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By Charles Robert Lindholm
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April 27, 2020
by A. L. O'Prunty
The witching hour passed me by
Dawn scaled the eastern sky
Laced in lavenders, pinks, and blues
The beauty of Nature came shining through
And all that kept me wide awake
Pales in comparison for beauties sake
For what is Life void of beauty?
But a mundane existence complied with duty
So, take a breath, glance around
There’s always Beauty to be found
And may your eyes be filled as mine
Reflecting Beauty, surreal, sublime
That sweet, sweet slumber finds you once more
Content with Life as never before.
O’Prunty
4/23/17
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April 2, 2019
by Nick Anthony
Once more, the roar of applause thaws his heart and makes him wish he didn’t have to depart this stage. Where had the years gone? He wonders. How did each day, so long, become faint flashes of memory? An ambling trajectory of wasteful debauchery, his life has passed him by like a distant plane in the sky. And now, as he clocks out of consciousness and stares across an endless necropolis, the clapping masses have gone silent. His heart is no longer raging and defiant. Overhead, the black curtain is falling and the blissful escape of the void is calling.
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June 21, 2018
by Nick Anthony
In the park there stands an old oak.
I know not how aged it is,
But it was here before I was
And it will remain long after I do not.
Every morning I pass by its thick trunk,
The oak waves its branches, goodbye.
And every night I drunkenly stumble home,
It’s standing still, in silent judgment.
Even when I dash past and miss its farewell
In the rush to catch the last possible train
To $9.50 an hour misery with no future,
I know the stoic oak is standing there,
Gayly laughing at my fleeting and meaningless struggles.
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January 28, 2018
by Colly
personal photo

January is on the fray.
As the corners of the calendar curl, await change.
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October 17, 2017
by A. L. O'Prunty
~ Prose (Part I)
Winter is nipping at Autumns multicolored train, trimmed in gold she rivals the Sun.
This morning she woke with Winters first breath clinging to flora, fauna, her terra firma
Abode, chilled. She longs to continue her flamboyant promenade throughout the countryside, knowing in her wake beauty blooms and eyes behold the brush of Gods hand.
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10/17/17
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October 4, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Poetry =
A reason
to read
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September 20, 2017
by A. L. O'Prunty
~Â As Dawn Broke
Clouds merged
Fog lay dense, heavy
Ghostly images of tree lines
Scattered amongst the gray;
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August 2, 2017
by Renwick Berchild
When we fall down, when we land, when we lay
upon the bedrock, do we look up? Or do we close
our eyes, and make do, roll the dirt around us,
invite the insects to have discussion, play with god;
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July 7, 2017
by A. L. O'Prunty
Flowers for Mother
She picked the petals
One by one,
Tossed them ‘neath
A sultry sun,
A waft of wind
Carried them away;
As Mother
Received an earthly bouquet
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June 28, 2017
by A. L. O'Prunty
Poetic thoughts glide across my tongue as dainty feet, waltzing a marble floor,
Wrapped in word, my mind soars beyond the either and I surpass self
I am neither here or there, but, suspended between realms; weightless
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May 23, 2017
by Renwick Berchild
Sleuth of my loins keeps himself to the doings of sudden street crossings,
most irregular comings and goings, having an epiphany
at the ferry, realizing that he must go right now, hurry off to
dream of me, write visions of me, lay in a bed of uncomfortable need
for me, address my shadow, confess his most sinful thoughts to my coat
I left hanging on his peg by his doorway, his collar constantly tightening,
his hands constantly needing unwinding, his armpits
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April 25, 2017
by Renwick Berchild
She is a winged doe, plodding along the kitchen tile,
hither/thither clipping orchids, melting wax, reaching out
to catch the tray of flutes before it falls—
but it falls, makes such a racket, cacophony of clattering
she curses, spouts a string of psalms and esoteric verses,
kicks the chunks of shards and tires her feet,
shoves it in a corner and forgets about it until the night,
slings the cupboards open and demands I climb
to the tippy-most tower where her grandfather’s
old boozy glassware has waited five decades to be touched,
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January 14, 2017
by Harry
I sit here on my rocker
warm cup of tea in hand
watching the world go by
deep within my thoughts
wondering how things will go
with the world to-day
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March 24, 2016
by russtowne
The Cost
I sometimes find
When I hope so hard
In one direction
I miss several blessings
That are happening
In other directions,
And the cost
Of my blindness
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December 17, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
~ Blurred Lines
Dreamy eyes scan the morning mist
Blurred lines; images of the Impressionist
A hint of peach pink peaks above mountains
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November 24, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
My love grows old
I grow older still
Entwined as the vine
Our hearts
Vast as the oceans wide
Our memories
Yet fleeting, this time,
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October 1, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
Of beauty-
A sunsets sigh
As it dips in glorious hues
‘Neath that vaulted sky
Surrendering to the sea,
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September 29, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
~ I Was Asked…
Where do you see God?
My thoughts voiced as a lightening rod
Speaking with true conviction
My answers in no confliction
With actions spoken louder than word
I answered, as this they heard:
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September 24, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
~ What Heart
Has not had grief to bare
To sit dazed unaware
Lost within pains whirlwind
Seems to consume, never end…
What heart
Has not felt such elation
A dreamy state of loves libation
Intoxicated by the mere thought
‘He loves me, he loves me not’
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September 17, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
My language not your own
My skin not of your colour
But all have eyes;
These shed rivers of tears
They’ve seen much –
What some call horror stories
Of blood, body parts, heads and hands
I fear closing my eyes
The images invade…as did the bombs
Exploding in my sleepless nights;
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September 13, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
So much madness
Disharmony, discord
Souls suffering in silence
Anguish pushed through a thread;
What if, the thread snaps, breaks
Fibers furled through the minds eye
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August 19, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
~ Garden
My little slice of heaven
‘Neath Terra firma green
Firmly rooted seed and soil
Births beauty in the spring
My Eden, laced in ivy
Where trumpets triumphantly rise
To rival the rarest of rose
Reaching toward azure skies
Here a bit of chaos reigns –
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August 16, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
A trickle in the stream
Babbles to the sea
Skipping boulders, rock, slate stone
A marvelous melody
Crickets and cicadas
In unison play along
Scatterd about the landscape
Resounding, natures sacred song
Scent of Jasmine wafting
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August 14, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
~ Someone Needs to Speak, Truth
Never in American history has a Commander-in-Chief endured such opposition to nearly every task at hand. From Homeland Security to Foreign Affairs, from his influence and suggestion of dealing with Terrorist Cells to Immigration Laws, and Obama Care.
Never in American history has a Commander -in-Chief been subjected to blatant, deplorable acts of disrespect. Yet he endures; not throughout one administration, but two! His fortitude is to be commended.
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August 11, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
Muse of my morning
Restoreth my soul
Night has held me fast…
With waking dreams –
Mysterious things
Open wide your arms
Beckon Dawn wake
From silent starlit slumber…
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August 6, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
Would that thou shalt love me in my laten years
Oblivious to Times wrinkles – youthful, in comparison to my peers
And when these eyes no longer see, an Antigone wilt thou be for me
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August 5, 2015
by A. L. O'Prunty
ADHD eight year old student handcuffed! Handcuffed!
Crying in pain, a wee victim of a burly, “bullying” police officer-
This is not justice! This is not acceptable! This is criminal!
Speaking of criminal… Beat the streets, perhaps the Challenge puts fear in YOUR dark soul
A child cries still ringing in my ears evokes a Mothers tears
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