Ghosts, Poetry by Josh Alex Baker

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural

“Ghosts” by Josh Alex Baker (on Twitter @joshalexbaker)

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

even got the porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because how is there any way that you didn’t choose to stay?

It doesn’t make sense
that you could spend
the cost of a heart but depart
before returning one

leaving a love undone
that seemed it couldn’t succumb
to the likes of an end

yes,
porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because there is no way you can be anything
more than lost

we are still sending letters to old addresses
taking empty words, putting them into emptier envelopes
that hold enough space
for all the words we didn’t say
all the chances we didn’t take
all the ways that we would break
with no doubt we were the only ones who could fix us

we have come to remember the words ‘return to sender’
digesting those words like songs we’ve heard a million times,
but it wouldn’t feel right to turn it down

we are saving space for hearts
that in no way crave it

reserving land when there are capable hands to cultivate it

we’ve crafted so many cemeteries,
where gardens could be

and can’t even tell the difference

 

 

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Tooth and Nail, Poetry by Dudley Clarence Sturgis IV

I’ve been hunted since I was a child
But I can’t take a rest
Sick of everyone’s offered pity
Don’t they know I’m blessed?

Genre: Rhyme, Fantasy, Determination

Tooth and Nail by Dudley Clarence Sturgis IV

I’ve been hunted since I was a child
But I can’t take a rest
Sick of everyone’s offered pity
Don’t they know I’m blessed?

I’ve broken every bone in my body
And I’ve scraped my nails to the bone
Climbing up this mountain of death
That I will soon forge into a throne

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I will be taking what is mine
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, then I will die enshrined

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
No, I will not wait any longer
I’ve fought my way; it was child’s play
For royalty to face a warmonger

I’ve been outcast since I was a child
But I can’t take a breath
Sick of your sentimental shit
Just watch me murder death

They’ve broken my heart a thousand times
And I’ve scattered the shards to the winds
Climbing up this mountain of ice
That was forged from my own sins

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I’ will be making them my own
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, I’ll die on my throne

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
No, I will not wait any longer
I’ve fought all my life; all I know is strife
But I’ll never be your warmonger

My father once told me
When I was all alone
To never let another man
Sit upon my throne
I remember my father told me
In the days before he died
That I will have to put in the work
In order to create my own light

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I’ll be taking what is mine
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, then I will die enshrined

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I’ll be making them my own
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, I’ll die on my throne

 

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The Master, Poetry by Pete Stones

‘Come up upon the wind’
roared the Master to the sails,
‘hard-a-port, aye aye sir’
echoed down the rails

Genre: Fantasy, History

The Master
by Pete Stones

‘Come up upon the wind’
roared the Master to the sails,
‘hard-a-port, aye aye sir’
echoed down the rails

the prow in tumult groaned,
tacking wildly was her shape,
his lonesome figure smirked to see
the shallows of the Cape.

Gripping to the mainmast
while the ship pitched and yawed,
‘I’ll see thee soon my friends’,
the Master madly cawed.

Wraiths upon the weather deck,
tempests in his soul,
guilt sweeping off into the sea
to be buried in the shoals.

She opened up a seam,
but the water remained at bay
ghosts like oakum stayed the wrath
as the ship did naught but sway.

While his lips did quiver in solemn prayer
to his knees the Master fell,
‘Please release from me this earthly keel,
all city, sea, and dell’

Waves arose like the fingers of God,
and by an act of grace
the Master washed away,
a smile upon his face.

 

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The Novice and the Goddess, Poetry by Erik Thomas

Dream, let your emotions stream…

…Across the seam of a border to a greater being

Brought together by a greater means…

…The proper pronunciation of the letters L-O-V and E

Genre: Fantasy, Love Story

 

The Novice and the Goddess
by Erik Thomas

 

Dream, let your emotions stream…

…Across the seam of a border to a greater being

Brought together by a greater means…

…The proper pronunciation of the letters L-O-V and E

 

Question…

 

When was the last time you met your match…?

