The cemeteries are filled
with lives unlived
the stones with carvings forgotten
The vessels lay
in boxes decayed
in garments thoroughly rotten
If God would grant the corpse
what do you think it would be?
To rise on bony elbows
on flowers and beauty unseen?
Or would it be
to return one day
to that moment sin first conceived
the lie, the look,
the deceitful grin
so that it might be retrieved?
The scales that block
the beauty of life
often are never shed
They rest on eyes
that never see
the blindness of the living dead
© 2010 Don Odom
in between rows,
full of June,
I see you.
This is the
way it is
Wrap around stars.
Keep coming morning sun.
Keep coming morning star.
We pick ripened
berries in heat.
You eclipse me,
you are faster.
Take me home.
I’m in this forever.
I’ve eaten luscious
© 2012 Kate McNairy
Ebb and Flow
Let it ebb, let it flow,
Tide recedes until twilight pokes holes,
Swim the eternal sea bled by faith,
All that is left is simply to be,
All that remains is,
To see you as you are
Stand quietly in wonder,
Until the dawn obscures faces once more.
Swirl and Flush
Swirl it, Flush it,
Drain it, as box cutter slashes through
Elvis on Velvet, soft, like money in the bank, baby
Stripped naked down to the
Gawk and gasp,
All access pass, exit stage left
House lights come up full.
C Rossi Canyon
BEYOND YET ABOUNDING
oh what kind of glory of endearment,
life never does exist within and without,
wishes seems to soar beyond abounding,
haste sparkles like dew fed gold of dawn.
dream when divine runs into space less,
beneath and beyond time is still timeless,
by renewed joy heart spruces up onto kiss,
warmth rejoices in room of reeling ecstasy.
wounds of love inflicts upon hale of fascination,
bounty of beauty sloshes onto edge of longing,
instinct impulses to wake green swooned lone,
quest permeates rainbow of embedded colors..
art of elation lies in way of seeing object afar,
reflex is simply arcade of emitted gloss,
manifestation of image is arcane walk onshore,
oh queen of kingdom let me hold beauty to behold
© 2012 Dr. Subhendu Kar
Does the water know the winds caress?
Melancholy hearts flutter with unrequited care,
Should she fly, should she stay?
Should she lay, beneath this tree and dream,
Of places no one knows, of people no one sees?
Visions climb and mountains hold out rolling hills
In tender compromise
The land calls longing to enfold her in wild rambling woods,
She is ready to depart this place
© C Rossi-Kenyon March 29, 2012
heads bowed like so many
cattle funneled to the
we stand firmly and
admiring the depths
of the muddy ditch,
blind to the pastoral plains
gracing either side
an imaginary destiny
and inevitable fall
of a final miserable curtain that only
cruel fate and laughing minstrel Gods
could have bequeathed,
it finally hits us
Ah, to hell with it
It’s time for a drink
© 2012 Avram Ohm