Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Unrequited Love by Lynn Long

Unrequited Love

A most foolish path
I chose to pursue
For it leads, alas
To nowhere, but you
So, in snippet and rhyme
I reach out in word
Hoping you read me
I write to be heard
Still, you ignore
The words so dear
For their meaning
Resounds
All too clear



Lynn Long is an aspiring writer/novelist

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Casey at the Bat (Sestina) by Michael Ceraolo





Casey at the Bat (Sestina)

It didn't look good for the nine from Mudville
as the game entered the bottom of the ninth inning;
four players were scheduled to bat
before the order came around to Casey
If two of the four got on he would win them the game,
because there was no chance he'd strike out

But the first two batters were rapidly put out,
and hope was dwindling here in Mudville;
it looked like a quick one-two-three inning
But the next two hitter who came to bat
got hits, and that brought the great Casey
to the plate with a chance to win the game

Yes, Casey would win them the game
if only he could clout one out,
and there would be great happiness in Mudville
over the come-from-behind win in the last inning,
especially if the game-winning blow was off the bat
of the soon-to-be-immortal Casey

Yes, it would be idolized Casey
who would now be the star of the game
From the on-deck circle he stepped out,
and there was a standing ovation in Mudville
with two on and two out in the ninth inning
Advancing to the plate, he discarded the extra bat

Yes, as our hero waved the remaining bat
"Casey   Casey   Casey   Casey
Win for us this blasted game
by blasting the ball out"
was the chant of the fans in Mudville
in that fateful last of the ninth inning

Yes, it would be long remembered, that inning
It would be long remembered, that at-bat
of their mighty hero Casey
The fans would long remember that game
after they had quietly file out
and returned to the regular life of Mudville

There would be no extra innings in Mudville;
the game ended with their last at-bat
Mighty Casey had struck out



Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had one full-length book (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press) and a few chapbooks published (among the chapbooks is Cleveland Haiku, from Green Panda Press). He has a second full-length book, Euclid Creek Book Two, forthcoming from unbound content press, and is continually working on new and existing poetry projects."

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Surreal Name by Daipayan Nair

Surreal Name 

you journey
through my name

through the rocky turns,
lost lanes, dark alleys, deep pits 

some no way outs 
of each letters

crossing rough ridges,
broken bridges between
generations,

all fatigued, now crossing 
through the desolation 
of my surname 

where strolling through 
the same ruins, you find 
much to your disappointment,
I may be no different

then you reach the end 
all worn out, devasted 

find me there, standing,
with open arms 
calling your name.



Bio:
Born on 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize 2016. His works have been translated in quite a few languages. He has also got a book to his name. His first collection of poems is named 'The Frost' which was released in 2015. His recent publication is a co-authored anthology of poems titled ‘THE VIRTUAL REALITY’ which was released at the end of 2016. Currently he is working on his upcoming project, a detailed poetry book on the new poetry form ‘Tideling' titled ‘Parallelism’ to be published by the end of 2017.


Thursday, October 19, 2017

Good Amateurs by Daipayan Nair

Good Amateurs

Eyes have remembered
Themselves
Time and again
As an opening 
Soon turning into a blot 

The reason 
I see a coagulated dawn 
On your forehead 

Two children 
Quite relaxed 
On your face 
Out of a mature fission
Returning all its pain, 
Love received 
Back to the maker 
Blinding my adult

As when a parent
Doesn't want to see further
Post-sleep,
He is quite proud 
Of his two kids 
Controlling a scenery

Confessing 
Like amateurs.

Bio:

Born on 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize 2016. His works have been translated in quite a few languages. He has also got a book to his name. His first collection of poems is named 'The Frost' which was released in 2015. His recent publication is a co-authored anthology of poems titled ‘THE VIRTUAL REALITY’ which was released at the end of 2016. Currently he is working on his upcoming project, a detailed poetry book on the new poetry form ‘Tideling' titled ‘Parallelism’ to be published by the end of 2017.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Red Closeted Dream by Blanca Alicia Garza

Red Closeted Dream

Cold and empty walls
Silence that tears the soul 
Memories moistening the eyes
Promises the wind took away 
An unworn red dress
left forgotten in a closet 
A white rose symbolizing
eternal love stored in the
dusty drawer of oblivion.

Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's work can be found in  The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Free Speech Canto XLII by Michael Ceraolo





Free Speech Canto XLII

They billed themselves as
The Worldwide Leader in Sports,
and that meant a lot of hours
when they had no live events to show
had to be filled somehow,
                                      mostly
with reruns of some of those events
or reruns of their highlights shows
But they also had talk programs,
where those who had made it
to the summit of mediocrity
gave their opinions on happenings
both on and off the field
(mostly on)
So far, so so-so

But when some of those hired
to give their opinions,
                                opinions
by no means secret to the hirers,
gave certain opinions they were
either suspended or fired
for doing what they were hired for

A new slogan for the Mousey company:
The Worldwide Leader in Censorship
Hyperbole yes, but
more accurate than the current slogan


Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had one full-length book (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press) and a few chapbooks published (among the chapbooks is Cleveland Haiku, from Green Panda Press). He has a second full-length book, Euclid Creek Book Two, forthcoming from unbound content press, and is continually working on new and existing poetry projects."

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Stills by Daipayan Nair

Stills

When I revive you by 
from a past of being torn, 
being plucked with force, being made 
a lover's bouquet without choice

How could I ignore the silent breeze,
its own share of pollens
swaying your mind for a while

Now, there are two roses left:
Which blooms after death 
The other that blooms before it 

To the flower, I can say, 'it's full of beauty'
even when the garden isn't full of it

Your petals around it 
is just your photograph.



Bio:

Born on 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize 2016. His works have been translated in quite a few languages. He has also got a book to his name. His first collection of poems is named 'The Frost' which was released in 2015. His recent publication is a co-authored anthology of poems titled ‘THE VIRTUAL REALITY’ which was released at the end of 2016. Currently he is working on his upcoming project, a detailed poetry book on the new poetry form ‘Tideling' titled ‘Parallelism’ to be published by the end of 2017.


Tuesday, October 10, 2017

HAWAIIAN MARKET PLACE by John Grey

HAWAIIAN MARKET PLACE

Green onions, fried rice,
soy sauce, star fruit –
I nibble on smells
as I roam the marketplace.

One stall offers natural medicines
from the rain forest –
lavender and indigo.
I sniff myself a cure or two.

Someone unzips a banana.
Another cuts into passionfruit skin.
Seeds ride sweet yellow juice
into the salty warm.
And everywhere there’s pineapples,
ripe and sun-burst on opening.

Later there’ll be fireworks.
But, for now,
I’m checking out a lilikoi,
its bright yellow skin, tart pulp.

It tastes of Oahu, Maui, Kauai
and the big Island.
It makes me feel
sea-air brushed,
water lapped,

and miles from any neighbor.



Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Nightshade Oblivion by Colleen Keller Breuning

Nightshade Oblivion

Sundown falls in shades of purple
its shadows dancing across the wall
the sound of silence speaks in muted whispers
flickering like a candle in the wind…

Lost in the confines of my mind
in between the hollow spaces
of yesterday and tomorrow
moments where unspoken dreams wallow…

Our spirits once fused in a blaze of glory
its raging fire burned, white hot rapture
now cold embers buried in the snow
for nothing seems to lasts forever...

Wounded hearts bleed like crushed grapes
time in a bottle, boxed vintage wine
your essence lingers on my tastebuds
indelibly branded deep within my soul….

But bent and broken wings will mend
as defiant moon repents its mortal sins
and angry zephyr howls its proclamations
stirring up the nightshade of this empty room…

where I shall wait for you.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2017

BIOGRAPHY:
Colleen Keller Breuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia with her husband and cats, Tommy and Jordan. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published in a variety of print and online magazines during the past decade. Her first poetry book, Shadows of My Father, was a tribute to her father and published in 2011. She is currently working on her second book of poetry, along with assorted photography projects. She participates in several online writing groups. In addition to poetry and photography, she loves nature, music, cats and wine (not necessarily in that order).

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Trees of Heaven by Joan McNerney

Photo by Joanne Olivieri


Trees of Heaven

Those are tough trees
growing in slums.

With no need of rich soil
or pruning, they rise
in abandoned lots.

These are trees that
survive rubbish, rodents
noxious chemicals.

Not  easily cut down, 
they stand against
gaunt tenements.
Climbing skyward,
delicate palm leaves
flourish flowering pods.

Trees of Heaven give
children glimpses of bright
emerald each morning.

Stars play peek-a-boo
between their branches
through long nights.
Who has said a taste of
paradise is only for the rich?

BIO: Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations. 

Dimming the Lights by Blanca Alicia Garza




Dimming the Lights 

Cowboy boots 
Flannel shirts 
Blue jeans 
Country music 
Singing along 
To their favorite songs 
Having a good time 
Until the sound of evil 
interrupted the night 
Confusion and fear
Reflected in their faces 
People on the floor 
Protecting their precious lives
Tears and prayers in silence 
Angel feathers spreading 
Across the pavement 
Shattering the dreams of
So many young innocent souls 
Only love and compassion 
can chase darkness 
back into the abyss 
Only love, peace and hope
Can restore this broken humanity.

Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's work can be found in  The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.