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Performed by Val Cole

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Where to Go?

On cold winter ground,
Under a warm winter sun,
The coyote rests.
Rests in a culvert,
Wild thing in the land of man:
A genteel golf course.
A golfer walks past–
Nature has intruded here!
–Eyeing coyote.
He eyes a rabbit.
Then moves slowly, with a limp,
His right hind leg hurt.
The hurt must be old–
He seems cautious, but content,
Stalking the rabbit.
Rabbit’s nose twitches,
But coyote is downwind.
Neither sense their end.
Man senses a threat.
He comes armed with a rifle,
Claims it a kindness.
Man claims evermore.
Coyote has nowhere else,
In winter to go.

Performed by Val Cole

WHISPERS, by Nikki Rawnsley

I whispered to the wind.
Sweetheart where are you?
The wind responded:
I am here, I’ve always been here.
But I can’t see you.
Close your eyes to see better.
But I can’t feel you.
Breathe deep and long. Can you feel me now?
Yes.
But I can’t hear you.
Put your hand on your heart.
Do you hear me now?
Yes.
🖤

Performed by Val Cole

YOU PRETENDING, by Bridget Pervalle

I made a wanted list molding you
Serenading pleading God for you
You came during a great trauma
Dressed slick wolves clothing
I thanked God for sending you
Then prayed for forgiveness
I was a blind beggar refusing to see
Every caress penetration deceiving
Bravo to your performance
How exhausting your deception
You cradled my heart gently
Put me in deep sleeps intimately
Often I wake falling crying yelling
You dropping me from high up
Your vows galloping lies heavy
The universe hearing witness
Our breathe ahh and mmm
Accepting no room unwanted
You pretending you holding me
When I’m shattered at the bottom
When you’re not looking I see me
See fully where your mind put me
Like a bread crumb under a table
You stole something priceless
Left my heart mind spirit splitting
Priceless gem you never deserve
A robber thief burglar jive talker
At night you glitter like gold
Midnight you reject me like Absalom
Sun rises reflecting speckles of fools gold
You leaving a trail flying red flags
Flags my heart overlooked in brokenness
Taking accountability for my hurt
I let you in while weak and fragile
All I wanted was it to be real
One heart soul beating breathing
Becoming one with eternity
Grateful for latter days
Accepting it’s time to heal
Resting like sleeping Beauty
I’ll keep resting no worrying
Not waking up until you find me
Awakening me with a kiss
A kiss so indescribable
I’ll be seeing stars of the universe
Connecting with my whole being
Thinking I’ve known you a lifetime

A love like ours starts out
with one cup of sugar
a teaspoon of thyme

Add a fight,
some words unkind
we sit broken, cracked, poached

Resting in silence, stirring
your pointed finger, stabs
Oozes yellow

The sunset
replaced with slapping wind
of the right

Carry me quietly,
My love.

Out to sea
deep in this shallow
I stir in your leash

You led me
Tie my boat
to your golden shore

Dull my sweetness
with stale milk and cumin
Set the clock forward

Forget you
Forget us

Forget Humpty Dumpty
and the stampede of all your King’s Men

Life is a sculpture
Shaped simple and pure
In Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
Only a few will understand it at all
Cause Time is truly Timeless
Unless you’re in My Mess
Then the tick
Can not Talk
Since the second hand
Is in a Lock
So just smile
And treasure your Day
Have a blast
Go out and Play…..

Randall Paris Dark
2022

And I will take away the stony heart
Out of your flesh and I will give you
An heart of flesh.
Ezekiel 36:25-27
They have hearts of stone, these men.
These authoritarian killers
Sanctioned by state power
To murder entire families.
Like Stalin.
Like Hitler.
Like all of them.
A conga line of brutes
Stretching back to the cave age.

These old psychos send young men
Out to commit their crimes.
Young men who weep and want their mothers.
Conscripts who have been lied to.
Truth being the first casualty and all that.
But not the last.

Bodies strewn around the streets.
Unarmed civilians murdered so that,
Far away in the Kremlin one man can feel
That his life has not been in vain.
The corpses are his legacy.
The bombed buildings, his monuments.
Alone in early morning silence,
He remembers an inescapable fact:
Memento mori.
Others must die so that he can forget.
Ring the panic bell,
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling.
Turn a heaven into hell.

Antonia Hildebrand © 2022

I whispered to the wind.
Sweetheart where are you?
The wind responded:
I am here, I’ve always been here.
But I can’t see you.
Close your eyes to see better.
But I can’t feel you.
Breathe deep and long. Can you feel me now?
Yes.
But I can’t hear you.
Put your hand on your heart.
Do you hear me now?
Yes.
🖤
© Copyrighted Material 2022

Feeding the hungry
Clothing the naked
Visiting the prisoners,
because some are still innocent,
Is a glorious way to
Express love.
The depth and quality
Of ones love to others
Will reveal who a person
Really is.

If a person cannot
Share love for others,
Feelings and compassion
Will decline and fail
In the function that
It should fulfill
Which leads to
Mass murders
And blatant
Disregard
For the life and
Well-being
Of everyone
We come in contact with.

People must stop
Discriminating,
Hating and killing each other
It’s okay
If we all live to
A ripe old age.

Transformation sneaks in like the night

In the middle of your pain, in the salt of your tears

It echoes when you scream, it’s in the silence when no one answers

It is raw and painful and like the wings of the bird it will set you free

And when the sun rises, so do you

It’s a new day

It’s a new you…..

At least in relationships, there is
fear of the unknown and being
all alone is one of the hardest
parts of moving on. It is a paralyzing
realization that you will no longer
have another to help make your
life decisions or wake up with on
a cold winter morning, leaving
another because love is not there
any longer is complicated because
no matter how you go or when, or
even why somebody will always get
hurt more with the pain of a broken
heart and most of the time, you
still care. We are still only human
after all, so all our emotions will
consume them, ranging from hate
and anger to even sometimes
violence to sorrow and the deep
despair and even though no one
actually died except for the love
that you held. They are still gone
now from your life, so grieving is
our way to get through those
situations. I can tell you now from
experiences that no matter how
hard, you try to be prepared for the
extreme sadness that comes on
strong, causing tears to fall for how
long, no one really knows for sure
then at some point, hate will take
its place with anger on your face,
so take a breath and count to ten
or one hundred, do nothing bad.
That would be a huge mistake and
nobody ever really wants that.
In the end, nobody really wins
when love has lost its way and no
matter how hard you tried, and
all the nights you cried there is
nothing you can do, so try to enjoy
the time that you had together
and know that when not, if love
leaves its marks and your souls
have danced at midnight in the
dark and your heart’s once beat
as one. Those we loved, the most
will always be in our memories,
so it is really up to you whether
you want to remember the good
times or the bad let’s try to get
along. besides, we have enough
hate already in this world and
life is just too damn short, not
too at least all get along after
all you loved each other at
some point.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poet’s Journey