featured in the poetry forum March 27, 2015  :: 0 comments

An orange jumpsuit
Fiendish rogues
Stung by zeal
White-hot iron
In measured
doses of pain
I hang off a rock
In a storm of stardust
My soul clings
To desert winds
No smokes
For fifty years
I crave a cigarette
Red lights flash
A siren blasts
Fingers bleed
Teeth fall out
My tongue
has disappeared
I gasp for breath
My headless body
no longer belongs to me
I’m a pebble
Kicked down a road

– Milton P. Ehrlich

editors note:

A sorry plight; cravings addressed with a kick in the teeth and roll on the road. – mh

The Tear on the Cheek

featured in the poetry forum March 26, 2015  :: 0 comments

There it goes,
There it overflows,
There it wanders

In a swift feather-like manner
When wind blows
Running thither

As if to be forgotten
To be the dew
Inside a book bitterly written

To moan in silence
To hurt to torn
To be doomed to an everlasting mutiny

– Ilhem Issaoui

editors note:

Write the book sweetly; squeeze that tear from joy, instead. Write sweetly! – mh clay

Tumbling Tides

featured in the poetry forum March 20, 2015  :: 0 comments

The ocean waves,
consistent, slow,
as your dark eyes
slide down a-wash.
They touch me now,
they spin my stars,
I go from child
to woman’s roll
like running tides
becoming fluid.
From warm to hot,
a racing sea.

– Barbara Franzen

editors note:

Erotic riptide roilings; bubbling bumptious boilings. Love going to the beach! – mh


featured in the poetry forum March 15, 2015  :: 0 comments

I was born to a man
Who knew no limitations
And sacrificed himself
To the god within.

Confident what was here
Always would be,
He engraved family names
On anything

As rightful heir
To this immortality,
I blew the ashes
From my hand.

His death
Will include his heaven
And we—
His children—
Will burn
The throne.

– Jerry Moffitt

editors note:

The better legacy is statue toppled for human remainder. – mh

Wall Rhapsody

featured in the poetry forum March 11, 2015  :: 0 comments

These walls our elders built
on hills of root and clay;
the piles mute where
watch towers wait
for consonance in light.

A tune ruminates inside,
uncanny in the cavities.
First the fossil bleed
breathes the stain back
to whitewashed whispers;

the cattleshed rattles,
bolted to the well and
a draught in the rain song
roams the drop down to
silence, waterlocked

a spell, till stone traps
it in holes again and a
low call sucks the ruin,
the crow stalks. A rumour
in the wall calls to war

now measured with its beak,
to fingers dancing darkly
on the ivory, the strain
in piano keys an officer
scales, beating vowels

of desolate air, vocals
crowding loudly to exile
from corners and crescendos
a shadow flares, entomb
the final note fall.

He lies in waxing smoke,
his tunic lead on open sky,
his rifle pointed to the night,
melody « in memorium »,
in minor

and the awful quiet.

– Blaithin

editors note:

A city sings in silence. The sentinel stands guard. – mh


featured in the poetry forum March 6, 2015  :: 0 comments

I had it in hand in my bath,
right here, the soap, the truth,
but then it escaped me, no reason.

This happens, I calm myself, be reason-
able. Lie back. When your bath
involves a search for truth,

it’s a slippery soap grope. In truth
everyone now and then takes a bath
in the marketplace tub of reason.

Truly, with reason. Bathing next, grasp this.

– Richard Swanson

editors note:

Taken to the cleaners as the market gets filthy rich – this makes us wise. Selah. – mh


featured in the poetry forum March 5, 2015  :: 0 comments

Heart weeps in tribal beats
One earth, thousand worlds

A wise mind covered in moss
Shaman drowned in drug fit sleep

Sold from hair to nails,
Lack of DNA in our wires

We build fires, rain down like knives
Yet eyes so mild, promise stars

A realm of injustice, slaves and mirrors
Free will, past lingers

One dreamer, thousand ways
Eyes so wild burn with a blaze

Tear off the stolen skin, rise the drummer… rise
Run off into the forest, just run… run away

Save what’s seen before your eyes
… save yourself

– Elina Alksnite

editors note:

Yes, save yourselves; bring down the run and carry the one! – mh


featured in the poetry forum February 24, 2015  :: 0 comments

Shed a tear
Over you
couldn’t figure
Mine I heard
Was said
where the heart
Would lie
Could I feel
Cheek crawling tears
For a moment
Who knew
I too
Were human
God knows
I fell
In love

– Mahabba Alhaushabi

editors note:

Irony in romance; absence makes the heart grow empty. – mh

The Nocturnal Habits of Rocks

featured in the poetry forum February 22, 2015  :: 0 comments

If rocks are
nocturnal creatures,
as I suspect,
wouldn’t I have seen
them drag-rolling
down the strip?
Or spray painting
new faces
on their cousin
the brick?
Or launching themselves
through plate glass windows
after having had
too much to drink?
Or peeing
in mailboxes,
yelling out,
“Special Delivery!” ?

So, having witnessed
none of this,
I can only assume that
they’re too slick
for us humans
to view their
night time habits,
just like screaming trees.

– Scott Wozniak

editors note:

I have seen a stone’s throw, but that was in broad daylight. – mh