Saturday, February 10, 2018

our poets-- Deborah H.Doolittle, Teresinka Pereira, Terezinha Maria Moreira, Tseten Madison Sun, t. kilgore splake, Ann Christine Tabaka, Patricia Carragon, and, Pogo!

poet Deborah H. Doolittle
            North Carolina

            Lady Mary Wortley Montagu  Wears a Crown of Mugwort

            Hail, pale flower that adorns the roadside
            hedges, for you are truly fortified
            against all common infirmities
            that bring grander blooms to their knees.
            Take heart in small part that you will play
            in all those ditches as I make my way
            in the world, unfurl your flags of despair,
            uncurl your tufted, leafy parts like hair
            let down at night for a lover's delight:
            I can pick no better token outright
            for a talisman to set my life aright.

      poet Teresinka Pereira
                         Toledo, Ohio


      It is enough
      to have a heart
      that can think better
      than the mind;
      to have eyes
      that can see 
      as a mirror,
      in order to condense          
      the pride of memory,         
      hands to search              poet Terezinha Maria Moreira
      for a face to caress               Uberlándia, Brasil
      with love:
      there is the time             TIME
      which gives us                             
      heaven!                       Cruel, inexorable enemy?
                                        Good generous and even a friend?
                                      Cruel, it destroys illusions.
                                        Good, it softens suffering.

                                      Inexorable, it doesn't stop.
                                        Generous, it resolves resentments.

                                      Enemy, it always marks the physique.
                                         Friend, it renders men wise.

                                      In all, in this life,

      poet Tseten Madison Sun
                          Terre Haute, Indiana

under snow flurries

winter bare tree limbs

point to all beauty

                  sleet pelts the window

                  memories of an old friend

                  and still, the clouds drift

     beard damp with it
     a thick fog shrouds the valley

     walking with ghosts

poet t. kilgore splake   Calumet, Michigan

     overnight dusting
    crisp dry whiteness                     night alone in desert
    quiet winter solitude              watching dark rocks come alive
                                              universe belongs to you

                         don't watch feel
                     denying creative wisdom
                     poet should show not tell

         poet Ann Christine Tabaka                in my window
             Hockessin, Delaware                    a moonless night
                                                        pulls down the shades

    train whistle 
    swallows the quiet                   oak tree
    like unspoken words                long shadow fingers reach out
                                            to shake my hands

                               falls down
                               one drop at a time

 poet Patricia Carragon   Brooklyn, New York

                 past the open door
                 of a stalled train                50 shades of Justice
                 birdsong enters                   give Hell an upgrade
                                                 Karma is the new Trump

                                as i rotate
                                around the sun
                                i will resist

          and! poet Pogo, from the seclusion of the Okefenokee!

atop this windy outcrop                 away to the west
of timeless sentry granite--            the river carries our dreams                  
the climb  not yet
too challenging for this
solo graybeard peak-rat          well who'da guessed--  
                                      didn't know the sixties were
                                      on a möbius loop

assistant editor Tama, stating,
"We even have a favorite
poet from Brasil in this post!"

assistant editor Frosty, replying,
"And we even have a favorite
poet from Terre Haute!"

umm, assistant editors,
you have created another fine post of most special poets!  
And! It's time for our treats!
Frosty: "And be.lly rubs!"

see you in a moment            


ayaz daryl nielsen

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