Home Poetry - Year V - Number 29 - October 2019

Poetry - Year V - Number 29 - October 2019

    MORNING SONG by John Leonard

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    MORNING SONG by John Leonard  No Cream, No Sugar Being awake feels like having eternal patience.Nights slowly dripping into my orange coffee cup.

    THE METAPHOR by Andy J Hale

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    THE METAPHOR by Andy J Hale  Ichthyes It’s the birth of immortality… Crawl across the waterMy father is the oceanWho...

    PUTTING YOU THROUGH NOW by Christopher Barnes

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    PUTTING YOU THROUGH NOW by Christopher Barnes  “Putting You Through Now, Caller.” 1 “Thirkell confided she’d bargained, hobbled away,Fingers crushing that suitcase,Something taut...

    THE TROP by David Somerset

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    THE TROP by David Somerset   The Trop          The game drones on.The Trop is a “pinball game”  baseball field, named after orange juice.A hit ball striking one...

    FOCUS by Antonio Rios

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    FOCUS by Antonio Rios  NOVEMBER 17, 2010 Clouds slowly rolled across the sky overhead.A heavyset man sold hotdogs at the street corner.Three young...

    ONE SINGLE ROSE by Edward Bonner

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    ONE SINGLE ROSEby Edward Bonner  ONE SINGLE ROSEIf I could offer one single rose’with ruby petals,blades of crimson,showered in dreams,from my garden where seasons are unknown.Would you understand?If a stream runs through graciously’in...

    ROUGH RIDE by George Gad Economou

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    ROUGH RIDE by George Gad Economou  Rough Ride time to spend a few hours to watch Wrestlekingdom,and I wish you were here, to...

    SCAVENGERS by Hank Kalet

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    SCAVENGERS by Hank Kalet Father Becomes the Son He says he should justhave a heart attack. Done. And whenI reprimand, I feel the...

    SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson

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    SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson  Commutations The morning commute begins on the hourAs nighttime and daylight adjoin in friction.Buses interrupt as I squint...

    WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler

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    WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler  Somedays I Am That Cypress                                                                                 The past has all blown east.The Monterey cypress felt it leavein...