September, 2020
Aliens Visit
Aliens Visit
by Tamara Turner - Mission Hills, CA
by Tamara Turner - Mission Hills, CA
They are realAmong usVisiting thoseWho recognizeAnd acceptTravelingThrough darknessJust as weNothing soAbnormalExcitableSimpleAbsoluteNot wanting toOpenly exposeGovernment createdEarth’s greatestHoax+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
When in doubt listenSurely I will tell you whenIt is the right time+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Joy of chocolateMelting in the sunTreatable humidity withPolished toes on clipboardsAloe Vera hills eating theLatest cancerous childrenOn airplanes swimmingOut of control along theFine thin glass of communionBraces of gold introductionsCool Asian marker fishKeeping many secretsWashed away by sprinklersSending notes of thanks
Be Still
Be Still
by Tamara Turner - Mission Hills, CA
by Tamara Turner - Mission Hills, CA
When in doubt listenSurely I will tell you whenIt is the right time+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Finally
Finally
by Tamara Turner - Mission Hills, CA
by Tamara Turner - Mission Hills, CA
Joy of chocolateMelting in the sunTreatable humidity withPolished toes on clipboardsAloe Vera hills eating theLatest cancerous childrenOn airplanes swimmingOut of control along theFine thin glass of communionBraces of gold introductionsCool Asian marker fishKeeping many secretsWashed away by sprinklersSending notes of thanks
Eye Test
Eye Test
by John Zedolik - Pittsburgh, PA
by John Zedolik - Pittsburgh, PA
With 2020 vision I can seevirulence and neck-borne violence crisp and as if cut out with a diamondblade that brooks no blurring on any chart or outsidein the clearly dangerous world, razoring the sharp imagesto register on my retina thence to brain that apprehendsand processes all to pass judgment and deem pathologyjust biology but asphyxiation a shade of another color, distinctin the wheel of deeper violation.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Put the orange juice in the glass—not in the cereal bowl. Put the umbrella in the gym bag—not in the mailbox. The milk and mail knowtheir proper drop and pour if you would not interferewith your crossed signalsand ensuing confusion that sometimes directeven everyday tasksto potential pile-ups, miscegenations, and mismatch. If you keep to the proven programthat cycles even sans thought, the square peg will find right angles,its rest in the proper slot.
Right Routine
Right Routine
by John Zedolik - Pittsburgh, PA
Put the orange juice in the glass—not in the cereal bowl. Put the umbrella in the gym bag—not in the mailbox. The milk and mail knowtheir proper drop and pour if you would not interferewith your crossed signalsand ensuing confusion that sometimes directeven everyday tasksto potential pile-ups, miscegenations, and mismatch. If you keep to the proven programthat cycles even sans thought, the square peg will find right angles,its rest in the proper slot. by John Zedolik - Pittsburgh, PA
"GO FLY A KITE"
"GO FLY A KITE"
By TerryLee – San Antonio, TX
By TerryLee – San Antonio, TX
"The 20th Century Sonnet: 3 verses and a chorus." by Milo Rosebud, Editor, LONE STARS Poetry Magazine.Intro:"I call this,
"GO FLY A KITE"By TerryLee – San Antonio, TX On a day, as the like.I venture to go for a ride on my bike.With some old memories, and a roll of twine.Remember that hill we used to climb? To the summit, I ride, then hike.Sticks and paper, to a sail I strike.To work the wind, and tease the sky.Seems a better time, one cannot buy. From Mother Nature's breath I fly,Into the grasp of God's sigh.A revelation of sweet respite,At that rendezvous of LoveWe used to keep at night.Remember that hill we used to climb? So, give your memories wings;And let them fly, fly, fly.Give your memories wings;And fly high, high, high." by TerryLee © circa 1974.from "SONGS UNSUNG" © 2016Presented in SAISD Public Schools 2017-'18"... with a pencil and a piece of string ...""Epitome of Poetic Soliloquy;succinct in description, singular in definition."by Milo Rosebud, Editor, LONE STARS Poetry Magazine.
