Warfare
Share Warfare A word with implications, Afflicting many nations, A darker side to humans, A side we can’t forget, Warfare keeps on spilling across the world and filling the hearts of its victims with fear, pain and woe, Europe’s war, a beast of economic foundings, A war where we see bankers, aggressors to us all,...
Of Human Jam, on the Regents Canal, by Padraig O Loingsigh
Share Of Human Jam, on the Regent’s Canal There’s a poem by Tomas Hardy, bout a lady and a strumpet, and her fear that in the cemetery their bones would mix indecently. “There’s not a modest maiden elf But dreads the final Trumpet, Lest half of her should rise herself, And half some local strumpet!...
trembling
Share beauty is the rain falling on puddles making perfect circles at our feet timid is the mouse hiding in the kitchen whiskers twitching in the shadows soft is the dog sleeping on a cushion a patch of darkness on the bright cloth of day and happy are the children playing...
Sparrows by Ali Abdolrezaei
Share After a Thousand and One Nights reading sleeping a couple leave the house Sparrows swarm the alley with their twitter up to the bus stop by the tree – swarmed by tweet in tweet On the cheek spot on a beauty spot the man lands a kiss To hide a show...
Inclement Night by Padraig O’Loingsigh
Share I am a dog A wet dog in the inclement night. I am a crow A black crow in the purple storm. I am a cat A grey cat invisible in the hungry shadows. Rate this post by clicking on the stars
Tempest by Giovanna Lucarelli
Share Tempest And all the world is threatening. Thunderstorm. Black Clouds of imperfection Loom immanent. Imminent, like the Angel Of Death, himself. Killing, your foetal rhymes Dead, before they’re even born. Giovanna Lucarelli is a soon-to-be-graduate of an English Literature and American Studies degree from the University of Birmingham. She’s a culture vulture, writer, dreamer,...
Poetry Review- Six Days in Iceland by Alyson Hallett
Share It is wonderful to discover unique poetry projects that combine a variety of elements. During the course of my Masters research I came across several such books, including Cynthia Hogue’s book of interview poems on Hurricane Katrina When the Water Came, and Claudia Rankine’s Don’t Let Me Be Lonely, both of which combine unusual...
unspoken
Share the sky is so cold but who are we to tell it otherwise we pollute our mouths and stream catalogs of colors of sin before our eyes picking mistakes and choosing our shortcomings from a prepackaged list she loves until she runs dry and bitterness floods in to take the place of her blood...
Oxford: Dreams Inspired
Share -John Henry dips a toe into the warm waters of the Isis and Cherwell I once found, whilst strolling in Christchurch Meadow, a scrap of cardboard about the size of a playing card, lying discarded upon the gravel. On one side had been drawn in pencil a caricature of an unshaven man in a...
Broken Toy Soldier
Share I found him on the street: green, like camouflage, I almost overlooked him, among the brown October leaves by the gray sidewalk. One arm raised but the raised arm broken off at the shoulder; whatever it held had dropped. One hand to his open mouth broken off, too, his mouth frozen in strained silence....
‘Who Does He Think He Is?’
Share ‘Who Does He Think He Is?’ O! A son of Albion gives birth to the sun of Venice And in doing so he gives heaven to the earth Wielding brushes of both magic and menace But what are we presented with-really? that tiny tattoo on that sail Amongst a rabble of scribbles and scrabbles...
Thought Pollution
Share Thought Pollution Have you ever had pollution of the mind? When smog fills your head and you can’t unwind When all of the toxins from this pollution Prevent you from finding a sensible solution. The thoughts set in and they leave such a rancid smell Fumes dispersing in your head convince you all...
Sang
Share Friendly, Not the nature at all. We lie, below a line that’s drawn. Hard, Difficult, and not with ease; We are exactly– Where you said we’d be. But now I’m fading quickly. Heart and mind losing density. Ignore the signs of destiny. You: the worst, Brought the best in me. Rate this post...
A Muse in Obtuse Hues
Share A Muse in Obtuse Hues You are a stock character, boy with matching shoes You are a free spirit with nothing to lose But turn around: on your back you’ll find a bruise Your clowning will diffuse, and cease to amuse It is in that bruise that I stored my clues Honest,...
Hoarder’s House by Ivan Jenson
Share We need to make some space for open-mindedness and some room for big ideas so throw out your collection of unconscious thoughts and get rid of the Ritalin-proof riddles that make you pace the room your facial muscles tense defenseless against perceived throngs of wrongs and the ping-pong prisoner of war drip-drops on your...
Panoramic Possibilities by Ivan Jenson
Share Stretching out before me hundreds of miles of places I can go behind me all that I have seen before all around me that which is going on now above me that stuff I will never reach no matter how hard I try below all that is buried and gone and so after much...
The Rags of Time
Share Fleeting, we say, is the youth that we seek to hold Beyond its natural span; we clip our own wings In protest of our age. Flightless and old, We can but pretend our age is not in our things – Our understanding of hardships, our shoes, perfumes – But oh – our pointless thoughts...
of my return
Share I am missing you numbers course through my veins dates and times I cannot forget no matter how many spoonfuls of sugar I swallow place cardboard cut-outs over my eyes, love maybe then I will remember how to open my heart to allow the happiness in and let the angst trickle out realign our...
Nashville Never Was II (A Prose About Lost Religion)
Share It was a feeling you usually draw lines to when considering “the last time I felt something before I realize where I am.” I never quite realized where I was and that could have possibly been my snowy, saving grace. The ideal was not to be and I fathom that the trajectory I...
What of it? by Ivan Jenson
Share What did you do with your relationship did you leave it and what about the house did you sell it and your dog did you give it away and that car did you junk it and that novel did you finish writing it and that plan to move to Maui did you scrap it...
Evidently So by Ivan Jenson
Share I will admit I have been snooping around and peeking at your journals you have incredible secrets and handwriting and I have been listening in on your conversations you have quite a few hilarious, suspicious friends I have been observing your schedule and you seem to have some mundane and circumspect errands and after...
Garb of the Heart
Share I see you dress up your depravity In silken threads that might distract my sight, This is how you open, and greet the night Which waits, a pit of lewd activity. You strip your fingers to the very bone, That you might touch a shoulder or a cheek. Amidst a haze of powder, you...
From Here To Nudity by Ivan Jenson
Share Throw off your reading glasses slowly move toward the shore first kicking off your flip-flops then ripping off your shirt now undo your belt, unzip your fly and drop your slacks, boxer shorts then slip off your socks now dive into the sea of freedom and splash in the unexpected undercurrent which tugs you...
The Artist as Activist (or George Clooney gets arrested)
Share Last week Hollywood actor George Clooney was arrested after failing to comply with police at a protest outside the Sudanese Embassy in Washington DC. He told journalists he was “just trying to raise attention” about the situation in southern Sudan where military action supposedly targeting terrorists is devastating civilian populations, and aid is...
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