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by Patricia McCaron
Hey, Listen to this.
The poetry of story.
A poet tells a story about stories.
Poetry, gossip and the pursuit of
Pleasure.
Is there any other way?
Now what do you think of me?
You’ve got to stop and be there
for the poem as long as it takes.
Just stand still.
Wherever you are is called here,
and the song goes on.
The time will come when you can
feast on your life.
We sit by the fire…
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by Peg Alford Pursell
Even the stars collect in families.
No body is alone in space.
Astral pearls of light -
strings of sisters – glow,
Father the brilliant medallion
marks the mouth of a black hole,
A hydrogen web Mother spins
and weaves her nebulous net,
the Old red ancestors fade
but never defect:
Gravity.
We don’t have the same
laws or attraction,
other more subtle forces
constrain us
in these painful arrangements.
We scatter. Maintain
our distances,
pray to transcend…
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by Lucy Simpson
“I am perception and knowledge, uttering a Voice by means of thought. I am the real Voice. I cry out in everyone, and they recognize it (the voice), since a seed dwells in them.”
─ Nag Hammadi Library, Trimorphic Protennoia, translated by John D. Turner
Back in the garden of eden
when leaves were holy
every vein a beatitude
everything was possible
for these monkeys
for these little Hanumans
The light sang beneath the boughs
little fish shadows darting
and god walked in…
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“Moon” by Miles Ranno
Lying on damp grass
Orion writes on my heart
Tears sparkle like stars
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Sharon Walling has published a number of editorials and is a member of Christian Writers Guild.
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More Articles by Guest Poet
- Friday in Novato ~ by Patricia McCaron – March 3rd, 2010
- Families ~ by Peg Alford Pursell – December 1st, 2009
- The Gnosticism of the Greenhouse ~ by Lucy Simpson – December 1st, 2009
- Stars Haiku
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White winged wonder navigating the celestial cosmos
gathering stardust from dwarfed red stars,
and descending to sprinkle the powers
of inspiration on earth’s artistic population.
A bit of yellow on Van Gogh
before his easel in a hayfield,
green on Hemingway in his emerald hills of Africa,
gold on Isadora Duncan’s toes,
a rainbow mixture on a playwright on Stratford on Avon,
and behind the Great Wall in the courtyard
of Li Po, particles of orange,
then a shade of love’s blue sky
on a poetry dancing…
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by Colin James
The smallest of inadequacies
left a taste of salt
and splattered its tangibles
unexpectedly.
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(for Michael)
by Lucy Simpson
If I knew you were light
I would’ve peeled away the layers
to your glorious mouth
many years ago
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I wait for cold, rain drenched week-nights when everyone is inside warming up to each other after work and the streets become as hollow and sad as a drained can of Coca-Cola. I like to wander down to 59W and 44th, to stand, hip cocked in the middle of the intersection, flipping a dripping pink Gerbera daisy lazily at my side. I often simply stand and stare pensively up towards 6th. I like to experience types of love in extreme conditions because my mind has a funny way of making my body feel insulated from the world when…
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Finding Poems
by Bryan F. Warsaw
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Jessie,
On your mother’s couch, huddled over
a laptop
filled with hoarded treasures.
“From where do poems come,” you read…
We sat, smiling, musing, each of us- almost strangers-
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Premonition of Billie Joe and the River
(based on the song, Ode to Billie Joe by Bobbie Gentry)
I am dreaming of my Billie
He dives down
A dove to the water below
To follow where the child did go
Little rag doll limp thing
Head an onion bulb left in the sun
The river swallows his
White skin, his gold hair, his crooked teeth
The Tallahatchie is an easy woman
Made up of tears
Sundays we love after church
On…
