as the treacherous undergrowth
within the Night Woods of Shaddeshan

Tozzath strides forward, unafraid,
his mind encased within the
protective curling confines of a conch
snatched from a beach where the paw prints of
forgotten creatures imprint shiftless sands
drizzled through an hourglass of purest amber,
overturned by the hand of Time

Tozzath fights through the flora
and breaches the beach,
wading into waters
where sad thoughts settle like silt
in the somber depths

He follows the flow,
paying homage to a tributary,
and dries his very best,
as a dusty road commences
beneath an umber sky.
He sets his feet upon it,
his soles shod in slipshod sandals

He cuts across fallow, hallowed ground
and nears a farmhouse
where termites have made a
banquet hall of the boards

He steps onto the porch with catlike grace
and finds no door to knock upon.
He enters, stirring dust motes
caught in a sunbeam pouring through
a shingular aperture

Tozzath ascends rail-less steps,
heads down a hallway,
pauses, passes
through a closed door;
its piney panels tickle

A young girl blanketed by shadows
lies on a bed of rusty spirals
while her head squats in the corner,
covered with cobwebs.
A small spider splays in her open mouth.
The eye sockets serve as a hovel for fruit flies.
Her scalp is bare, the hair plucked long ago, 
prized nesting material for birds,
none of them nightingales

The girl’s thin arm moves,
her bony fingers grasping an emerald
nestled in her cleavage,
attached to a scarlet ribbon
draped around her cloven neck.
She removes the priceless pendant
and places it in Tozzath’s palm,
cold as an unswaddled foundling

Tozzath leaves the shadow girl and
departs the farmhouse.
The baked clay beneath his feet
gives way to golden cobbles,
and buildings of alabaster and porcelain
rise on either side,
topped by bulbs and minarets
of finest moonstone

The grand markets of Anakabrazan
stretch before him,
bursting at the seams
with beggars and choosers, 
merchants and mendicants,
overflowing with goods and bads.
The clamor rings in Tozzath’s ears,
mingling with nightingale songs

He spies two ragamuffins in an alley.
A boy picks up a piece of broken bottle
and turns to a disheveled girl,
draped in grimed homespun, not shadows,
her eyes bright as emeralds.
The boy entwines the bauble
and hangs it around her neck.
She kisses his cheek,
leaving a smirk and a smudge

Tozzath watches sadly as a
wagon heaped high with melons
rounds a corner,
the driver cracking a whip
over hunchbacked horses.
A melon falls from the back and
instantly a dozen urchins descend,
their ears attuned to the sound of falling fruit.
Their dinner chime.

The boy and girl dash out of the alley.
The boy steps in mongrel dung.
He slips and falls,
sliding beneath the clattering wheels.
His head splits open like a melon
and the girl screams.
Somewhere, a mongrel mourns

And in a silken bed in a marbled manse
on the higher side of town,
a noblewoman cries out also
as the slippery head of a newborn pasha
erupts from her womb.
The odd indentations in his skull
will fade in time

In another alley the grimy girl stoops,
prying up paving stones,
clutching them to her heart.
She’ll hurl them at the melon merchant
next time he passes by

A crowd gathers in a courtyard
outside the army barracks
and watches a soldier’s scimitar
seek out the girl’s slim neck,
sending her soul to the shadows

Tozzath returns to the farmhouse
where shades of meaning await the womb.
The girl still tarries, tallying,
carping about unkind cuts,
refusing her rebirth

But an old man, swaddled in silks,
shall soon depart his bed,
and recall the emeralds he made
from broken bottles
before he ever was

And the boy shall come to the farmhouse,
cleansed by the rains of remembrance,
no longer confined to the prism
of Fate’s fractals,
and the two fast friends shall ride
a kinder conveyance,
with bespokened wheels encircling eternity

And they shall quaff dregless brews
from green, unbroken bottles

Copyright © Stanley Carter | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Isaiah Zerbst | Details

Highland Lassie

Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the lake town,
Askin' of a question erry where he goes:
(Chorus; Cailin, followed by some villagefolk)
And it's, "Marry, gather 'round! for she hasna' yet been found;
I come lookin' for the truest lass, as only one can be:
I've a letter do deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er
To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea."
"Here's a lass," they proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,
And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep:
Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow,
But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep."

