Posts tagged ‘poem’

September 21, 2020

A Moscow Mitch, The Most Evil Of All Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

MOSCOW-MITCH-Chris-Britt

Moscow Mitch is the one wielding the real power. He is the most dangerous person in America that does not have the nuclear weapons code.

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September 21, 2020

September Sunshine III

by Jem Croucher

2 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

So I’ve not written ’bout the beach
for quite a while it seems
but today is quite appropriate
with all these new sunbeams
For it seemed the summer left us
when August’s evening came
yet now it’s back and shouting
lest we forget its name

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September 21, 2020

HER SMILE ANSWERED

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When
He Whispered
In Her Ear
She Answered With A
Smile

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All Rights Reserved -09-18-2020 – 4:30 a.m.

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September 20, 2020

Reason to sing

by Jem Croucher

1 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

I took a week off
it was a good choice
as there were good things
in which to rejoice

For starters the sunshine
decided to stay
and reboot the summer
in every way

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September 20, 2020

Epiphany

by HemmingPlay

I knew a guy.
Cancer survivor,
but worn down by it
to the lacy bone.
Thin, with a dry look.
Still, a light shone through
his parchment skin
like a flame through a mica shade,
like some kind of organic fire.
The brush with death left a calling card.
“I’ll be back” it said.
“You won’t know when.”

He knew what it meant to nearly end.
It was an epiphany, of sorts.

But there was this glow, as though
he had permission to use
whatever time was left.

As serious as a heart attack,
he was—
Afraid of being forgotten,
Of not being worth remembering–
but determined to try something.

It doesn’t have to be cancer.
Could be a stroke, the kind of thing,
you try to explain, but the lucky civilians
can’t understand:
“I could hear the whine of the bullet, the ugly sound of
something ruthless hunting, meaning to kill.”

You only know this
if you’ve heard the whine.
But it misses, now and then.
You realize you’ve got bonus time,
but fear being forgotten;
you’ve wasted so much time.
but that fire …
You mean to slap untruths
in the time granted.
Make some noise.
Burn some rubber.
Make someone cry,

Make someone happy.
Be honest.
Be true.
Repent wasting
seconds of precious time.
You know not the hour or the day.

It’s an epiphany, of sorts, hearing death whizzz by.
It lights a manic fire.
But you live sweeter, cleaner,
in its holy light.

September 19, 2020

Six poetics #6 (Dalit)

by Jem Croucher

6 in a series of 6

Six poetics come to an end
with Filipino ‘dalit’ here
This poet hopes you enjoyed
six explorations into verse

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September 19, 2020

A Rosh Hashanah Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

L'Shana Tova

To my family, all my Jewish friends and Jews all over the world – L’Shana Tova Happy New Year. Here’s wishing everyone a happy, healthy and sweet new year full of naches. (Yiddish-Naches – Joy: Gratification, especially from children.)

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September 19, 2020

A TWO FACED LANDSCAPE

by thereluctantpoet

By Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm

The Shifting Sands
Of The Desert

Have No Empathy
For The Confused
And Unprepared

An Arid Expanse,
A Two Faced
Landscape,
Masking
The Truth,
And The Hidden
Dangers Ahead
With An Alluring Beauty

Misunderstood,
Layered And Complicated
She’s Loved,
Yet Unloved Too,
A Lover To Some
And The Devil
To The Foolish

Unsurmountable
Obstacles Exist
For Those
Who Never Learned
Her Secrets

Arduous
Exhausting
For Body And Soul

A Cage-Less Prison
With No Escape
For The Proud
And Disrespectful,
Burned By The Sun,
Victims Of Thirst,

Who Are Buried
By The Shifting Sands,
And The Wind

Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved- 09-16-2020 – 2:00 p.m.

Writing With Christine Was An Honor And Privilege And So Very Magical!!  And I’m Hoping For More Duets Together!

We Hope You Enjoy Our Collaboration??  
Duet Inspired By Christine Bolton’s – Shifting Sands
https://poetryforhealing.com/2020/09/11/shifting-sands/

September 18, 2020

Touching Glass in a Crowd

by HemmingPlay

The Earth burns and seas
Simmer, choke, seethe,
Smashing warnings
Against the complacent,
Flooding
Sticky-tacky vanities
of rich and poor alike
With implacable indifference,
Erasing intrusions in wilderness
With mountainous, hideous
Flames and heat and smoke.
Hungry cougars flee into a plastic
Melting suburbia ill-suited to
A new reality.

But we still misread the moment.

