Poetry - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    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. I want more than you can give,But you say live and let live.Leaving me with...

    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 the midst of a thunderstorm,with lightning flashesthe only visibility,thunder thumping clouds together,and rain trampling...

    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 as a Syrian sun.The scene was set for a Presidential appearance,red backdrop, no doubt...

    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 ofgravitya beauty thathaunts us. SMALL AND GREATI lit a candlefor comfortits...

    GRIND by Tina Dybvik

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    GRIND by Tina Dybvik 2020 cinquain Post growthClimate chorusLosing wet bulb temperedFaith; blue ocean blues-y buskingTips fate. Grind Why soProfound a breakWith fine espresso grindTo morning brew French pressed anewRoutine? About the Author: Tina Dybvik: My verses have been published in...

    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 will come if you put your mind to it.The world...

    SEARCHING by Brionna Nijah

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    SEARCHING by Brionna Nijah   Can I Be Honest And Tell YouThat I Am Broken?Not Beyond RepairBut The Cracks Run So DeepYou’ll Think I Was An Addict For PainI Ain't Got The Tools To Fix MeI...

    THE VOICE by Bethany Bruno

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    THE VOICE by Bethany Bruno The Voice I’ve always loved the complexity of fall.Only one season makes me feel alive, one that allows my roots to entangleInto Earth’s soil.Winter, spring, and summer seasons drag on like an...