“Others have seen what is and asked why.
I have seen what could be and asked why not.”
Somniloquous window of my room
goes up to the zenith
of the frosted cloud.
My exiled door hangs like a cliff.
your face is hanging
on the cob-web of your city.
In that vertigo
husks of your presence
burn and fly
around my desire.
- Bhargab Chatterjee
(1 poem added 10.31.14)
editor’s note: Sweet satiation from a babbling sexomniac. - mh
Kicking Super Hero
From where l live
I see a silly monster
Trying to tiptoe and dive
At you as if it`s a star
Quickly I move in and check
Then like a superhero
I aim and really kick
It into a screaming zero!
- Ndaba Sibanda
editor’s note: It's been 0 days since we had a silly monster dive star incident. Keep society safe and kickin'! - mh
Arty Artichoke Heart
The cub wolf replaced Franckie.
He wanted what?
Wanted that the light emitted from this brain,
from these eyes – other Germanic windows –
passing through the prism prevented shade
from invading his lair: a dusty room
where rats and dogs, and cats and mice, and all rodents,
fleas, bacteria, germs, viruses, all dreadful
parasites born to this world, this decayed
pit, collapse copulating with his junkie friends,
and worried, mournful family.
Hidden corpses under the bed,
the red convertible sofa,
rotting slowly as we had sex.
Sex friends was a ludicrous quest
but how can anyone escape
from absurdity when it is all around us,
blind, deafen, choke us to death,
after lobotomizing, emptying these egg shell skulls,
replacing lutein with albumin,
- Walter Ruhlmann
(1 poem added 10.29.14)
editor’s note: Garden or garbage pit, it's all organic material; recycled in the end. - mh
A barbed wire
A ragged tear
this bloodless vein
- Susan Dale
editor’s note: After the sharp word, silence and an aching hour. - mh
sunrise at the seaside
wrapped by the night
swathed in a shawl of memories
filled with love
I froze on an empty beach
with feet mired in the soft sand
staring into the abyss of the sea I can see how
a soft golden-orange sphere
emerges slowly, and majestically rises
spreads its arms above the horizon
cold night slowly dissolved in deep blue depths
golden rays bring warmth and hope
surfing on the backs of the waves
tenderly stroking the coastal rocks
tearing through pine branches
pouring on the dunes
tickling crumbs of amber and shells
scattering on the beach
enriched by the another dawn
ready for sparring with a new day
I prepare my heart for another lonely night
- C Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
editor’s note: Poet packages daily drudgery in postcard perfection; lonely, but for words. - mh
Of a desolate wind
Wandering an uninhabited
Point of espial, speak.
Tarried on a sanguine view
Many a nocturnal visit
Dream rapt, it left.
Of a thirsty ocean
A swing on a lonely night
Brings it to the point of stars.
Up above the hanging clouds,
Thrill smitten I wake
From my sleep.
- Hem Raj Bastola
(1 poem added 10.26.14)
editor’s note: A dream stoker, sleep taker. Once awake, gone forever. - mh
When vanity became
The powder to her nose,
The thorns of his rose.
Love and hate
Were claws of their hammer,
Until he lost control
And landed in the slammer.
- Hal J. Daniel III
(1 poem added 10.25.14)
editor’s note: Obsessed to be her only nailer; he hammered too far, then met the jailer. - mh