(Verse Two; Cailin's thoughts)
Some of them were pouty, others even dowdy;
"These," he thought, "would never do in fifteen years:
Beauty on the outside, nothin' on the inside,
Leaves a girl with nothin' when it fades to tears."
(Chorus; Cailin's continuing journey)
Trav'lin' all around, for she hasna' yet been found;
He's come lookin' for the truest lass, as only one can be:
With a letter do deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er
To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea." 
"Here's a lass," they proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,"
But you canna' tell the fairest one except you see them all:
And the lassies sweetly smile, for this stranger to beguile,
As 'e treads throughout the Highlands from the winter to the fall.

(Verse Three; Cailin's travels and troubles)
From the banks of Lomon', up to Durness roamin',
How's a wight to judge betwixt a thousand score?
Steps were waxing weary, days were growing dreary,
'Till 'e saw a lass 'e hadna' met before.
(Chorus; Cailin, to a lass called Ellsie and her villagefolk)
And it's, "Marry, gather 'round, for the lassie here is found!
I 'ave searched and found the truest lass, as only one can be:
Here the letter I deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er
To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea. 
"Here's a lass," I proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,
And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep:
Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow,
But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep."

(Verse Four; Ellsie's villagefolk reply in confusion)
Then they said, "Oh, please, Sir, don't you taunt and tease 'er,
Caint you tell she's plainer e'en than Skye down dell?
Caint you tell you've pained 'er? don't do that again, Sir,
Lest you 'ave a reason, and if so, pray tell."
(Chorus; Cailin's reply, followed by Ellsie reading the letter)
"O'er the braes an' through the moor, I 'ave trode my walkers sore,
All to find the truest lassie in the Highlands boggy peat;
And the truest lass is fair, for the true shall never wear,
So I say that here's the truest, fairest lass I've chanced to meet."
Then she opened up the scroll, and she read it to the full,
And for those who chance to wonder, I shall quote you what she read:
"When the fairest lass I find, if our wishes are aligned,
I should wish to know thee better, lass, and then, perhaps, to wed."

(Verse Five; Ellsie's reply to the letter)
Then she said, "Oh, come, Sir; don't be sad or glum, Sir;
Meet my father, mother, and my sisters small:
Soon the bells were ringin', people gladly singin'
"Here's the lad who worked to find the best of all."
(Chorus, which Ellsie's villagefolk sing at the wedding)
"O'er the braes an' through the moor, 'e 'as trode 'is walkers sore,
All to find the truest lassie in the Highlands boggy peat;
And the truest lass is fair, for the true shall never wear,
So I say that here's the truest, fairest lass I've chanced to meet. 
"Here's a lass," we proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May,
And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep:
Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow,
But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep."

Note: the verses are written using trochaic feet, meaning that they begin with a stressed syllable, followed by an unstressed, and so on repeatedly. The fifth foot (syllables nine and ten) in the second and fourth lines of the verses is a spondee, meaning two stressed syllables in one foot. I mention this for ease in correct reading. An example of this same device is "Since the Savior Found Me" by Edgar J. Haskins, (in last line of verses and refrain).