"GO FLY A KITE"By TerryLee – San Antonio, TX On a day, as the like.I venture to go for a ride on my bike.With some old memories, and a roll of twine.Remember that hill we used to climb? To the summit, I ride, then hike.Sticks and paper, to a sail I strike.To work the wind, and tease the sky.Seems a better time, one cannot buy. From Mother Nature's breath I fly,Into the grasp of God's sigh.A revelation of sweet respite,At that rendezvous of LoveWe used to keep at night.Remember that hill we used to climb? So, give your memories wings;And let them fly, fly, fly.Give your memories wings;And fly high, high, high." by TerryLee © circa 1974.from "SONGS UNSUNG" © 2016Presented in SAISD Public Schools 2017-'18"... with a pencil and a piece of string ...""Epitome of Poetic Soliloquy;succinct in description, singular in definition."by Milo Rosebud, Editor, LONE STARS Poetry Magazine.
Cavern
Cavern
By Michael S. Love – Lake Stevens, WA
By Michael S. Love – Lake Stevens, WA
There is a cavern that slowly goes down.Down, far down but not to the corewhere testing has detected sounds not known of before.A story, you choose whether or not to believe.Some say the government does not want us to knowbut it stirs the imagination, the possibilityof another civilization living below.Maybe the Mayans though way past 2012when life as we know it was supposed to end. Still, maybe they plan to resurface.If so let us hope they do as a friend.I read a series of elves once living below.It has me wonder what life would be like down there.Most certainly not anything like our own way of life.The two could not even begin to compare.I wonder how far this mentioned cavern does go.Imagine walking it and discovering this fantasized place.Would they welcome you or kill you?Have they even been up here?The mind races with possibilities it would wish to embrace.So they say there is this cavern. A story that leaked.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sweetest Kisses
Sweetest Kisses
By Michael S. Love – Lake Stevens, WA
If I kiss you in the morningbefore starting out the dayit is because your kiss ensures methat everything will be okay.Kissing you in the afternoonrejuvenates my soul.I go that extra miletowards reaching whatever goal.I could simply kiss you goodnightwhen at last we are in bedbut I have missed you through the day,let us make sweet love instead.Then let me hold you close to mewhen turning out that light.I will dream of sweetest kissescoming to me every night.By Michael S. Love – Lake Stevens, WA
“ Capricious Destiny ”
“ Capricious Destiny ”
by Linda Amos - York, PA
by Linda Amos - York, PA
My loving youAnd surprisingly; You’re loving me,Has provedAt this perfectMoment-in-timeTo be purelyThe capriciousnessOf destiny.
Inspired by “ the love of my life ”Mr. Ralph Robert “Randy” Amos, deceased. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++“ Damn Straight!” by Linda Amos - York, PA
Excerpted from SCARLET LETTERS © 2011
By the time I reached 60 As no man’s widow, and no other man’s wife;I no longer had to worry or to strive or to care About pleasing anyone in my empty life!
Finally, I can follow my own delayed dreams, Whims or spur-of-the-moment fancies.After all few things in my day make me laugh or smile. Anymore; so when my old dog gets the urgeAt 4 am to stroll to visit the neighborhood telephone pole
There is no one left to object, to chastise me, or to exclaim – “Girl, you’re not going outside in that! ”As I silently shut-the-door and step outside Scantily clad in a tiny sexy old nightyCause its 91 degrees in PA in July at midnight.
Damn straight! Being 3 times 7 brings forth Certain opportunities & liberties.My bills are paid by me – and I am fancy free. Common sense, be damned! Damn straight I am!
Inspired by “ Thumper.”
Inspired by “ the love of my life ”Mr. Ralph Robert “Randy” Amos, deceased. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++“ Damn Straight!” by Linda Amos - York, PA
Excerpted from SCARLET LETTERS © 2011
By the time I reached 60 As no man’s widow, and no other man’s wife;I no longer had to worry or to strive or to care About pleasing anyone in my empty life!
Finally, I can follow my own delayed dreams, Whims or spur-of-the-moment fancies.After all few things in my day make me laugh or smile. Anymore; so when my old dog gets the urgeAt 4 am to stroll to visit the neighborhood telephone pole
There is no one left to object, to chastise me, or to exclaim – “Girl, you’re not going outside in that! ”As I silently shut-the-door and step outside Scantily clad in a tiny sexy old nightyCause its 91 degrees in PA in July at midnight.
Damn straight! Being 3 times 7 brings forth Certain opportunities & liberties.My bills are paid by me – and I am fancy free. Common sense, be damned! Damn straight I am!
Inspired by “ Thumper.”