Monthly Archives: December 2017
Read Poetry: Eerie Sea, by Patrick Turner-Lee
Awkward silence: the peace a violent under performing scream Slicing cobwebs from the ceiling Feelings crumble in just about time to make the clock Busking bravely to earn a crust If you must Bust the bank with crowbars to get … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Poem by Anthony E. Perillo
Oh, the whispering night, The whispering night. How softly does it speak Of twinkling stars, And pale moonlight, And the rustling of the leaves. Now it makes no sound As it gathers round All the things that earth contains. While … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Blood Manner Panache, by Robin Carretti
Everything was playing so “Gusto” Like he became Heavenly blood brothers “Maestro” at the London Metro. Having hotter than hell fling But people were more than blood things Feeling like a substitute or big “Hero” What happens to some of … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Via De Cristo, by Marc Libidinsky
I watch You pray upon Your knees In the garden of Gethsemane, And hear Your voice, both sure and meek, Travail in earnest agony; Still, wondering at Your sweat and blood – Is strength in this and is this love? … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Too many questions, too little answers, by Juan Miguel Idiazabal
All things said and done, I’m still looking through the shattered stained glass for a solution, a brighter day may come, but unless I tune my ears, it will fade away, like a little sister who drowns in tears of … Continue reading
Read Poetry: HARASSMENT, by Ram Krishna Singh
Weinstein looked for creative friction in sex she always sought non procreative sex in life and business they condemn both –Ram Krishna Singh
Read Poetry: How to walk on the moon, by Micheal Ace
Your arm needs to be strong If you wish to neil your dreams to trees And watch as they mock the wind. To survive is to walk out of fire With wet skin and damp cloth. How do we know … Continue reading
Read Poetry: AT THE PARK, by Ariel Westberg
A low-slung mist stultifies the LA sunscape, setting the stage to play the part of a rainforest’s cupola. But rain doesn’t come even though I am ready. Boots and sweater, and a nameless heartache to accompany my attire, hibernation at … Continue reading
Read Poetry: A Forgotten Scent, by Curls
A flower fussed her scent in the vast of a drought field. Craving to lure an amusement that surely will strengthen her built. Leers peculiarly to subjected attraction yet moans an impassioned lilt. She naively guarded herself with her own … Continue reading