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Johnny Williams | Details

Valentines Day Is Everyday

Her cognition is sporadic
Longing for her to relax
And display calm tactics
Lay on my chest like it’s a hammock
When she isn't calm
I can't stand it
Cause behaviors like these in women
Can easily become habits
It won't happen to my woman
She's in love
That's it
She can sit in the couch
Or lay her marvelous body on the mattress
By her side I am her servant
At her service
She's my queen
No doubt she deserves this
I observe frequent wants
I analyze constant needs
And her dreams come with immediate results from me
There's no such thing as greed
Her expectations
I command myself to exceed
Because it's my Heart she keeps stealing
My feelings have no ceilings
Have no walls
It's all about her everyday
Answer her every beck and call
Call me what you want
But she calls me John Boy
And I call her baby
Every day is Valentine's Day for her
It's called love far from crazy
I daydream
And I fantasize
She wants me to ratify
I see it in her eyes
I see her thoughts
Breathing harder
Body getting hot
I love the uniqueness
That lies inside her soul
I place Campbell’s Chunky Soup and some chunky kisses
In her dinner bowl
When she doesn't get her way
Her chest gets hella swole
Seeing her beam
Is my daily goal
Go and marvel her under the covers
Just like a mole
Bond with her berries
This is my safe haven savior
It's far from scary
This is the woman I enjoy every lick of
This is the woman I want to one day marry
I still reminisce about our 1st kiss
Now I shower her with kisses
That led to other activities
No matter how tired I am
She's entitled to all of my energy
The Laughs we share
Of course she cares
Together tackling lions, liars, and Bears
Sleep together holding her in my arms
All while we're holding hands
And it's my duty to bring Valentine's Day everyday
That's how I ended up being her forever man
Our relationship is steadily budding
I'm enjoying every step of the journey
Cause we haven't even came close to the summit
I still want to meet Roddy and your other cousins
Take Jayden trick or treating
And help him carve pumpkins
It's February
But every day is Halloween
Taste your candy
Vanilla filing comes out
And so does screams
Improved results
Since I put Coach Motley on my team
My dream cum conclusion came true
And so did my dream.
Drink that drink that
Like its candy concocted codeine
Drink her devotion
Cause she's my queen
I'll do anything
No questions asked
No back talk or sass
Get her a peace backpack from Razz Razzmatazz
Write a poem about her past
Then write one about her time with Jazz
Love her love her in every way
It's about to be March
And for her it's Valentine's Day
I'll fight every obstacle that tries to deteriorate
Tax season
Give Pisces Paradise a little decorate
We'll never desolate
Lewis told us to wait
So we'll get married when I'm 28
I hate relying on holidays
To make sure your heart is straight
Every day is Valentine's days
Every day is Xmas
Whether were racing go carts
Or eating McChicken no lettuce
I'm proud of you
And more proud of us
We made it through The Lew
And Flex's cloud of dust
Go home and sit down
And watch Penny Proud and a Puff
Put walls up from others
We need to tint our car
But even before Creamy the Car
We have to remember what made us who we are
Talking all night till the next day
Hit a nerve
Then I wipe your tears away
Kiss like it’s the last time we'll meet
I know what you're thinking
No no need for you to speak
Legs tangled in the Spider-Man sheets
Our senses are enhanced
I give a glance
You start to feel the wander
Of my curious hands
Your voice getting raspy
Either you're Horny of getting the itus
The other stuffed are in the living room
But Shadow and Am'Aya Mouse sleep beside us
Cracking our toes in sync
Only setting us up for arthritis
At least know what's coming
We both hate surprises
She's my hynes
And I'm affectionate starving
Hearts is beating double time
You can hear the echo throughout the apartment
Rub your butt
Skin soft as Charmin
Every time you move
I hear it and feel it because the headboards lose
An effortless kiss
Is an extraordinary boost
It brings sonic rings and shivers down my spine
The constellations align
No one can break our bond and bind
Why start crying
When we're incredible fine
You're my future, love, Xmas, Easter, my Valentine's
But most importantly you’re infinitely mine

Copyright © Johnny Williams | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Darian Rehder | Details

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?

