Noble assistant editor's Frosty and Tama, mewing, "Poetry, Mister Editor! Kitties and people need their poetry now, Mister Editor!". . .!
poet Sari Grandstaff, Saugerties, New York...
entering the room
poet Sari Grandstaff, Saugerties, New York...
entering the room
flicker of recognition flickering porch light
the moth or the flame? disco dancing moth
just stayin' alive
at the funeral
mom's rainbow pasta salad
brings us together
poet (and my great-aunt) Hilma Erickson, dated 1900...
the moth or the flame? disco dancing moth
just stayin' alive
at the funeral
mom's rainbow pasta salad
brings us together
poet (and my great-aunt) Hilma Erickson, dated 1900...
Summer is here and Autumn is near.
What a beautiful time of the year.
The flowers are lovely,
and the birds are here.
A lady bug came along,
as cute as can be.
Invited her lady friends
in for an afternoon tea.
A grasshopper came,
he was a little lame.
And the cricket brought
his favorite game.
The whippoorwill
was a little late,
and he sat and sang
on the garden gate.
poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
wilderness poem
quiet words whispering melting spring snow
softly through pines stream waters rising
carrying new dreams
poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland...
brennin leaves -
reek hoves burning leaves -
claps tae the brainches smoke rises
clings to the branches
oot frae the haar
...an intae the haar out from the mist
hern snuves ...and into the mist
heron glides
poet P C K Prem, Himachal Pradesh, India...
Grimy rain in a tributary
continues
to roar and cuddle
dew drops.
He paints splashes
on face fuzzy and wrinkly,
rainbows lit up.
poet Boyd Bauman, Overland Park, Kansas...
From the Furrows Luck
After the tractors, Green clover I pick
frogs from rice paddy furrows displays three petals proudly
manufacture joy. Still my lucky day.
poet Tomas Tranströmer...
Midnight Turning Point
The wood ant watches silently, looks into
nothing. And nothing's heard but drips from dim
leafage and the night's murmuring deep in
summer's canyon.
The spruce stands like the hand of a clock,
spiked. The ant glows in the hill's shadow.
Bird cry! And at last. The cloud-packs slowly
begin to roll.
poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...
A warm breeze
Through the window the tree on our car
Makes the bills a nudge towards liquor
Disappear or prayer
maybe both
One rose
On the hood of the car The caterpillar
Thorns missing On the sidewalk
But felt In no hurry
Despite the rain
poet Don Wentworth, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...
hanging low
so beautiful hiding in everything plain sight
the willow
rhyming
with the the big picture --
stream sunset, butterfly
Angelee Deodhar, and, ayaz daryl nielsen...
New found peace
The famed astro-prediction
Of WW-3 turned out
To be Covid virus-19
For universal lock down.
For deep introspection
To clean the environment
To unite the world
For regeneration
For re-evaluation
To charter a new course
To open new chapters
In the destiny of Nations.
poet Teresinka Pereira,
Ottawa Hills, Ohio...
PREPARATION
Where is love
when there is so much solitude
in the way?
Where is the sun
when the night is arriving early
during the morning's seeding?
Where is the smile
when poetry becomes harsh,
listening to hatred, at the eve
of this underserving war?
poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...
Craft Honesty Tenacity:
those are what makes this writer tick.
Life is hardball. Go
out and strive for the singles.
The home runs will come.
see you in a moment...
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