Friday, December 28, 2012

Are We?

Are we the water of a river?
or are we the river that contains water?
Is the sky too complex
or is it easier than we perceive?
A Book,
    A Poem;
A Case, and
    Our plight:
We're reminded of black and white,
and we know it well how dark contrasts light,
so what about what's in between?

Friday, December 14, 2012

After Work By Richard Jones



coming up from the subway
into the cool Manhattan evening,
I feel rough hands on my hearts-
women in the market yelling
over rows of tomatoes and peppers,
old men sitting on a stoop playing cards,
Cabbies cursing each other with fists
while the music of church bells
sails over the street,
and the father, angry and tired
after working all day,
embracing his little girl,
kissing her,
mi vida, mi corazon,
brushing the hair out of her eyes,
so she can see.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Counting The Mad By Donald Justice

This one was put in a jacket,
this one was sent home,
this one was given bread and meat,
But would eat none,
And this one cried No No No No No
all day long.
.
This one looked at the window
as though it were a wall,
This one saw things that were not there,
This one show things that were,
And this one cried No No No No No
all day long.
.
This one thought himself a bird,
This one a dog,
and this one thought himself a man,
An ordinary man,
And cried and cried No No No No No
all day long.

Monday, November 26, 2012

The Deferred Silence

At times
we're too full
to react on
actions instantly,
Deferred silence
follows some delayed
noises,
when a car
is hit by
an on coming
vehicle,
the witness
needs a few
seconds
to analize
the accident
and call police
for help
to handle the
problem,
the interval
between
occurances
and
responses
is like
ozone
newness
to random
aftermath
or aftershock..

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Child By Sylvia Plath

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
the zoo of the new.
.
Whose names you meditate-
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
.
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images,
should be grand and classical.
.
Not this troubles
wringing of hands, this dark
ceiling without a star.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Oval Thoughts

shall sit 
quiet as walls
at the study room
pen listening to heart
beats of many a wander
plus the darkened lines shown
projecting future like a solid pill
and the meditations of cure adapt
until the silent and powerful coal
burns me the greed and the sin
by some fearsome deal
thus those cold feel
from our mind
needs witty
you

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Peanuts




peanut woods, nuts grow as roots...




Back at our hometown,
we grow peanuts in the field,
It needs sandy soil.
.
Isolated, green woods,
peanuts plants grow, bloom in May,
less than a foot tall.
.
Peanuts are roots, hard
shells, on bottom of the trees,
dig them out, clean, dry.
.
Roasted peanuts rock,
salted peanuts and raw ones
can be brought and sold.



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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Masgic of Love: Have A Fun Halloween!







It's delusion that
eye contact could bloom
something that's hot
and lead to romance in a room.
.
Humans are animals,
who carry some kind of emotions,
Two hungry souls
could feed on one another once having feeling.
.
Silence is one factor
to cook in between as individual actor,
Love is the product of lust and greed,
People in this world are helpless if love decides to confess.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Nectar (Mini Fiction and Poetry)





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There is no old to one's age,
No loss when love determines to engage,
Mutual love is sweet
like dancing autumn leaves at feet,
Only sheen on your forehead
can be seen as nectar stored.
Tweet,
Tweet,
Trick or treat,
Sugar-cone alike poetry!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Uncertainty By Charles J. Kennedy




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If I don't look where I walk-
I stumble,
If I don't listen when I talk-
I stammer,
When I view the depths of a looking glass-
I shudder:
"If I am at where it's really
at, or if I'm actually there."

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

I Pray By Helen Duben


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Guide my footsteps that I stray,
Keep me night and day;
Whether at work or play,
Teach me the words to say,
As I travel life's pathway,
Let me ever kind stay,
Put loving words in my mouth to say,
Lead me ever in God's way
without delay,
To kneel and pray.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Slopes of Italy (A Tribe)



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Sunny slopes of Italy,
Olive trees, orange leaves,
Quietness of home and family,
Faith, wisdom, and beliefs.
Openness of the ocean,
Quirky parts of the location,
Profound ecstasy,
Confidential privacy,
Florence and Rome palace,
Popes and world famous religion elegance,
Sweet, yellowish curls,
Cars, trucks, supermarkets,
Arts, poetry, peony, and space rockets.