All poets think about this, and, of course, each has their own interpretation. It's fun to write. It gives me meaning. For a plumber, that gives him meaning. Anything that we find that is fun to do. Choose beef bouillon cubes to add to beef stock, of soup bones, and suddenly you've got flavor. Choose … Continue reading Meaning of Life: Jo-Anne Paley
Forge Ahead: Robert St.Germain
Now I must forge ahead. It’s too late to turn back. I have to make the best of this life I’ve chosen. Come sun or snow, or heaven or hell below. I can’t be what people tell me to be. All I can do is be myself and live free. Whether I am right, or … Continue reading Forge Ahead: Robert St.Germain
Version One: Despair: Jason Cheung
I am the Depression that lurks in your mind The mind of the timid and the weak My tactics are simple: I coexist with your other parts literally In fact, harmony and peace in some instances until I decide to wreak havoc on your days You have been battling me for a good decade and … Continue reading Version One: Despair: Jason Cheung
Hoping to Hope: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love Some people are afraid of things they do not understand Some people invite mystery into their lives Love is all creation and it’s the smallest you can imagine A man lifting a huge boulder A fly going through a pane of glass To look into the … Continue reading Hoping to Hope: James Adamson
The Flame: Elton Plett
We all burn The fire touches us all Deep in the heart Way down in the soul Try as you might The adrenalin sets to flight The craving that turns And the yearnings they spurn That’s the way It seems to me In the end Is what sets us free It’s just a part of … Continue reading The Flame: Elton Plett
Clear: Cassandra Kulay
In the bizzare realm of destabilization Only the heart is clear despite changes, Its beat regular in defiance of all wishes, To be dying of boredom, dying of humiliation, Dying to the point of irregularity, dying of Thwarted ambition, easily, cosily dying of Trepidation, of exhaustion, of despair. To be dead is a stillness the … Continue reading Clear: Cassandra Kulay
The Tour: C.Fay Shlanda
Allow my words to take you on a journey Through some of the dark recesses of my mind A long, rocky trip, not for the faint of heart For the light in there is not easy to find. We begin with the expanding loneliness Standing alone, under a burnt out street light It is scanning … Continue reading The Tour: C.Fay Shlanda
Beauty to be Seen: Stephen Sigurdson
Been on both sides of the fence, even on top looking down, all around, now I am stuck, on the other side is a ruminating negative sound. All I can do is make the best on my side. The grass may not be greener but I am still alive. One day, there will be no … Continue reading Beauty to be Seen: Stephen Sigurdson
Erica Abercrombie: Nick Hart
Our love was a ritual of the land of the skies and beyond… I was a shooting star from a thousand million eons ago and I crash landed inside your heart. You placed my fragile pieces back together and even kissed the pain of the shockwaves away and all I could do was swallow my … Continue reading Erica Abercrombie: Nick Hart
The Workers: Kevin Grummet
They are coming I bolted the door And swallowed the key My heart continued to hammer Beat Beat Beat They push and pull me Toward the combustion furnace My hands blistered I shovelled the coal The blood in my veins flowed Boil Boil Boil I drove to my sterile job I sat at my desk … Continue reading The Workers: Kevin Grummet
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