poet pl. wick Empire, Colorado
old friends are these
dry-leather work boots
a fatigued heel finally fails,
it was bound to happen--
the boot sagging and tired
limping noticeably now
I'm just along
for the journey
- - -
cerulean sky
and lemon chiffon aroma
carry us along...
the biker
beginning to relax
asks--
if there are such things as
motorcycle poems
poet Cathy Porter Omaha, Nebraska
lightfoot
early morning rain
soaks our skin
that's what you get
for lovin' me
if you cold read my mind
you would know
I plan to leave
by sundown
ain't nothin' carefree
'bout this highway
poet Patricia Carragon
Brooklyn, New York
gray leaves gray puddles
gray chills underneath gray cardigan
subway in motion
wheels sing lullabies
passengers fall asleep
yellow snow
at the trunk of the tree
doggie's m.o.
poet Olimpio Coelho de Araújo São Vivente, Brasil
WE ARE ALL ASTRONAUTS
(Somos todos astronaultas)
The gods know we are all astronauts.
They test our fragile limitations,
our shaky, insecure steps.
The gods know how arrogant we are.
The gods know.
translated by Teresinka Pereira Toledo, Ohio
poet Diane Webster Delta, Corlado
BEE CAVE
A bee encapsulated
inside a snapdragon blossom
like soaking in bathtub water
as scent penetrates in steamy mist. . .
like squeezing through
a cave tunnel to the end
discovering never-before-seen
stalactites
poet Carl Mayfield
Rio Rancho, New Mexico
Blank Look #972
picking up a trimmed branch
I notice there is a thread
attached
trailing off into the sky
quickly becoming invisible
when I feel the tug
a shudder arrives
without a sound
calmly
as though being called home
is nothing to fret about
poet Dennis Saleh poet t. kilgore splake
Seaside, California calumet, michigan
Curb Your Voice modern communications
No word speaks short tweet messages
louder than 'silence'
especially in Januarys forgetting old fashioned letters
A year is gone
A year begun
Of course momentous tripping highway miles
"Silence" sipping eight ball forties
Motto of the month
of January deep in upper peninsula
closing on paradise
noble assistant editors
Frosty and Tama, yet
another fine post!
You have me purring!
Frosty: "Treats?"
Treats for everyone!
(happy mews all around)
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com
WE ARE ALL ASTRONAUTS
(Somos todos astronaultas)
The gods know we are all astronauts.
They test our fragile limitations,
our shaky, insecure steps.
The gods know how arrogant we are.
The gods know.
translated by Teresinka Pereira Toledo, Ohio
poet Diane Webster Delta, Corlado
BEE CAVE
A bee encapsulated
inside a snapdragon blossom
like soaking in bathtub water
as scent penetrates in steamy mist. . .
like squeezing through
a cave tunnel to the end
discovering never-before-seen
stalactites
poet Carl Mayfield
Rio Rancho, New Mexico
Blank Look #972
picking up a trimmed branch
I notice there is a thread
attached
trailing off into the sky
quickly becoming invisible
when I feel the tug
a shudder arrives
without a sound
calmly
as though being called home
is nothing to fret about
poet Dennis Saleh poet t. kilgore splake
Seaside, California calumet, michigan
Curb Your Voice modern communications
No word speaks short tweet messages
louder than 'silence'
especially in Januarys forgetting old fashioned letters
A year is gone
A year begun
Of course momentous tripping highway miles
"Silence" sipping eight ball forties
Motto of the month
of January deep in upper peninsula
closing on paradise
Frosty and Tama, yet
another fine post!
You have me purring!
Frosty: "Treats?"
Treats for everyone!
(happy mews all around)
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com
