Category: poem

Read Poetry: Hanger Anger, by David John Shafer

Five chief virtues.

Achieving curfews.

Curb views.

Cell wishing.

Herb stews.

Blurb news.

Haggling hulk hues.

Aura acoustic truth fit.

Obtuse kit.

Muse wit.

Use it.

Noose bit.

Loose pit.

Eat love slay.

Ayer mi way.

All so filet.

The ego tale underway.

Gwyneth Paltrow production.

Inducted hall of fame suction.

Undone untuck bad luck spun.

Public displays of disgust.

Discussing distrust anti fist thrust.

Third eye throttler.

Trouncing toddlers.

Tottering robbers.

All’s well that ends in hell.

Cursed Earth’s dead.

Earth bled.

Gaia mother skin shed.

Love led.

Lost lovers lack leniency.

Even Steven sequencing.

Rebreathed frequencies.

Sequin seas.

Heavenly decrees.

Ebeneze ergonomic incendiaries.

Celestial fairies.

The derrière dare.

Fair hair wear.

Honorability* goner tranquility.

Assimilation imitation.

Meditation edit deviation.

TV dinner nation.

Yellow head condemnation.

(*Honorability-­‐concerning honor)

Read Poetry: WE R HUMANS by Gladys W. Muturi

Genre: Humanity

We are human beings living on the planet called “Earth”

We are young

We are old

We are the past, present, and incoming future

We are male and female

We are gay and straight

We are the winners that take all

We are the losers we fall

We are Black

We are White

We are Latinos, Asians, and all of the above

We are best friends, lovers, and enemies

We are one’s nation under God’s oath

We are alive and well

We are sick and dead

We are disgusted by our behavior

We are dumb when we make mistakes

We are smart when we pick up the pace

We are right from wrong

We are wrong from right

Right where we are, where were from, and who we are

We are forgiven

Forgiven our enemies on what they did to us

We are loved

We need to be loved

Don’t hate us

We’re not ugly

We are beautiful, beautiful people

We should love each other, not fight

We bleed red blood, but we are different

We are violent because we want blood

We are mad because we want more

We are sad because we can’t take it.

We fight because we want to start a war

We want to stop, but we can’t stop, we won’t stop

Why can’t we?

We need help, who can help us?

We are strangers

We shouldn’t hate strangers

We shouldn’t hate children, our children

We shouldn’t hate God

We are not monsters

We are humans that speak our minds

We are Americans loving our country

We are humans build to destroy

We hate lies, betrayal, and discrimination

We hate rape, murder, racism, and drugs

We want love

Hand in Hand

We need Hugs and Kisses

We are helpers helping one human being after the other

We are who we are

We are humans

Read Poetry: Just, you.., by Marc Libidinsky

…coffee…bitter for the day;
Sweet as your smile;
Creamed with your words…Wake up,
Sleepy Head…

…a hug…for the bitter day;
Affectionate nibbles;
Sounds, more convincing than words…A hug,
Lady Bug?

…talking in your sleep…not finished with the day;
A tender kiss on your head;
Our tomorrow can wait…Dream true dreams,
My love…

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 an ounce of sense
Not media just a fact for frustration 

 

Break in glass slippers: Just bits left behind 
Never mined the shattering; illusive, baking hot, tin roof reason.
Flat you lent is parting the cheeks
Flapping the wind swept alleyways of leaves.
In the eaves flicking seaweed at the passers by.

 

Clever tricks never opened the window to let in some air
As if we care
As if we fidget when poked with a sharp prick
A needle in the vein
A sharp instrument to flush the chained up latrine
Obscene and relentless

 

 

November 28th 2017

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 its soft caress
Leads the heart to rest,
Where the gentle stillness reigns.

From the realm of the day
Where King Hectic holds sway;
The night comes as a foe.
Brandishing its cloak
All of ebony smoke it
Sweeps the harshness away.

And the clouds as they glide
Past the moon in the sky
Make a candle aflickering
It seems. As if to remind
The deep darkness in time
That the sun in the heavens still beams.

Oh, the whispering night,
Oh, the whispering night,
A melancholy caller is he.
Though he sometimes brings dread;
When we’re snuggled abed
It’s as cozy as cozy can be.

by Anthony E. Perillo

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?

I watch in silence as You stand

In silent protest, a just man;

Watching, see a man so wracked,

Without help, so attacked,

Until death brings some peace,

If not a just and sweet release.

I watch the faithful lay You down,

Anoint with myrrh Your bloody brow;

And, one by one all disappear,

Fearing as the night draws near:

Yet, with the morning mourning flees

As You ‘rise and bring sure peace.

Your Grace is strength and purity;

So, when I wonder at its reach,

From Heaven’s height to Calvary,

From life to death to victory,

From first confessions to the last;

I find Grace equal to the task

Your crucifixion posed to me,

So bare my cross as pleases Thee.

(c) Marc Libidinsky, 2017

Watch the NOVEMBER 2017 Poetry Readings

Poetry Readings performed by Val Cole & Carina Cojeen

The Bane of Whitechapel – Poetry Reading by Lee A Forman

Maybe, There Is Still Hope – Poetry Reading by Melissa R. Mendelson

INDIAN SUMMER – Poetry Reading by Vihang A Naik

FRUSTRATION – Poetry Reading by Patricia Marvin

Escape – Poetry Reading by Farzleen F Khan

Beautiful Dead Dragonfly Why – Poetry Reading by James Gaynor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poetry: Image of a Rustic Girl, by Aju Mukhopadhyay

Who could bring dry wood
from the wood
once the rain would start?
For fear of getting them on her head drenched
the wench ran under the darkest clouds overhead
gnashing their teeth sounding like fart
threatening her safe journey to homestead.
Steady and alert
quickly to come out of the wood
she ran faster than her mood.

It was nothing but a play
among the rain and the cloud
with the damsel and the wood;
but she was an elf, gossipmongers say
(c) Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2017
Category: Romantic and rhyming