Poetry - Year VII - Number 50 - July 2021

    ONLY STARS by Peycho Kanev

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    Only Stars When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were old people who were from another...

    SEA AND SOIL POEMS by Steve Mentz

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    Sea and Soil Poems Of thirteen minds I swim past Whale Rock.Cold air leeches warmth from rotating armsThat plunge into grey-green sea with each stroke.Turning my chin, I count, and count again. Their beaks all point north,...

    TIME by Eugenia Fain

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    TimeA fibonnaci poem TimeFadesIntoEternalWaves cascading inPools in which we are a pebble. A Rondel Poem When I do spy your lovely face,My heart leaps with joy,At your antics that are so coy.My pain leaves me without a...

    HAPPINESS by Benjamin B. White

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    Happiness Neo-pagans kneelBefore the spiritualityOf natural cycles,Then drive their SUVsTo Michael’s Craft StoreAnd buy decorationsFor the insideOf their cavesWhere dysfunction behavesLike a north starTo guideThe ritualsOf individualsInto cultural practicesSo unbreakableThey become unbearableAnd loseTheir purposeIn the...

    OLD SCHOOL by Sean Murphy

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    Ars moriendi It’s true, she died peacefully, in her home.This is all she wanted; all we asked for(after asking for a great number of things,each denied in turn, by doctors, her bodyand all we can’t...

    WORTHWHILE CREATURES by Nathan Tluchowski

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    worthwhile creatures my poems don’t matterthe breasts of devils give ill milkand each tragedy of a big cunt or bad circulation can’tnullify:the dirty snow oraugered shitholescentralized heat orthe gigas bible of women laying salt on...

    HOW MUCH OF HISTORY IS TRUE by Randall Rogers

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    How Much Of History Is True? Twixt lifeand deathbirth and evaporationlies inexplicable gleeand honest hopeless despair;steady the craft!too much is just enoughto determine holisticallya bigger pictureof despairredeemingdeath’s declinein euphonious cacophonyof euphoric joy.Thy tractor beamof salvation. Octopus...