Home Poetry - Year V - Number 29 - October 2019

Poetry - Year V - Number 29 - October 2019

    FOUR POEMS by John Casey

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    Perfect Day Leaves dancing, rustlingDelicately caressedBy the soft breezeA whispered wind song Patches of sun, dartingBreak through branchesCascade and collideIn prismatic collageOn the forest floor Nestled in shadeMossed rocks, mushroomsAnd unfurled fernsScattered at randomAlong my earthen path I...

    SIXTEEN OF ME by Lefcothea-Maria Golgaki

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    SIXTEEN OF ME To Giorgos by Lefcothea-Maria Golgaki   The Promise The girl was told hapless creatures cannot marchFinite their choicesThe girl was told woebegone bodies can only trudgeRasping sound their voices Should they adjust to a haphazard mannerCurtailed their...

    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 short,under breath,soft...

    DOGS OF AUSTRALIA by Rodney A. Williams

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    Dogs of AustraliaFor German migrants internedas enemy aliens on Torrens Islandin the Port Adelaide River Estuaryduring World War 1.1I am a dog of AustraliaWalked here by this country’s first peopleAcross a land bridge long...

    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 for my number;Balanced and hovering on the kerb’s edgeIn front of staring commuters like...

    MULTIPURPOSE by Robert Travis Hicks

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    MULTIPURPOSE by Robert Travis Hicks  The Gallows Head hung, haunted by hoary whispersA time before the milk curdledBefore you leftBefore the mirror met meAnd explained better than anyone ever couldthe depths of my inadequacy. Morning comes, I lie...

    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. I don’t remember who gave it to me,or where I got it from. Like most...

    REMEMBERING CAMUS by Reed Venrick

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    REMEMBERING CAMUS by Reed Venrick  Circles of the Sea The Eye was the first circle(Emerson) Those last days of summer, buildinga sandman for the last time, beforeSeptember's school, soon to begin—when the child sees something, she standing, leaping up...

    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 in her eyes.” “Guess she’s on the plane,An age-encrusted face glimmering in a window.” “Putting You...

    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 catwalk is a double.If it hits another, then its a...