Copyright © Darian Rehder | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Karl Nkecha Safindah | Details

The A to Z of Girls I've Met II

I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again and see the light.
Miranda, fairest of them all
Adored our trips to the mall.
I could tell from her charming eyes
That her love would be my demise,
So I fled with what coins I had left,
For her love was akin to theft.
That was when I met my Nora.
By all that’s sweet, she had an aura!
Pretty young thing, genteel with her voice,
Of many boys she was the choice.
Flawless, petite, her looks were fine.
I swore by love to make her mine.
Lovely were those nights we shared.
But like I’m sure you must have heard,
The flawless ones are just as marred within.
She had a love affair with gin.
Then came the age of Olivia,
The sight of whom did make me shiver.
Kind with words, light on her feet,
The kind of girl you’d love to meet.
Many were those that saw the sight
Of our love, both day and night.
Looks of envy, of jealousy
I mistook them all to be,
For they were looks of pity,
 As it turned out my Olivia
Was liberal with her Banana.
Pauline rescued me from distress,
Mended me like a seamstress.
I gave my heart, to her my all,
I felt so bad she fled with Paul.
 Was at the base, looking up,
When I saw a damsel stop.
Lovely, round, Quinta was her name.
Her looks were calm, her manners tame
I really wished she’d stay the same,
 But to when she left, from when she came,
Deception was her only game.
 My path to love had been so rough,
So hard, rugged, it made me tough.
It wasn’t long ‘fore I met Rose,
Pretty, sweeter by the dose.
To her I took an instant liking.
But once we went bike riding,
She met a long lost cousin,
T’wards whom she showed uncanny liking.
Well, that was fair, or so I thought,
Till the day in bed, them both I caught.
Like I said, I’d become tough
And her little act was not enough
To get this old stallion
Weep from pain and feel alone.
I marched right on.
The wind brought in Sylvia,
So pious, in love with prayer.
Nearly was I fooled
By her style, the way she schooled. 
Saintly demon she proved to be,
Sworn to stay the same eternally.
Thelma just didn’t get it right.
She lit a quarrel, then a fight.
Her seasoning too was prone to loiter.
It’s thanks to her I’m free from goiter!
Ursula, a foreign girl I met,
 Was close to base and thickly set.
Many were the times her mind was set
On losing all my savings in a bet.
She saw no bars,
She kept no laws.
The time we shared was but a loss.
Why all this fuss?
Why all this pain?
I held them all in such disdain,
And swore by life I would detain
My heart with bonds of chain
Till came that time when girls be sane.
At last it came, or so I thought,
As Vanessa, misfortune brought.
Her looks were fine,
Her smile was nice, 
But all she knew to make was rice.
Winifred too followed the cue,
And like you know I wish I knew,
She was a night rider,
A hidden foe, a crouching tiger.
Many were the nights
My phone will ring,
And I’d hear the same song sing: 
“Winnie got drunk and hit the gutter,
By all that’s holy, please come get her.”
Xena was one like none I’d met.
She broke a lie without a sweat.
I recall one time I heard
Her on the phone, caught every word.
“Who was that?” I had to ask.
It proved to be no sweating task!
“It was my dad”, I think she said,
 But she forgot her dad was dead!
I had to go, I could not stand
The way her stories sank in sand.
Yvonne, this girl I met in school,
Had eyes that made you drool.
I did her bid, I played her fool,
It’s sad to know I was her tool.
Zenobia, legs that wouldn’t stop,
Passed by and made my molars drop!
Scantily clad, she caught my eye,
That’s how it works, don’t ask me why!
I loved her gold and blue hair dye.
This was it, I’d found my love
Sent to me from up above.
But she was a business woman
Out to sell to the richest man.
“Does love exist?” I asked myself.
I should just shove it on a shelf.
Please don’t conclude, don’t get me wrong,
I love the ladies, mind not my song.
Just an art, nothing negative,
So please let’s not get sensitive.
This is fun, it’s all a joke. 
That was me just being a bloke!

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Isaiah Zerbst | Details

Kate and Isobel

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for two
And skipped away in dresses blue
To find a charming glade

First tea and cakes, then off to play
They laughed and wandered all the day
'Till day was waxing faint
Then homeward faced, linked arm in arm
With never fear to cause alarm
Nor caution bring restraint

Alas! Alas! there lay a hole
With plot to swallow heart and soul
One golden-headed girl
That wretched hole may death berate
And end of being imprecate
That vile, vicious churl!

"Oh, help me, Kate!" cried Isobel
But fingers slipped and in she fell
'Mid shock and disbelief
Then Isabella, far below
Called, "Quickly, Katie! quickly go
For aid and sure relief."

