When I dream wide awake,Visions pass before my eyes.Confusion, while waiting for sun rise.Nightmares from the past,Make me toss and turn;From them I can’t wake.Can’t get away from the lingering threat.Can’t shake that sense of dread.Fear nags at me, as I go about my day.Sometimes it seems like nothing can make them go away.Everything passes … Continue reading Waking Dream: Cassandra Kulay
Category: poetry
The Fray: Robert St. Germain
I am battle weary, fresh from the fray.But now I will live another day.I have fought this war almost to the death.Now I can take another breath.I am starting to get back on my feet.Right now I am still a little weak.I am bloody and bruised and still in some pain.But now I feel some … Continue reading The Fray: Robert St. Germain
Another Day: Robert St. Germain
Another day another dollar.Some people yell and some people holler.Buses pass by and cars drive around.There is so much action and so much sound.The cops patrol, and the street preachers preach.Some of us learn and some of us teach.Paramedics pick people off the streets.It goes on and on every week.Some of us run from the … Continue reading Another Day: Robert St. Germain
Word: Cassandra Kulay
Before leaving, we paused that evening, to appreciate the moonrise onthat summer night. Outside is a dystopian city, full of danger, crimeand half-burned buildings but tonight the peace is tangible and theworld seems to be something we can handle, a world of darkness,our spirits only a flickering candle, not enough to drive back thethreat but … Continue reading Word: Cassandra Kulay
Homeless: Cassandra Kulay
Broke and broken, it is hard to see our shared humanity,to understand how you have fallen so low while we wereall grabbing at that brass ring and grasped it for a whileto varying degrees. The life ahead of you is hard to see,painful to contemplate at length, will you be sleeping ona sidewalk tonight? You … Continue reading Homeless: Cassandra Kulay
The Subtle Undertow: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth with LoveA birthday poemJames Adamson I can feel subtle that makes me extremeAs if it were working for meI let it take me out further and I swim with itThen I can find its power to be released from itIt’s just something I needTo know it’s thereSo I can … Continue reading The Subtle Undertow: James Adamson
Nighttime Surprise: Marjolaine Brodeur
No pleasanter could have been given me in the middle of the night than the appearance of three stars visible in the night sky; one in the South and two in the East. After months of only seeing the moon, to see this spectacle brought a measure of joy to my heart. Though modernity had … Continue reading Nighttime Surprise: Marjolaine Brodeur
Winter: Marjolaine Brodeur
Looking at the way the fog and rime made the area where seems attractive filled me with wonder. Then, later that afternoon as the sun made its way towards evening, the sky was tinged in pink with the noon providing light instead of the day’s sun. I wished so much to be able to take … Continue reading Winter: Marjolaine Brodeur
De-stressing Society: Richard Bartos
The key to the stress-less societyis to be found in the progressivenessof the conditioning in best qualitywhich is that of increasing basic goodness.And with the increase of the secondthere will be a decrease in the oppositesituation so Samsaric and not fecundthat the happiness and wisdom is a banquetthat with destressing grows and soon growsto melt … Continue reading De-stressing Society: Richard Bartos
The Winds Blow: Richard Edwards
The winds blow,they carry us to worldsthat are there. We know of peace,we have dreamt of peace,yet mankind prepares for war. How I wish we understood the worth of peace.In the sixties there were roits in regards to the Viet nammake love not war. It is senseless,we pay so much moreunless we have learned the … Continue reading The Winds Blow: Richard Edwards
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