by Jamaille Austin I had a self-actualization precognition of prestigious amore in the dawn early morning light As I vehemently recollected egocentric cohesive without meditative intuitive contrite I reminisced introverted theoretical monologue referencing ethical wrongs or upright As I relinquished a ravishing sociological companion daunting temerarious strife I envisaged underneath pseudo arena electricity bulbs our gallant alliance transcending Triumphing above nefarious artesian obstacles blockading the corridors of unorthodox haymaker mending This southpaw fisticuff stance zealot conversed with the governing orchestrator of omnipotent assimilating As unfortuitive tragedies tarnished aspirations of idyll modern day folklore persevering I contemplated a savagery hierarchy tier of eloquent competitive brutality majestically ascending Aligning with mesmerizing nocturnal…
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Falling a Little in Love with a Lot of People
by Zoe May Today I fell a little in love. Today I looked someone in the eyes, we laughed and I felt myself fall in love. I watched someone make a foolish joke and I fell in love. I was having a hard day and someone hugged me tight and I fell in love. Someone waiting outside the door for you to come out, a silly face put on simply to make someone smile, it all made me fall just a little in love. I fall for the sky, I fall for the stars, for a toddler staring in awe at the world around them, I fall for it all.…
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Flammable Seoul Delicacy
by Jamaille Austin Stove Top Marinade Barbeque and Kalbi Dishes Inspire Cerebrospinal Deluge Consciousness Canoes Sutbol Tenebrous Sulpher Ventricles and Molar Avenues
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A Collection of Poems
by Caroline Oakley _____ Today, it is as if I’ve entered A new gallery of your life ** Remembering your art Through a new perspective. _____ Listen Softly ** move with ease calls out the breeze ** and please please stop trying to appease _____ Release ** find the Language of your Journey walk with the seasons patiently things will always resolve beyond the limits of time. _____ Connection ** Could it be that we drink of the same water, trees and humans formed of the same hummus? ** Do we then each contain The Tree of Life with our hearts? ** We toil and till through the many layers…
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Pecans
by Gregg Oakley ** Between the soil, tree and wind, I have been given a job to do. No one else seems interested As I walk around in the street, Picking up only what I’ve been given. ** A boisterous wind blew and blew, Just like a young boy shaking the tree Down come the pecans. ** We have been given the earth And the earth provides for us, A perpetual feast.
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Elders
by Gregg Oakley ** I will be saddened As I grow older, Not because of my age, But because my elders, Will be less of my elders. ** Who will I look to For wisdom and guidance? Who will advise me With words of experience? ** Not knowledge, Not information, But lived wisdom. ** I will be saddened when my elders Become less of My elders.
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How a Man Feels a Woman
By Allen Ginnett I can feel them, Like they can feel me. All so beautiful, so sensitive. Glossy eyed, full of thoughts And ideas, that I, a man Would never think of. They are everything, We are not, And vice versa. To some they are vice, So very nice… I’m numb to your eyes, I cry. She’s beautiful. When she’s mean, she’s means And when she’s lean, she leans. She cares so much more Then I’ll ever know. She’s scared, I wonder… Will I ever grow? And to think, Like a clock… Another second, minute, hour, They all pass by. The closer you are, The more my mind…
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Peace is…
by Natasha Webster ** The poem provided below is from my first (to be self-published) book, Finding Her Voice. ** Peace is… Quiet in the storm Hope in darkness Calm in the chaos Action in right timing Mindfulness in confusion Ease in difficulties Flow in the current Surrender in war Trust in uncertainty Love in anger Humility in adversity Connection in spirit Strength in weakness
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Elevation Fixation
by Jamaille Austin Narrative Poetry I just had… An Elegy of Opportunity- Geological permafrost tundra- Dreamlike rapid eye movement slumber- Cognitive plateau summit of umbra- Post meridiem- Reality of psychoanalysis night scare… I am hunted by… An inescapable cardinal point aurora- Near Catastrophic Pneumonia- Anti-monetary note eudaimonia- Viridian ink portrait mirage of horror- Ante Meridiem- Currency maze conundrum of despair… Beware! A heroic extrovert of pilgrimage- Aspiring Carpe Diem behavior- Inspiring ambitious trade laborer- Oxymoron news advertisement courier- Displaying opportunities of mirage; Ebony and ivory camouflaged- Template transmogrified- Into an lighter inflamed masterpiece; Rest in Pieces… Faulty citywide press printed- Frivolous yet influential- Proletariat monumental- Educational riddled collage; Agggggh… Pity…
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One Hundred Thousand Chevy Tahoes
By Allen Ginnett If you were to ask me to describe Anchorage, Alaska in one sentence, with no hesitation I would respond, “Imagine a hundred thousand Chevy Tahoes.” To put it perspective, take away all preconceived notions of Alaska and imagine a transparent box of metal and glass with no blind spot vision. Combine these elements with a dolly and I can take any car I want. This is power in the black market of bartering off the internet; that’s just an example. The Tahoe is an asset, an advantage, a tool to live life to the fullest in a extreme climate like Alaska. Today I’m located in the most…