Then Katie knelt beside the brim
Once sparkling eyes with tears aswim
And said, "I'll here remain."
But Isobel at once demurred
"Oh, Kate, some help must be secured
I cannot move for pain."

So off she went and searched around
But not one soul could there be found
Nor ever likely step't
She stopped awhile to sit and rest
Her folded hands to bosom pressed
And there she softly wept

A mounted knight then riding by
Beheld her tears and heard her sigh
And off his palfrey lit
Said he, "Fair damsel, golden-haired
Such doleful frame must be repaired
So speak thou whilst I sit."

"Alas, good Knight!" quoth woeful Kate
It may, I fear, be just too late
To save my friend to day
With haste, good knight, come, follow me
And see if succour yet may be
Oh, help me, knight, I pray."

The knight bestrode his lofty seat
Then set her aftward nice and neat
And off they set at trot
The knight she held with firmest hold
'Till at the pit both dark and cold
They Isabella sought

While night sped on at rapid pace
The knight set out to win the race
And save the damsel whole
A rope he from his saddle fetched
And tree to Isabella stretched
Then clambered in the hole

Right down the rope he quickly swung
And to her side he deftly sprung
He raised her from the dust
He tied a rope from waist to waist
And she her arms about him placed
In sweet, confiding trust

A span or two to hand he climbed
With Isabella right behind
'Till safety was secured
Then Kate and Isobel embraced
Said Kate, "What awful things you faced
And terrors you endured!"

Well, this was Isobel's reply
"Oh, Kate, I should not tell a lie
In word or even deed
Except to brave that curséd fall
It really was not bad at all
I knew you would succeed."

Then to the knight she turned and saith
"I thank thee, Knight, by all my faith
For saving me this night
Thus here I give my ring to wear
And trust that ye might ever fare
As well in ev'ry fight."

Then quoth the knight, "Thy ring I take
With faith that it myself will make
A nobler, better man
To fight for justice, truth, and peace
In hope that vice and evil cease
In ev'ry way I can.

"But let us neither tarry long
For hark! the cricket's evening song
Pervades the damp'ning air
So let me take thee, damsel, home
'Twould never do to leave thee roam
On halting legs to there."

Thus Isobel his palfrey rode
While Kate and he beside her strode
Right to their township sweet
"'Tis Belle and Kate!" the watchman called
And quickly down the drawbridge hauled
That they their kin might meet

The threesome turned from roads away
To streets of black and muted grey
'Till safely home at last
"Oh, praise the Lord," quoth Isobel
That though some trouble us befell
Those troubles now are past!"

"'Tis not so true," quoth Knight with grin
There yet remains to get thee in
And halting legs at that."
Then from the palfrey off she slipped
The knight her falling figure gripped
And bore her o'er the mat

His burden carried up the stairs
'Mid father's, mother's wond'ring stares
And gently placed in bed
Her father asked her why he came
She said that she was nearly lame
And dizzied in the head

At that he wished the knight to stay
But through the dark he rode away
His lamp the crescent moon
And though he had some deed to do
Those pretty maidens somehow knew
The knight would see them soon

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by John Arribas | Details



My first french kiss; I was lanky, skinny, barely fifteen
I had the hots for the popcorn girl, she was eighteen
She made and sold the popcorn at the Strand Theater
Our mutual attraction each day I felt grew greater
In my own awkward style, I complimented her each day
So inexperienced, searching for the right words to say

To beguile and convince her, that I was a serious beau
She treated me more like brother and yet although
There was some kind of attraction between this duo
She always smiled and made an effort to let me know
That she liked me and enjoyed the attention I gave
To hold her and kiss her was my intensifying crave

Being a novice at wooing, I was floundering at times
She found it amusing even enjoyed my inept designs
In time she began to edge closer each time we met
In her own subtle way, she was being quite the coquette
I was elated the first time she touched me, as we spoke
She may not have known the desires instantly provoked

