By Laura Ditto I’m sure you must have heard of many cowboy men— Billy the Kid and Buffalo Bill— but this ain’t about all them. See, I doubt you know that among the plains, a mighty girl once roamed with skill about the reins. In fiesty herds of cattle she always stood her ground and fired a blazing pistol with a deafening sound. Yes, it is she— who rangers never slew— the fearsome, frightening, fighting: the Mighty Wrangler Sue. They say she could mend clothes, while riding cross the range, yodeling into the night so folks all called her strange. She liked to walk in trousers, and…
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Love
By Kenneth A Hughes It’s wave after crashing wave Over the walls and spreading wetting Filling every space and bursting past Rippling with vibrations Pulsating emanating generating pumping out Overwhelming all encompassing Reverberating releasing relays Splashing forth and ever present Nothing but this is important to remember Always will and will be Captivated appreciated celebrated Flowing edges onward pouring Steadily gaining maintaining the volume Breathe it in and breathe it out It’s all we are and all we need As is the way of the stars Grow like a flower Share this Love Love eternally Love
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Cutting your tongue on the words you speak
By Kenneth A. Hughes Walking through the values you entered unto the world/ Fraught with nought nary a faerie, “Not Fair He!” These globs of stops are concluding a protruding confusing intrusive elusive notion current on the currents in motion on the Bering Sea portion of the Pacific Ocean/ Land meets man, meats man & plans stands for days in ways that’s it’s laid out like gout, stout as a shout/ This gory “Glory & hallelujah” in collusion to Illusion; losing to a lost paradise parable parked between antiquated ideas flayed and displayed in an intricate array The main rage on the stage is parading cascading triumvirate hues/ Stoned and…
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The Poets & The Muses Too
By Laura Ditto I’m chased into a waltz by Whitman, while Wilde hounds my head. Their words live on in memory, even when they are long dead. As I sit in stupor, and writing wracks my brain, I remember those who came before, and begin to feel quite sane. Sappho taught me how to love, Poe showed me my grief, Service gifted nature, and they all gave me relief. I live by words unspoken and leave my own to pages. Perhaps if someone finds them, they too will live for ages. If Homer told traditions, and Shakespeare defined play, then words create beginnings that never shall decay. …
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Snow Poem
By Pansy Alakayak Thank you snow, evolving is your presence, You and Mother Earth – what an essence. Snowflake and Snowshoe, wholly and true Hoarfrost on elders heads, oh yes they grew. Ancient dog musher and snowmachines too, What would they do without you! Climate change ravage, affecting all of you. Please don’t leave us, forever be true! Snow forever, you are pure and white. Please continue to come in your time. You are amazing and beautiful, In your everlasting time.
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Ceiling Spiders
By Miles Dennis I crushed my fingers stacking wood. Cut my fingers on parking-lot glass. Broken arms, been snapped by ropes, and burned by countless careless touches of the stove. I cursed and cried each as I waited for them to fade. It is different now, I can’t find it now. It is everywhere, except when I look for it, when it is nowhere. The half-dead trees outside are wrong, they won’t bear leaves this spring. The half-melted streets are wrong too, they will never melt out, and I think it’s inside somewhere. I can’t find it. The East is wrong too, the sun won’t come up in the morning.…
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I Am the Villain, and I Will Never Win
By Jordan Hales I am the villain, and I will never win. My words are laced with venom. My ambition stings. I am never wrong, nor am I right. Vanity is worn on my iron sleeve. Viridian is my color. Black is my heart. Silver are the swords that stay at my side. I am the villain, and when you fall, I triumph. I taunt. I tear. I am only a reflection. I burn, you blunder. Betrayal is a given—by you, by me. I will love you. I will leave you, and you will watch me walk away. The ground burns in my footprints. Power blazes within me, but not…
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Transformation of Self
By Kenneth A Hughes Show me, show me what you see A scared little boy in a circle of uncertainty Whispers in the dark trees unknown He comes in to surrender, Alone Lies and sin fall from his lips The boulder he carries falls and splits Suffering and hell he sees Promises of Growth gossips the trees His head is full of confusion and doubt He’s cold when the stars and fire Go out Blazing high in the sky Sun ray falls Mercy from the sand he cries he calls Like all things in life this too shall end With the rain his soul begins to mend Gratitude washes over…
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Remember your meds. Remember you’re on meds.
By Margo Gillis Good morning my dear, how do you feel Be cautious with your thoughts, they’re rarely real Please remember to take your meds before you start to wane I promise they’ll do their best to keep you sane But when you’ve made it through, be patient with your brain Please remember you’re on meds, your thoughts may refrain From making any sense, due to the chemical imbalance Oh, and don’t forget, when you chide yourself for being numb Remind yourself of the time you nearly bit off your thumb Trying to pull your mind away from the war raging inside By forcing your body to set its survival…
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My Hidden Love
By Colleen Bayas When I’m exhausted and worn out, you share your strength My love for you jumps over the fence. When my life seems to be in chaos, you share your peace My love for you never decreased. When everyone seems to be my enemy, you are my friend My love for you has no end. When I’m lost and confused, you are my guide My love for you is strong inside. I must have gotten it from you the way love is Whenever you don’t show affection, I can feel it. It must have been the old ways that restricted us From letting our feelings turn into words.…