Let me explain, this object of sentiment who puts your whole mind intact, a sudden awakening within, you’ve gained a drive to catch, her eye at a moments notice before your opportunity’s left…  out the door without a word, its almost unfair you see… you took a bit too long to

 

Allow me to take you on a voyage, ill explain it vocally… a lesson learned amounts to greater meaning than teaching a soul with you hope you see…?

 

That… if you don’t take me now, ill have a heart attack love

My fatal convulsions worth us not spending time in fact love

That, ive gone past the point of return, no Turning back love

Trapped in the depths of mental consumption without  fates escape route skittle path love

Theres no way to backtrack without your support Mona me

Soon you’ll see, that what we were, aint half as much as what well be…

Ill raise the rivers, move the moons, and fucking separate the sea…

Id ward off all your demons while you rest easy for the rest of eternity…

Ill show you exactly what I’ve become, If you’d come stand here next to me.

I need you love, don’t walk away… open your eyes and soon you’ll see.

 

But then she whispered the truths of her dying affection toward his hoping presence without glee…her piercing words even dropped our hopeless hero to his knees…she said. “My time here is passed, and with your obtained knowledge your undoubtedly soon the be, the most magnificent mind materialized meant for the sake love ever over the course of history.” He replied, fuck your stupid logic, just look at what you’ve done to me! Before he spoke another word, she laughed at his animosity… she said “I’ve given you the best ascension toward romantic divinity…how could you even almost deny the prospects of my wish to set you free…?” He staggered over his sentence, but he managed to get his point out clear and free… you’ve taught me how to ‘think’ and create all the things that I do see… to recognize the bounds of ones desires and how to offer them their dreams… however, the one thing you haven’t instructed was what I take in personally…my own essentials were never met, as well as the necessities… the one thing I’ve ever wanted was to make ‘you’ live so happily… you don’t get it, I wont love again, this marks the end of me, youre all I’ve ever wanted, and you’ll be all I ever need… ill say it once more as your Romeo, Juliet please don’t leave…?

I promise to god, if you walk out that door ill fucking cease to breathe…q;[

 

Her expression was unforeseen, she hadn’t expected this… her perception on what she’d done here…and all for just a kiss? She couldn’t quite see why he cared so much, or what she’d done to deserve this, she couldn’t bare to see him loveless again… but she wouldn’t  suffer through the bliss… before she motioned to speak again, she noticed a wetness on her face… a single tear slid down her warming cheek, then she noticed her mistake… apparently she showed someone who had nothing, the most excellent virtues of what ‘love’ could make… she altered an entire thought process, and then his heart was left to break, she cried the happiest tears she’d ever fathomed as he offered his hand once more to take… Then, the Goddess outreached her arm, with a bit of hesitation, how on heaven or why on earth had she created this revalation, surpassed amongst her own craft… shocked amidst the presence of his creation… a minds time consumption of true creativity is bounds for miraculous manifestation…

 

A sound seconds slower than Sadam’s Saudi Arabian invasion yet light years faster than a single inhalation pace placed to save face in case of cardio pulmonary resuscitation — she went left told him to close his eyes took a breath &blew a wind from her chest blessed with the rest of her best stuff  summoning a gust that mustv done it – err sent our hero to plummet – to death by way of ripping the soul from his chest – he expected none lessz

 

The Novice & The Goddess

 

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GHOST, Poetry by Dheric Da Poet

They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
They claimed.

Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual, Fantasy

GHOST by Dheric Da Poet

They claimed I was there.
They claimed I was seen.
They claimed I belonged.
They claimed I was needed.
They claimed.

So as they turned my significance on and off,
I pretended day and night were passing by.
And as they hid me under my own shadow to rot,
I wondered. Why did I die?

They passed through my accomplishments as though I never existed.
Never heard me when I spoke.
Never saw me when I appeared.
Never paid attention to who I really was.

Hmm —–
So I stood before them as they deceitfully read a tribute to me.
They cried with utmost care for their make-up, not me.
They wore their black on their party clothes and —-
Not me.