Then one day she asked. Would you like to kiss me ?
I gulped and thought, oh god, you’ve answered my plea
I get a 20 minute break at 6:30 go to the left, last row
Last seat and wait, I’ll be there, but I want you to know
This is just between us, you must promise not to tell
Anyone we meet this way, I don’t want rumors to swell

Here I am, kiss me, I reached over and gently kissed her
She smiled and said in my ear, Johnny, I’m not your sister
Her mouth was wet n warm her tongue brushed my lips
Moving back and forth with occasional penetrating dips
I responded mimicking her lingual sensual actions
Each oral encounter erased any outside distractions

It seemed that, we two, never tired of being kissed
Participating willingly, incessantly in an erotic tryst
We would kiss,  kiss again with relentless abandon
Kisses were long and deep evoking untethered passion
Hands would stray occasionally in heat of the moment
A hard bite to the lip would force rapid postponement
French kiss (20)

When kissing she’d press herself against my chest
Her warm and tantalizing mouth had me possessed
That all came to an abrupt stop one afternoon
While we discussing the 6:30 hour approaching soon
As I spoke to her near the popcorn machine
I was confronted by an airman, angry and mean

So you’re the guy that’s been bothering my girl
She said, no I’m not, I saw his fists beginning to curl
You can’t take advantage of her, I’ll see you outside
She said you’ll get hurt, An infringement to my pride
In front of the box office, we drew a large crowd
He cursed and berated, called me coward out loud 

I threw a straight right to the jaw, left hook to the head
He dropped straight down crumpled, I thought he was dead
A crowd had gathered exiting the show, among them a cop
I don’t know what’s is going on here, but its going to stop
The airman was sitting on the curb asking what happened?
A man in the crowd yelled, my boy, you just got flattened

Cop looked at me n asked how old are you? I said fifteen
Airman said twenty three. So what has caused this scene?
Louis, the doorman said. It’s the popcorn girls fault
She played them both, she’s the cause of this assault
The girl upon hearing the accusation ran back inside
The cop said you two must now immediately decide

Your choices are: kids a minor, he can press a charge
You’re in the air force this could cause you a discharge
My advice is, both button your lips, close your mouth
Airman, I want to see you head north, kid you go south
The Strand Theater manager banned me for a month
The popcorn girl embarrassed quit a few days later

This is a true story, few minor changes were made to meet the rhyme
My name is John Arribas. The girl was Barbara. Louis was the ticket taker. Mr. Waldorf the theater manager. The airman was Virgil. The Strand Theater was located at 3050 N.W. 7 Avenue, Miami. Florida. This event took place in march 1948. 





Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Tadon Archer | Details

Mentally ILL

Someone please help me please call the doctor 911 it’s an emergency please
come save me
Because I'm going crazy a lot of people think I'm insane in the classroom
talking to myself as if someone is really there
But I swear I saw a girl sitting right next to me walking through the
hallways seeing different spirits
Walking home and I feel someone walking behind me but when I turn
around nobody there
It's like I'm losing my mind I swear I saw the devil looking at me through
my bottle of Hennessey
Dropping the bottle breathing hard as hell hearing voices calling my name
and asking me is I'm ready to die
Running upstairs to my room but before I can get to the door it close by
itself and when I try to open it it was locked
I started to get paranoid I started yelling running back down the stairs
reaching towards my phone trying to call for help
But my phone is off my head started to hurt it felt like somebody was
hitting me on top of my head
I drop to my knees and look up to the ceiling screaming at the top of my
lungs stop
Every minute gets worser I started to feel dizzy trying to get up but I
keep on falling
Hearing a knock on my front door but I'm too weak to get up so I crawl
towards the door and try to open it
But it opens itself I started to crawl back towards the wall but as soon as
I reach the wall my phone started to ring
So I crawl towards my phone and answer it I said hello but nobody
answer the only thing I heard was somebody screaming
I started to panic I ran towards the door and try to close it but something
with a great force push me back
I hit the back of my head against the wall and I was knockout cold
And when I woke up I was in the hospital in the emergency room my eyes
were very blurry that I could hardly see
I heard somebody calling my name I look left and at the ceiling and I still
didn't see nobody
So I look towards the window and I see the same girl that was in my
I started to get up but she started to walk closer to me so I started to panic
I got up out of my bed and said what do you want she didn't answer
She just kept on walking towards me so I ran out the emergency room and
ran down the stairs
The doctors tried to stop me but they couldn't catch me
I don't know why I keep on seeing this girl she always around me every
I don't know what to do I'm afraid will I die before my time I'm not ready
to die
Dear Lord If you hear me please save me because I'm mentally ill I think a
demon has entered me
Now I’m seeing things my life is darker I barely see light no one can't help
Everybody thinks I'm crazy they got me on pills trying to calm me down
but it ain't working
I'm asking for your help but you’re not helping so what do I do I can't
even help myself
Because I can't think straight I went inside this room with windows in the
back of it
I lock the door and took a deep breath to relax myself I sat by the window
and look up Into the sky I started to cry
Because I wasn't normal I don't know what's wrong with me
I started to hear the ambulance coming towards the hospital so I open the
window and look out
Before I could put my head back inside the window I heard the door open
so I quickly turn around and I saw the girl again
 Istarted to yell leave me alone but she wouldn't she start to run towards
So I jump out the window and the ambulance was right in front of me
I didn't have enough time to move out the way
Good morning everybody this is fox news Chicago and we're coming to you
live from Chicago
yesterday night was an awful night something tragically happen at the
Chicago hospital
A young man was found dead in front of the hospital a witness says that
the young man jump in front of the ambulance
And the person that was driving the ambulance couldn't stop in time to
save the young man's life
It's a sad story and the driver was very speechless about the situation
We will have more information about this accident once the detectives do
further investigation

Copyright © Tadon Archer | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Alexis Y. | Details


There was a little girl named Angel. 
Who had such a beautiful spirit and 
was cute as she could be. Angel had
a heart of gold, everytime she could
help someone in need she would. The 
sisters in the orphanage loved the child
so much. They prayed daily that their 
little "Angel" would get a loving home. 
But until then they vowed to show her
how much she was loved. One day 
Sister Sarah saw little Angel was sad.
"What's wrong child? Why are you sad?
"Christmas is coming soon and you
 know I love you and the other Sisters
 and the other children".With tears in her 
big brown eyes she continued. " I want
to be adopted. I want a mommy and 
daddy for christmas."
"Please don't cry child. I know you want 
that child. I want that for you as well. But
in the meantime remember that we all 
love you here.You a very special little girl. 
Come, let's you get you cleaned up couples
 are visiting us today."
Angel began to wipe her face and a small 
smile appeared  her sweet face." Oh boy,
maybe my christmas wish will come true
after all."  Run along child." As soon as the 
child left the room. Sister Sarah wept and
and prayed that the precious child would
not only get a home, but a loving home
with loving parents that would love her
as their own flesh and blood. Later on
that evening several young couples 
came in with adoption on their minds. 
Some were looking for a specific gender, 
some were looking for babies and some
wanted school age children. Little "Angel 
was six and a half. She wasn't a baby and 
she wasn't what you call big either, she was 
somewhere in between. A sweet young 
couple came in and they said they wanted
a girl between 5 and six. Mother Rose 
thought of "Angel" instantly . However the
most astonishing thing was sweet "Angel"
bore a striking resemblance to the young 
mother. She pondered the thought could
this be the child's mother? But then thought
quickly it was just a mere coincidence. 
" Hello Sir and Mam, I think I have the child 
for you. Her name is "Angel" and she is six 
years old. Would you like to meet her? "
And unison they both said"Yes".
Moments later Mother Rose returned with
the child. And Mary Williams almost 
fainted. in her chair. For it was like looking
at a miniature version of herself. Instantly
she went down memory lane she was 17
years old when  she got pregnant by her
childhood boyfriend.  They were young and
inlove, they had their whole lives ahead them.
That all changed when she got pregnant. He
wasn't ready to be a father and he insisted she 
abort the child. She couldn't and they broke up
month later. Her parents were disappointed 
and ashamed of her. They sent her to a home
for unwed mothers to be.She stayed their for 
her entire pregnancy .She gave birth and never
saw her little girl again."Honey are you okay?" 
Her husband asked lovingly. "I'm fine dear. 
That is the child I want. If she will have us.
Little "Angel and Mother Rose were as happy
 as can be."
 "Yes mam I would like that very much. I always 
wanted. my very own mommy and daddy." She
turned to Mother Rose and began to cry because 
she loved the old lady very much. The nuns and 
the other children in the orphanage  were the only 
family she knew. As they said their goodbyes she 
left as she was. She didn't want any of her things, 
she gave the little things she had to her closest 
friends to remember her by. When they arrived
home "Angel" couldn't believe her eyes. She 
thought to herself is mommy and daddy rich?
Meanwhile Mary Williams looked in her husband
in the eyes and said" Sweetheart I think that's my
baby in there.I don't want to get my hopes up
(because she's mine no matter what) . But honey
wouldn't that be a miracle if we found my baby
"You mean wouldn't that be a miracle if we found
our baby girl?"


