He was reading Bukowski
when I walked into the shop
hardly seemed that kind of guy
huge burly Norwegian that he is
a picture of himself as a Viking
holding a full stein of lager
hanging up on the wall Continue reading
He was reading Bukowski
walls, we raise high
thick smoke in our eyes
fenced by convictions Continue reading
Cowboy Toadster(s) croak
many serenading songs.
Outside my window,
nearest my bed they
clamor, tell jokes.
The moon glimpses, sleepily.
Female frogs they appease. Continue reading
You don’t stop laughing because you grow old..
You grow old because you stop laughing!
how could I measure
with my two inch thread
this yarn of life I adorn Continue reading
Listening to the sound of surf
while standing along the shore
dark gray stones worn smooth
by the untiring labor of the sea
I’ve forgotten where I put my coat
But I don’t need it now
Not with this September sun
Still hot upon my brow Continue reading
With familiar comfort two smiles meet,
As their hearts converse, eyes gaze
You feel their love and security,
Nurtured through years,
Spent together as days
Loneliness breathes down to the core of your soul,
Across watching, this table of two
The dancing candle, that missed wrinkles of life,
Letting love, be all that shined though
Submitted by Siegfried(PostModernBorderline)
The ascending stride
As with justly descending torrents
Aside, aside, aside
Once more or a first
Shall I peak in my stride
With falling tides beside I thirst
Submitted by Debanjan Mitra
Let the silence be my guide,
when in a strike of awe unseen
this beingness will away drive
in a huge surge of unheard pain
& sorrows will be up lit
in the light
of mercy demeaning
that fills your whole
& the striving inside me
away shapes into a river
of dying stream
ruffling whose waters
like failed dream
The path we take is not always easy to tread.
Cobblestone walkways whilst add warmth.
A welcoming atmosphere.
Visually – unsurpassed, quaint, intricate.
Contemplating the post of a dear friend
I felt the pain that was related in word
Reading what others sent as a response
Had me wondering the feelings stirred. Continue reading
life turns by the mile
as lips make a smile
twisted by direction
changes in perception Continue reading
A ray of sunshine moves
slowly across the blue carpet
through a gap in the curtain
Now & then the yellow dog
adjusts himself in his first nap
so the ray rests on his head Continue reading
These cobbled lanes, a thousand years
Where countless souls have trod
This hallowed ground where now I walk
On sparkling dew-clad sod Continue reading
A warm embrace..
Touch of your skin..
Bouquet treasured within.
Touch of your tongue..
Probing my lips – soft nip-lets.
Submitted by Viviene Mae Retumban
she wipes her cheeks,
grabs the paintbrushes,
strikes some streaks,
an empty space that gushes
Submitted by William
He was a warrior and a soldier. He was a man among men
A phrase I never fully understood until I met him
He was also a gentle guy when away from action
I remember being pinned down by enemy fire
He single-handedly took on the enemy and came to my rescue
We all called him “Buddy” because that’s what he was
Poetry challenge: Musette poem.
Submitted by M.R.Jaya prakash Rao
Gives me happiness,
we can see things
the intersection where
we might have turned
the bridge washout where
we decided to turn back
the man on the highway
we could have helped
Such is our yesterday
A map unopened
till tomorrow Continue reading