featured in the poetry forum January 28, 2019  :: 0 comments

I wish it was
the magic mantra of childhood
where all dreams were possible
just by fervent desire

wishing it was so
could realize our fondest visions
knowing that we could
make it so

soon enough we learn
the innocence of childhood
is but a fantasy

but once in a while
it would be nice
if it were so

editors note:

Why not more than once in a while? If wishes were fishes… – mh clay

birth of love

featured in the poetry forum June 17, 2018  :: 0 comments

floating in the roaring river of life
we are minute specks
slightly different from the others

until we notice one dot
suddenly unique
from all the rest

compelling us to separate
from the multitudes
join this unique life form

that my friends
is the birth of

for those who are so blessed

editors note:

It’s molecular. We combine to make compounds, unique in the stew of life. – mh clay

new questions

featured in the poetry forum January 22, 2018  :: 0 comments

our eyes are windows on life
filtering all we encounter

a youngster whips perilously close on his scooter…
is he a nasty child
or just thoughtless?

a large dog barks loudly…
is he ferocious
or just playful?

a woman holds her infant…
is she hugging her child
or checking the baby’s diaper?

a pigeon dive-bombs me…
is he vengeful
or just being a bird?

that adorable little dog…
has just urinated in the elevator
was it an accident
or a neglectful owner?

editors note:

Would our answers be new if we didn’t take the questions personally? – mh clay

healing sun

featured in the poetry forum August 2, 2017  :: 0 comments

the moon is growing sad and listless as it sickens
traversing the sky radiating vomit
a very sick satellite

the sun, great mother force tries to heal the rift
with its powerful rays to overcome the negativity
generated earlier

so far the sun is in ascendance
BUT beware

the moon is secretly gaining strength
may become a worthy contender
in this battle for the life of our planet

we must gear up for the battle ahead
our lives and those of our families are on the line

editors note:

Metaphor, myth or maybe; something’s going down. – mh clay

days of our life

featured in the poetry forum April 10, 2017  :: 0 comments

as one who has been blessed with years
let me admonish you not to waste
your precious time trying
to change people’s minds

showing them the truth
on a political matter
is a thankless task
devolving into hectoring
loss of friendship

the days spent lecturing
are a fruitless expenditure of time
that could otherwise be spent
in the pursuit of happiness
…and love

our days on earth are numbered
spend them profitably
you won’t get a second chance

editors note:

Nuff said. – mh clay

A cloud

featured in the poetry forum January 5, 2016  :: 0 comments

I dreamed upon a cloud
A floating plush cocoon
Of cottony softness
Gently wafting forward

Above the strife below
Beyond the cacophony
Of daily contentiousness
Just peaceful contemplation

Here shall I end my days
In serene tranquility
Where peacefulness and
Quietude reign supreme

I think….I think….
Unless total boredom
Drives me utterly insane
Compelling my return to earth

editors note:

Monotonous millenia strumming harps. More fun to mess with humans; check your halos at the door. (We welcome Milt to the ranks of our Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

Chapmans Lake

April 17, 2015  :: 0 comments

Uncle Nat was definitely my favorite uncle. He was my mother’s younger brother and lived in Scranton, Pennsylvania with his wife, Sadie, and their two daughters, Lillian and Dorothy. Dorothy, the younger girl was just one year my junior and we were great friends for years. Uncle Nat, born Hershel Newtah Jochnewitz, Americanized his name to Nathan Young while still …


March 29, 2015  :: 0 comments

Never thought I’d live to see
My own Octo-gen-er-ity
The daily complement of pills
Have staunched so many ills

I am the first in my line
To reach this magic time
As I stand to face
The finish of the race

Each day I go anew
To confront life’s brew
Of ache and tired muscle
Amid our diurnal bustle

I take my quotidian stand
A toast to Medicine Grand
For a long and healthy life
Buttressed by my loving wife

editors note:

Better living, longevity and love – through chemistry. Viva, Milt! – mh clay


September 24, 2014  :: 0 comments

nature has endowed us with genes
to pass on mutations that helped us
evolve from primitive hominoids
to our present-day form and
on to an unbelievable future

in early childhood we learn to compete
to study to enable us to better ourselves
compete with our peers
surpass them in life’s battle

survival of the fittest
has worked on this world
for several billion years
and will continue into
the foreseeable future

when we shall finally learn
if we are alone
in this expanding universe

barring an eccentric asteroid

editors note:

For those who do or don’t get evolved, it’s aliens or a great big rock. – mh