Alexis Y.


Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details

Cutting Free

I want to say something
to your face, to your ears
grab your carefully created structure and like an earthquake
shake you till your focus lays upon the red ball
above the echo of my words
When I tried this last, you overlooked an entire message
for just one line
don't stop there, continue on
look, learn, feel
listen entirely, it's important
important to me that you, you know
that you, you understand where I've been coming from
Listen I loved you...still do
but I give up, give up on this eternal uphill pursuit of you
Listen I love you but honestly you don't know
how much I've hated your presence, hated your face, hated your name
for every love, every affair you made me a spectator
a witness to
How could you not see all these years I chased you
came back to you
wasn't because of jealousy nor bitterness
all these years I only wanted to gain back what I lost in you
make up for lost days, know what I didn't
and in my head, no distance or force
would keep you from me
but you...at every turn you tried to dissuade me
tried to cut off my tail
cut both my wrists in assisted suicide
so I would stop in my tracks and seek aid from someone else
a distraction so I would remove my handcuffs from you
and you could roam free from my constant hazy gaze
I get it, I understand
and in our own parameters of innocence
we both believed we were on the right side of morality
we are both selfish in pursuit of our personal goals of satisfaction
yet I still need you to know all I wanted
was what I was missing out on
all I wanted was the love I was never shown
the chances I was the last one in line for
an opportunity to prove I could be a different someone
a better someone to you
but I fumble when I try to speak
try to do anything for you
You are the very source of my depression
an obsession I can't rid myself of
I always want to impress you, to be the one to give you attention
be this hero to you though I always fell second best
always kept a body's length away
made a brother in a twisted sense
and that wound cut deeper than any blade could
Have you noticed I'm never happy anymore
you weren't the cause but played a big part
of the tag team effort that ruined me
I'm the hulk on the inside
a full embodiment of rage behind a smile so fake
because I've tried to so hard to move on 
as fast as you moved on from me
though I could never find those missing pieces you tore apart
so I fall to bits
and am fed to the carnivores again
Why am I telling you all of this
I want you to know this
for I've tried times of thrice to tell you completely how I feel
so I can give up and be happier
so I can give up and abandon my hope on being the happiness
you've already found in another
I will never get you back and I have to live with that
so I give up and give back the grudges I've held over you
7 years and I'm tremendously fickle on how I feel about you
so I call it quits, I say stop, I give up
now all I want is to be a better friend to you
say I love you one last time for memory
to know that I did truly
just so you know, fall asleep so I can wrap my head around
the idea I've faded from your memory
that we're only islands connected by bridges 
yours made of gold while mine is under repairs
attempting to be silver
We're only islands now
but I'd rather keep you at a distance
rather keep you as a friend
than spend one more night fighting myself
over the idea to place you in a cocoon at the back of my mind
and let you slowly decay
or allow you to run loose
a butterfly within my stomach and permit you to grow fangs 
and instruments of pain
to cut me open and run amuck all over me

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

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