Drifting on a river through the trees, memories surround me,Questions about reality confound me, the breeze kisses meLightly, I never knew such bliss, the only thing that bothersMe is that this beauty is fleeting, this happiness temporary,All the more precious because of the demons that hauntMe, floating on a current of calm that once was … Continue reading Happy: Cassandra Kulay
Category: Poets
Whisper: Robert St. Germain
A roar becomes a whisperwhen we let go of the past.Some tings die so fast,while other things last.A meteor can fall to the earth,yet it crumbles in the atmosphere.And it is only a mere rock when it gets near.Our courage can protect us from going too insane.And fate may find a way to take away … Continue reading Whisper: Robert St. Germain
Magical Ignorance: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love In fine nightThe root rotsRelief from release is rentedTomorrow is the same as yesterdaySo let’s screw people over, done and onePeking duckCalcium, so let’s kidney stoneChildren condemned by obvious useFeeling loved, surrounded by contemptKindness withheld because of the power of your charmsYou can’t trust yourselfEverywhere you go … Continue reading Magical Ignorance: James Adamson
Quantum Signature: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love It’s JulyA small yellow leaf fellSometimes looking at nature is a feeling of communicationEverything hangs in the airEven my smile seems a spiritThe curtain of green gives wayYet the ocean and lakes are at my finger tipsBehind me is an audience sharing my viewThey include the back … Continue reading Quantum Signature: James Adamson
What’s Done: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love Children these daysThere is always a layer of snow on the fenceAnd icicles hanging in reachBut it can only happen once, then wait for the next snowfallA cut arm, what, sutures?What gauze and a bandage?Sanitizer and painkillers?I watched the sun set out my living room window yesterdayI … Continue reading What’s Done: James Adamson
Waking Dream: Cassandra Kulay
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
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
Screaming at the Sky: Robert St. Germain
Here I am screaming at the sky,trying to get it all outside.I am throwing stones into the sun.I am doing it more than just for fun.I am looking at the face in the mirror.Now I can see the pain and the fear.I am fighting shadows on the wall.I now that I will take a fall.I … Continue reading Screaming at the Sky: Robert St. Germain
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
