Author: poetryfest

Performed by Val Cole

Intoxication

By Duane March

Ask me to describe my earnest fascination?

Ask me, might as well, pi’s endless calculation,

Words do not suffice to offer explanation.

Her eyes gleam a golden brown,

Athena’s owls, soft as down,

Her hair is a mane of chesnut fire,

It tosses savage with lion’s ire,

Or happy shakes, a foal without tether,

New with life and frisking in heather,

Her nose so cute, it makes me blush,

Her bronzen skin, my blood’s rush!

But what delights me most of all?

What comes first to my recall?

Lumps my throat, tightens my chest?

Her matchless smile above the rest.

For when she smiles, her eyes twinkle,

Her mane shivers, her nose crinkles,

My heart leaps, I smile too,

Instantly a helpless fool,

I can offer no plainer explanation,

She is my pure intoxication.

A series of short poems about creation.

by Leonard I. Eckhaus

Narration by Val Cole

Editor and Visual Design by Steve Rizzo

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

(as observed by The Mad-Hatter, DJ Sparks)

“Welcome, All,
To the Land of Pretend.
Why, you may ask
(I said with a sigh),
To nix such a day
Meant for Love & no byes?
Because it’s a shame,
(I said with a smirk),
To have only ONE day
When not acting a jerk.
Why not a whole year
(minus one day, of course)
In which Joy would reign supreme,
(As in an eternal dream).
And so, I declare
(I said with a /air),
This being UN-Valentine’s Day–
So, UN-love to us all, for this day alone,
And we loudly proclaim,
Love shall Reign,
For almost a year,
Showing no shame!

5,806 miles, a desolate expanse,
Each mile a reminder of our circumstance.

In the ivory tower’s whispered lore,
Two souls adrift, longing for more.
Across the void of distance, they glide,
In the echo of love’s whispers, they confide.

She, with quill in hand, paints the skies,
He, amidst equations, hears love’s cries.
Through academia’s labyrinth, they roam,
Their love’s flame flickers in the gloam.

In the glow of screens, their spirits wane,
A digital dance, laced with pain.
Through pixels and calls, they intertwine,
Yet loneliness seeps through every line.

In the stillness of night, they share despair,
In dawn’s embrace, they’re stripped bare.
Their love, a beacon in darkest night,
Guiding them through distance’s might.

A match of a perfect scale, a match to an open fire,
Not stopping her watered fantasies from gardening the weirdest of flowers.
– ‘how come such a heavy shower not stop this delusionary fire? ‘- she howls
Fields of opium continue to tower, a beam of light blinds her crier,
Wind softly roars an answer to her enquire,
– ‘extremes my dear, isn’t that your all time desire?’
Rivers of silence tranquil the fire, evergreen yews put down their power,
And gone now is the pyre.

-YASMINE BITAR

Well, to be quite frank,
It’s been the best morning in years,
knowing there was no suitcase to be packed, no early flight to catch,
no goodbyes today…
it was a great morning
seeing you there in our sea of blankets, run-way legs sticking out of the cotton waves
hearing you sleeping softly,
knowing you would be there
when I got home,
and not just a snap update throughout the day…
a simple ping letting me know
you were still alive

I was heartbroken
when I left Maine
Knowing that I was leaving you on the other side of the country
Knowing what you wanted
And that I could give it to you

And when you asked me
If you were someone I would marry
Whatever was left of this amazing life I’ve lived flashed before my
Eyes in that very instant
And I knew the traveling was over,
The wandering to the far ends of the earth
Were done
The searching for sights all across gods green earth
Had come to an end
I knew at that moment
That I would crush the wanderlust,
Pulverize it
Turn it into a fine resin
And wrap it around your finger

And when I saw that sonogram
And that little pulse of light
The doctor called a heartbeat,
I couldn’t believe
You and I had created that
And it made me wonder
Where did it come from?
What was it doing 9 weeks
Ago before it
knew we were calling it home?
Did it know we were summoning it
Even then
to enrich our Iives?
Did it need to accept an invite?

I still find it surreal I can say these
things to you openly
Because men fall
in love every day,
The arrow strikes
And the enchantment begins
But it doesn’t always
work out
We don’t always get what we want
And this morning
I woke up grateful
I don’t have to watch
you get on a plane
And fly away.

A gust of wind sets a lofty leaf,
black foreboding sky lends me to
grief.
Rivers collide, forceful oceans
swell, my thirsting lips, his to
quell.
Weary watered eyes break the spirit
free, reborn soul within allows me
to see.
Raindrops phrase my flight so
sweet, young words in my heart,
rhyme in beat.
As on a ledge, I yearn to fly, to
the dawn’s fresh dew, where he does
lie.
As I lay my head upon his chest, my
tiresome path, does come to rest.

I close my eyes to sleep
and hold you tight.

My body wraps around yours
as you gently stroke my hair.

Your gaze ignites a fire
deep within my soul.

A knowingness overcomes me,
I soar through the air
with newly grown wings.
Unstoppable happiness
overwhelms me with joy.

I waited for so long
knowing you were on your way.
Missing you though I knew not your name

All the thunder and lightening on earth
couldn’t replace one minute in time with you.

And finally in front of me you lay,
defenseless, with arms open wide,
my match, my mate, my other half.

Like a cashmere glove our bodies connect
sensually enveloping the fingers that enter inside.

Mouthing the words I love you,
as my body explodes in rhythm.
Soulmates through time,
lovers forever.
Knowing that you are the one
that I’ve always known.

I reach for you,
the bed is warm..
but the pillow is empty.
Alone but grateful
And a heart
that will never be the same.

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I didn’t see the moon landing.
The whole world watched, but I did not.
Billions saw the first human steps on another world.
I did not.
I saw Michele’s eyes,
I held her close,
I tasted her lips,
I stroked her hair.
In the front room they watched
“One small step…”
History.
In the other room I gazed fifty years into my future.
Michele.