So I am a ghost.
One who is never seen,
Never heard,
And never spoken to.

I see,
I hear,
I speak.

The way of the ghost is never understood because it’s never noticed.

The troubles of the world never get to me.
Only the heat does.

I am the ghost of all times.
I am —–

#Dheric_Da_Poet
All rights secretly reserved.
2016

 

 

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Lady in White, Poetry by Carolan Nathan

She cometh
on wings of translucent hue
flying through heavenly space
alighting where
nobody knows…..

White Goddess is She
knowing of eternity
no beginnings
no end
all infinity

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure

Lady in White by Carolan Nathan
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She cometh
on wings of translucent hue
flying through heavenly space
alighting where
nobody knows…..

White Goddess is She
knowing of eternity
no beginnings
no end
all infinity

galaxies at outer edge
gather there to see
welcoming White Goddess
entourage of angels bright
at Her side

Her breath so sweet wafts through space
changing all as contact made
becoming Light
Long fingers emit beams of colour
creating Sound
echoing all around

Lady of White
knowing is She of totality
nothing escapes Her vision
Her eyes see everything
some things will change
others leave in place

that is the way it is….

 

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Brigid, Poetry by Andrea Connolly

Her wingspan shrouded in mystery

The small tortoiseshell rubicund

Ebony and golden forewings

Tangerine surged from chrysalis

A ring of blue, her spell, her veil

Little hands fold hollow reeds

Genre: Fantasy, Life

Brigid by Andrea Connolly

1st of February 2016

 

Her wingspan shrouded in mystery

The small tortoiseshell rubicund

Ebony and golden forewings

 

Tangerine surged from chrysalis

A ring of blue, her spell, her veil

Little hands fold hollow reeds

 

The magical childhood craft

Interwoven square with beams

A Eurasian butterfly with four wings

 

She folds them around blossoms

The little ones, the innocent

Refuge for homeless and landlords

 

She holds them equally at heart

Sainthood flicks wings of grass

 

 

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Marvelous Universe, Poetry by Karina Pinella

The Marvel Universe—

A world full of superheroes and their nemeses.

Earth is not always their place of birth;

Some hail from distant planets.

Genre: Comic Book, Fantasy, Superhero

Marvelous Universe

By Karina Pinella, 1/28/16

 

The Marvel Universe—

A world full of superheroes and their nemeses.

Earth is not always their place of birth;

Some hail from distant planets.

 

The origin of their powers vary, from accidental to intentional.

Most times triggered by a life of drama (or one big trauma).

A turning point that makes them live on edge—

An existence full of violence.

 

Some team up in groups of four, five, six, or more,

Such as Fantastic Four, X-Men, and Avengers.

They save the world that’s always imperiled—

In the Marvel Universe.

 

Thanks, Stan Lee,

For a roster full of beings extraordinaire,

Giving our lives vicarious adventures—

A mix of humor, furor, and lots of color.

 

©2016 Karina Pinella

 

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Tales of a Time Traveler, Poetry by Aditya Mankad

I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

Tales of a Time Traveler

by Aditya Mankad

I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.
I was touched by love,
And it burned me hard,
Made me invincible and left me scarred.
And now I won’t fail to mention,
How I still miss you; event in the Nth dimension,
And I realize it now,
How it has always been,
Me falling for you;
You being the red for my blue.
Me feeling the pain;
All seems as right as rain.
I realize it now,
as it makes my stomach churn;
as I long for another scar,
Another burn.
And I hope that there comes a day,
When,
leaves turn brown,
sun shines,
and the sky is all blue,
I would be right where I belong,
With you.
But until then,
I must do what I do best,
Go down the road,
Feared by the rest.
The path itself is the parchment where we wrote,
Wrote the stories of us both.
And our footprints became the ink,
Which can even make the stars sink.
What shall I do now?
Should I wait?
Should I go and tell our tale
and let my promises fail?
Or shall I wait and wait,
and wait,
And keep faith the fate;
Let the world forget who we are,
Wait till you come to give me another scar.

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