As usual.

Like Pharaoh,
One plague after another

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September 18, 2020

A Bill Barr, Your Room Is Ready Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Barr prison

We have a cell reserved for you right next to Donnie’s

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September 18, 2020

Six poetics #5 (Tanaga)

by Jem Croucher

5 in a series of 6

‘Tanaga’ here now in view
which I think is overdue
Filipino verse for you
coupled with a lovely view

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September 17, 2020

Six poetics #4 (Bussokuseki)

by Jem Croucher

4 in a series of 6

And for Thursday here
with flamboyance there is a
‘bussokuseki’
The last of the Japanese
captured here in essence of
good writing’s ancient passing

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September 17, 2020

A Wishful Thinking Please Let It Be So Nursery Rhyme

by Joel Kravitz

Trump Mug Shot

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September 16, 2020

Six poetics #3 (Haiku)

by Jem Croucher

3 in a series of 6

As midweek arrives
three of six poetics with
a ‘haiku’ today

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September 15, 2020

A Trump & Truth Limerick 1.1

by Joel Kravitz

Big Lie 1.1 (2)

I wrote the original limerick and post on February 7, 2017. It was in response to a MSNBC blog post – Trump wants to be seen as the sole authority for truth. 

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September 15, 2020

Six poetics #2 (Tanka)

by Jem Croucher

2 in a series of 6

A ‘tanka’ today
as to the beach I return
for September sun
Basking in its warmth and light
for one more day of summer

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September 14, 2020

Only

by dharkanein

You are the one,

Holding key to my heart,

To break it into pieces,

Only you have the power,

With you around,

Life has beautiful meaning,

Give pain or joy,

My love won’t let you go.

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September 14, 2020

A Quantum Physics Poem 1.1

by Joel Kravitz

Quantum-Physics-

2020 seems like an Alternate Reality.

This is not an explanation,
Only my simple observation.

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September 14, 2020

Six poetics #1 (Sedoka)

by Jem Croucher

1 in a series of 6

And so for this week
a return to form I think
today with a ‘sedoka’
to help set the scene
Japanese poetic form
inspiring you the reader

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September 13, 2020

A Football Fare Fav Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

hot dogs

It’s football season. Politics aside, football provides lots of entertainment and fellowship. Hopefully, it can still be enjoyable for those who like to watch with family & friends and cheer for their teams.

And football season means football fare. I am a firm believer that the hot dog was made for watching sports and I have knocked down many a tube steak in front of the tube watching a game. My personal preference for a dog is Hebrew National 1/4 pounders, however, I am good with any dog that doesn’t bite me first.

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September 13, 2020

September Sunshine II

by Jem Croucher

Sitting in the sunshine
outside my house is great
especially this time of year
with shadows getting late

As north facing out the back
by four the sun has gone
hidden by the apex where
in summer months it shone

Yet out front I bask in glory
and can stay here for some time
for there remain some hours yet
of mid-September shine

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September 12, 2020

The Visitor II

by Jem Croucher

We had a little visitor
who startled us last night
there behind the cupboard glass
perched and in plain sight
A little chap, brown and petite
his presence now declared
though how he found his way in there
was not something he shared

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September 11, 2020

As Oregon Burns- a poem

by Alanna

As Oregon burns

A dry wind howls from the east

We extinguish the candles

 and do not sleep

As Oregon burns

A black cloud draws across the sky like a flat curtain

Led by the dark horses of the apocalypse

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September 11, 2020

New Pen

by Jem Croucher

New pen, the scratch on paper
just like a living thing
finding words quite quickly
to make it cry or sing

Poised, it waits with patience
then leaps to life when I
find the words here needed
upon this page to lie

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September 10, 2020

Tri-haiku XXVIII (Healing)

by Jem Croucher

With no abandon
to a mediocrity
I wait with patience

Hasten the mending
the healing of wounds and ills
Bring back spring to step

For I am waiting
Breath bated, coiled to move
to those hills again

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September 10, 2020

PROOF POSITIVE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Bozo
Is Proof
Positive That Anyone
Can Become POTUS Of
America

Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet – All Rights Reserved

September 10, 2020

POTUS BOZO IS INSPIRATIONAL

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Our
Bozo POTUS
Gives Hope To
Clowns, Thugs And Fools
Everywhere

Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet – All Rights Reserved

September 10, 2020

HE IS A GENIUS??

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Bozo
The Clown
Thinks You’ll Believe
That He Is A
Genius?

Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet – All Rights Reserved