Counting Crows

By Thea

Sometimes, at night

When the sun is gone 

But its effect has not diminished

I count the crows

Flying through the shades of blue

Some say they go to the river

But I believe they do more than that

They chase the light

To the neverending dawn

Flower

By Thea

Flower, flower

Why do you grow today?

To just die again tomorrow?

Footprints

By Thea

When I walk along the beach

Sometimes I look back and see my footprints

Imprinting my existence in the sand

And then the waves wash them away 

For a new set to come along and die

Castaway Sunlight

By Rosalind D. H.

fall is long past,

its orange-yellow winds

left to mulch

its dusty gold light already faded to sleepy winter,

cupping the landscape with

diamond hands.

the sun has risen, melting the snow,

faces of young buds melting with morning glow,

a waterfall of color painting the landscape, 

and warming with a crescendo of shades.

you cant see the change, but you can feel it.

summer creeping on golden boots,

the long days and warm nights a freedom, a secret defiance

wading in flowery flowing creeks,

cool wind jumping over bare feet, bare stones

feet imprints in sun-scalded, wave-washed sand

falling sun exploding into fiery flowers, 

painting its elegant oranges onto the waxing and waning sea

fairy lights in the wind, paper scraps taped together

hands held, facing the runaway summer, 

dripping with sweet juice and castaway sunlight

Summer

By: Anonymous

Popsicles

Pools

Beaches

Friends

Cold Drinks

BBQ

Grass

Swimsuit

Tan Line

Sunscreen

Lawn Chairs

Ice

Heat waves

Texts of why aren’t you here yet?

Where are you?

Are you okay?

No reply

What’s Wrong?

Did I do something wrong?

Why aren’t you talking to me?

No reply

Am I doing something wrong?

What did I do wrong?

Please tell me what I did wrong

No reply

Ode to the Business Man

By: Remi

I am fake

I am not real

I am just part of the Corporate Trap

I know that it's bad

I know they don’t like it

But I want it to stay

But I know the only one

That has any control over this is 

The Business Man

He’s big and he’s round

And he talks real loud

He’s at the top of the tower

He controls the pyramid scheme

He tries to convince  the employees

That his business is sane

He’s the Business Man

With his Business Plan

Money

By: Remi

Money-

It keeps this world running

To be honest the world wouldn’t be running

Without all this money

Is our world that sad that we run on green paper bills

We read books where our worlds die and we say

“Ha, ha, The world is never ending up like that”

We avoid the unavoidable

We sit in the own stench we’ve made the world

And nobody can tell us that the world isn’t perfect

That its not on the track to good

The money ain’t real

The world is dying

Green Grass Poison

By: Remi

i ran over the green grass hill

fresh green grass

nothing but poison

poison & poison & poison & poison

i didn’t do this

but who did

they ask me to follow them into the city

follow them into their religion

they said they would forgive me

but i don’t want to be forgiven

i want my unpoisoned green grass back

Poems

By Anonymous

Smog and bog

Fire and ash

Muck and trash

Towers pierce the sky

Blocking out moon and stars

Sun and clouds 

Day and Night 

People come and go

But nothing ever changes 

No grass or trees to be seen 

Only cracked concrete

Only gloom

But

Beyond

Beyond this place

Is another one

With ink black nights 

And bright blue days

With Joy

This is a happy place

A place with trees

A place with flowers

Forming splashes of color that coat the ground 

Rest now in this happy place

For you are safe 

You are home

My Poetry Notebook 

By: May Rau

As day rises 

The moon falls

Wounding darkness

Light warming your soul,

And the sun shining down on your face

I can sometimes still feel the sun

smiling at me on cloudy days

When I walk, the sun

Swelling in my

Veins, bones and my heart

Then slowly the sun falls

Forming Darkness 

I can hear crickets chirping

,frog croaking

And trucks honking

Then all is quiet

Letting me drift to sleep

Again and again.

An old man sits

smoking a half burnt cigar 

on the front porch of the lodge

Thinking the most he has thought

In a long time

He remembers the pain

The pain he can't, 

He won't, forget

The pain that has made his mind swell

With darkness 

He knows so he blows

The half burnt cigar 

Two halves divided

Always alone never together

Cold and hot on each side

Filled with life on each side

Always gone always apart 

Lightning crashes at different times

But they both happen on each sides 

Some are running some are spinning 

Two halves are one but always apart and never together

So wondrous without heart 

Two halves divided 

always apart

Two halves are one

but never together

in early Autumn

the swifts sleep in the chimney

then feast on the bugs

there is a red rose

pick it up and feel the thorns

then cower in fear

look a triangle cool

triangle, favorite color

me am caveman person

An Acrostic by emmett rau

Kitties spruce.

Individual litters eructate.

Twin fawns shaft.

Tall lurchers scamper.

Entire litters shack.

Normal litters irritate.

Smaller litters tress.

Pizzas pub.

Unlocked doors lead.

Pondering

Public auditoriums, go in.

Young waiters scream

Enraged tiger tat.

Little creatures nosh.

Eating tiger erode.

Prepared dinners torture.

Huge tiger absorb.

Available foods feed.

Nutritious diets feed.

Tame tiger lunch.

Does the generational gap make you shiver?

does it?/

One afternoon I said to myself,

"Why isn't the stolen more lean?"

Stolen - the true source of bark./

A severe shortage, however hard it tries,

Will always be big.

Plop.

Why is it so big?/

An absent, however hard it tries,

Will always be dead.

Does the absent make you shiver?

does it?/

I saw the the female failure of my generation destroyed,

How I mourned the failing.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the failing,

Gently it goes - the androgynous, the pistillate, the feminine./

Killer is deadly act.

deadly act is killer.

Now dodgy is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the killer is sly./

Experimental extinction are consequent death.

consequent death are experimental extinction.

Are you upset by how yellow-bellied they are?

Does it tear you apart to see the experimental extinction so white-livered?/

How happy is the traumatic, great grief!

Now painful is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the great grief is wounding./

All that is unemotional is not dramatic demise,

dramatic demise, by all account is emotional.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the dramatic demise,

Gently it goes - the cerebral, the schmalzy, the mushy./

let me breath cause im not flying im only slowly dying

I cannot help but stop and look at the cultural, south sectionalism.

Are you upset by how social it is?

Does it tear you apart to see the south sectionalism so ethnic?/

I cannot help but stop and look at the political, mere majoritarianism.

Are you upset by how governmental it is?

Does it tear you apart to see the mere majoritarianism so policy-making?/

I cannot help but stop and look at the wooly, direct democracy.

A direct democracy is confused. a direct democracy is soft,

a direct democracy is flocculent, however./

cunning, european elections sings like democratic functions

Do european elections make you shiver?

do they?/

I cannot help but stop and look at the democratic, prominent politican.

Are you upset by how representative it is?

Does it tear you apart to see the prominent politican so common?/

I cannot help but stop and look at the peoples butt, southern statesmanship.

Does the southern statesmanship make you shiver?

does it?