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Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    THE NAMELESS by Lisa Zaran

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    THE NAMELESSBy Lisa Zaran The NamelessWho are we but immigrants too.Who are we but a lost Country.Who are we but tin blind, partially broken,desperado’s too are we not.Who are...

    PROLONGING by William Snyder

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    PROLONGINGBy William Snyder    PROLONGINGShe told me towait a little while.I said okay,I’ll wait outside.Ry Cooder, JoniMitchell, somebodyin Chains—they play and play.I slept last nightin the hollow comfortof the downstairs couch.Alone.I asked herto come...

    AMERICA by Ken W. Simpson

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    AMERICABy Ken W. Simpson File number thirty-eight America The land of the freea paradoxwhere hypocriteswithout ethicsor moral principlesembraced by hateare programmedto cheat the...

    HIS HAND by Amelia Abdullah

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    HIS HANDBy Amelia Abdullah   Dear mama,MamaThe first word of love to ever leave my lipsThe strongest name to call a womanThe hardest job to take onThe mightiest soldier to ever walk the planetThe...

    REFLECTION by Louise Lever

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    REFLECTIONBy Louise Lever Reflection The blended-up shocking-pink skinsOf a handful of frozen cranberries from the USA mixedWith a frozen skinless banana driesOn the sides of my...

    BABY POEM by C.H. Coleman

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    BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman Naughty Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable. One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already...

    ONION by Amanda Leigh

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    ONIONBy Amanda Leigh OnionIf I peel off your layers like an onion,Will I find the ripe in you?Are you somewhere down under,Holding an abeyance of the truth?Your mind is...

    THE LOVE OF LATIN by Howard Sage

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    THE LOVE OF LATINBy Howard Sage Amidst the cost of all that encompasses the blankiverse these days, tolls to pass...

    ODE TO MADAM CURIE by Bray McDonald

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    ODE TO MADAM CURIEBy Bray McDonald Ode to Madam Curie Whyfinds no comfortin reason. Shoutingdoesn’t help.Beggingbecomes a fierce round eggfree to ponder.

    THE PERFECT POEM by JR Solonche

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    THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche SONNET X X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person,...