Category: Uncategorized

Genre: History, Life, War

Farewells of Mt. Auburn

i
Crisp Spring after last snow melt
Greens buds atop a frosty hillock.
Forest branches reach to azure turned golden
Where beneath emerald, secret paths among headstones
Meander up hill and down to strain the breast.
Only intimates would know
Demure scrolled marble weary white by the years
Still to bring gasps and tears for those who rest.

ii
Bonded in serenity as in life
Infant child, doting mother, upright father
Cast into grief so sudden, long sighs to heave
Until joined once more
With mirror grey granite blazoned names.

iii
Hillside helmeted herald
Pearly wings outstretched, spear at the ready,
Proclaims in perpetuity
Such a gift her forbears beneath brought
To span that earthly chasm
Between light and shade, friend and foe,
Before temporal borders close the day.

iv
Maiden sphinx sarcophagus,
Mighty, majestic, martial,
Hosts phalanx ghosts
Lock step, bayonets…

Genre: Life, Society

Genre:Rhyme, Life

In Darkness

In an impoverished cruel world she walks,

Forcing a moonshine smile that hides stifled searing tears.

Choking back she integrates with a soulless community, Altruism is a myth and disappointment reigns supreme.

In silent moments behind closed doors she lets blood, Beating the walls to release the pain burning inside.

Fighting the two persons struggling in her clouded mind, Both alone even without each-other screaming to belong.

To love, to live, to be loved and escape the desolation, Which stings more each long thunderous day.

Like a poisoned dog she prays the inexplicable pain would stop, As times rolls on so too does her sad swim into despair.

Her cries lost in the darkness until one grim night The numbness sets in, zombiefied the blood flows, And an endless sleep consumes.

Now stands an ironic memorial in her name, It reads beloved wife and daughter,
Yet…

Genre: Friendzone, Friendship, That’s All It’ll Ever Be, “Love” I Guess, Frustration

I LIKE YOU by Gabrielle Lanzona

I’m not even going to say it explicitly in this passage
because you can’t get any more explicit than a title
Even so, caps lock and in italics
boldfaced and screaming at you across Broadway
a three-story marquee
flashing lights blaring loud noises

you still wouldn’t know it.

That’s alright
It’s a good thing
really.
Who am I kidding
Do you ever wanna slap someone with a fish because dear lord they’re so beautiful and they don’t even know it
because they’re so strange and irreverent and wonderfully bizarre
in a world where everything is flat and grey
and when they laugh it’s with no sense of any self-consciousness whatsoever
too hard and too loud
when they talk about something they really get into it
such passion and such detail
as if…

Genre: Society

CORN TREE

By: Habib Akewusola & Habeeb Whyte

Framing riot,
Impunity on display
Well dressed scarecrow or idols.

Nothing changes
Just faces on currency
Just smiles on fiction

Forced unity,
Forced livelihood amidst agony
Germination of multiple fertile seeds
On a soil I never own nor farm on.

He breaths, for free,
Whose fighting for we?
Albeit, we gave him freedom

Institute of korrupt
By force avenging a curse,
Lick my feet!
The uncommanded commander beckons,
My brother, endure, or you comot, shikena..

Media doesn’t sleep.
As korrupt fights back,
Tricks, venue a battle field,
Casualty are her avid readers
Dead is a believer.
Hope is buried.

So did my corn tree,
Never sight shores of a fertile island
She never grew to glory
The farming masters deemed so….

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GENRE: DEATH THE FINAL DESTINATION

FINAL DESTINATION by Pavan Datta

All know the truth that Death is the only fact and final destination. Ultimately the final destination is known to all but still everyone keep on living in Illusion that he/she is going to be immortal.

Hard fact of Life is: The final destination of all human beings is either Mortuary or the Funeral place.

This was your only final destination…..

What did you get from your life……

You just wasted your life to reach here….

Your own people left you here alone after putting you to Ashes.

Your own people left you alone after putting you in Grave.

What did your Life had given you….

What did you get from this World….

All the persons on whom you were relying through out your life….

All those persons left you alone in ashes here.

All those persons left you alone…

GENRE: DESPAIR, LOVE, LIFE, LONGING,PAINFUL, RELATIONSHIPS

YEARNING by Kapil Joshi

a long cherished dream
perceived,protected
through
fallacies of perception…
protected,perceived
by
the walls
raised
through
the fallacies
of
a dumb mind….
an enemy
and
a friend
at
the same time
embracing
the light
of
longing
of
an emblazoned heart
now empty
now full
of
love…
just
another
long cherished dream

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Genre: Life, History, Spiritual, American, Patriotic

Ground Zero
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

The subway rocks me asleep,
and I forget.
The city streets shake with noise,
and a million footsteps thunder
against concrete.
And I become lost.
Time ticks by,
and everyone is on schedule.
Nothing breaks their routine,
but I pause.
I stop to remember
what took place
so long ago,
and I see yesterday
standing there
with tears falling against darkness.
And I remember the wave of emotion
that gripped me,
that threatened to drown me,
but I rode those waves
with my pen.
And the city became alive once more,
and we walk a million moments
of our lives,
alive.
But do we still remember,
or is it easy to
forget?

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Genre:Family, Love

Tom Cat by Barbara Anderson

As a child I loved to play, with the cats at home,
especially the ones that played with me all day long.
One day I was outside playing, when a Tom Cat
happened to stroll my way, “tom cat would you like to
play with me,” and this is what he said.
“I am Tom Cat and as you
know we’re wild as can be.
But for you my girl, since
you love us so much, I’ll
try to control myself.
I like to roam the
streets at night and
especially the alley, but
you my girl have to stay at
home so this is what I’ll do.
I’ll play with you in the day time when your parents
are at home. But be careful my girl, that you do not tell
them, that I’m not a domesticated cat.”
The little girl laughed…