Noble assistant editors Frosty and Tama, mewing, "Poetry, Mister Editor! Kitties, peoples, puppy dogs, kittens, we all need poetry!"
So true, noble assistant editors...
let's be about our poets and poetry!
Marlton, New Jersey... poet r soos,
(for you, Rex) Joshua Tree, California...
I had a Paris lycée chum chairs for the neighbors
Who was a Paramecium ballon strings for each child
Le vin he drank at l'école and have a party
Until he filled his vacuole
The verb he loved to conjugate eyes
Was the present tense "to mate"
If he wanted to be more her slow gaze touches
There was no time for l'amour thoughts throughout my viscerous
Paramecia must split in two subconscious discourse
Before they dance a pas de deus
from Stopover in Stavanger...
I just want to say
Time is fluid outside of earth's reality. hello as a new poem
I'll go back to that tarmac. stay and see me dance
Stargazing in Stavanger, I will find you.
poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland...
swan doverin - swan asleep -
heid buirit i the swan's-doon head buried in the swan's down
o'r sel of herself
delicat pink delicate pink
as lips as lips
apenin gowan opening daisy
weet thrabs on'r umberellae rain beats on her umbrella
we daunce roond dubs we dance round puddles
...drum boogie ...drum boogie
to my dear wife Ann, our children and their families.
poet Ishikawa Tokuboku...
the sand could care less
it slips through my closed fingers I laugh and carry
so fast mother on my back three steps
sad that she's so light
I climbed to the peak
and ran down waving my hat stretch my arms and legs
for the fun of it outwards from my sad torso
and slowly get up
distant flute music
makes me drop my head to cry
so no one will see me
poet Kiersta Recktenwald,
winter's first swatch
(cf. Buson's 'sweet springtime showers')
poet t. kilgore splake,
touching forest wildflowers slowing down life
gently kissing petals listening to birdsongs
drowning in sweet nectars living in nature's beauty
poet Steve Ausherman, Albuquerque, New Mexico...
A child skips stones
Across a still pond.
Clouds break the surface
Of my regrets.
wind in the trees.
clouds on the mountaintops.
deeply breathing world.
Left over Chinese food.
A lake of soy sauce.
A midnight movie life raft
Ferries me across the water.
poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
fitting my palm against
the face of the rock
listening deeply to feel
it's pulse, listening to
the rhythm of breaths,
whispers, wisps of winds,
scents, of meadow and pine
listening to the voices of
sandstone and granite speaking
"All my ancestors are here
and I will remain with them”
see you in a moment...
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