Home Poetry - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

Poetry - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    SPEND THE NIGHT by John Grey

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    SPEND THE NIGHT by John Grey SPEND THE NIGHT Nothing like the creaky doors,worm-riddled stairs, cobwebbed windows,of an old deserted mansion.Especially at night,in...

    UP THERE by Roger Singer

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    UP THERE By Roger Singer UP THERE  The moon a legend inthe sky a face totalk toa light to cry under a beaconfor our pathsalongsideriversshorelinesand late nightsidewalks we observefrom hereat thebasement...

    TODAY by Stella Prince

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    TODAY by Stella Prince TODAY You and I we live by day,At night you tend to fly away,Leaving me to live for tomorrow.

    THE LORD’S PRAYER RECYCLED by Pernille Aegidius Dake

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    THE LORD'S PRAYER RECYCLED by Pernille Aegidius Dake   Our friend who art in the Third World,We know not thy name, yet feel your pain.Your time...

    WEDDING by Timothy Loveday

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    WEDDING by Timothy Loveday   Maggots she cannot tell herhusband that there aremaggots in her fanny. thatthe maggots only feed on deadflesh. that...

    LISBON by John Drudge

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    The Café DownTo the Latin QuarterTo the caféBy the storeWhere you boughtThat green dressWhere we lockedOur bikesTo the street lampAnd raced the rainTo salvationWhere the tableWas oursIn our universeAway...

    A LIFE NOT OUR OWN by Melissa Chappell

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    A LIFE NOT OUR OWN by Melissa Chappell   A Life Not Our Own The lights of the television crews shone as bright...

    PANERA by James Croal Jackson

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    PANERA by James Croal Jackson  Panera I lost the important thingssweeping baguette crumbsunderneath an industrialfan– cyclicality, the broom’s sashayfrom one end of the...

    INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃO by Roseangelina Batista

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    INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOby Roseangelina Batista INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOPrelúdio ao poema de Ajahn Mun Ora um fluxo de momentos,ora um fluxo de vazio presente. A semântica...

    WHITE WINGS by Dr Daniel King

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    WHITE WINGSby Dr. Daniel King Marchese We march on the mare far from the iceThat towers and almost reaches to spaceWhere ion assaults will serve to...