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Poetry by John Grey

  AS A BEACH BOY   The tern floated atop the waves like a blossom.   The wily pelican trailed the fishing boats.   I ran back and forth along the pier.   I never did hold a moment too long.   Until my hands reached out to catch a flying dolphin.   A ride on its back was all I would sit still for.       THE SEA, THE SHORE   I’m captive – treating the blustery grasses, the trembling brush, to my circumspection. I yield, succumb to the coastline, relive those old, never-to-be-forgotten childhood moments on the beach. Wind off the seas, I collect its tang in my nostrils, like information from the deep, translated by the adolescent boy who once combed the shore for sea dollars, who strode atop the dunes like riding a humpbacked camel. On blue mornings such as this, I’d venture out as far as the undertow, feel its pull on my toes then step back. Back into now, when I’m so much older, less accepting and more conscious of being alive. Meanwhile, the sun lights the same old fire in the sky, ski

I Am San Francisco by A.D. Winans

  I AM SAN FRANCISCO I have witnessed the waterfront decay the ships disappear the piers given over to tourists and sunbathing sea lions gone the Haight Theater in the old Haight Ashbury  where as a kid I paid a dime to see two movies a serial and a newsreel gone the old Embassy Theater on Market Street where they spun the Wheel of Fortune playing Ten-O-Win with a busty female usherette  shouting “In the Balcony, 1-2-3-4 Silver Dollars” her breasts bouncing in unison with each coin  that hit the tray the old Fox and Paramount Theaters now ghostly memories the old Market Street porno house boarded down gone McFarland’s Fudge Shop and Merrill’s Drug Store gone the old Hoffbrau house on Market Street Breen’s on Third Street with the worlds best Martini gone I Magnum’s Department Store and the old City of Paris where as a child I thrilled at the sight of the giant Christmas tree and who can forget The Emporium its indoor ice-skating rink and a Santa Claus workshop the roof top garden where

Soul Wings by Sue Pullen

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Soul Wings by Sue Pullen  ©Sue Pullen 2020 All rights Reserved

I Love Your Hearty Laugh by C. R. Daugherty

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I Love Your Hearty Laugh There’s this lady I’ve met; She’s a woman I know, and I hold her quite closely and dear. She’s the apple of mine eye, a diamond in the rough, though we share a love of gemstones so queer. We can spend hours on end spelunking rock gardens for amazing crystals to see Or moments in the donut shop, being quite overtly crass, over bitter cups of hot jasmine tea. She is heaven; she is argent… She is the lover I have dreamed of, and I want to be with her throughout— The cold and the warm, the sun dog and storm, until our time here has run out. © C.R. Daugherty 3-24-2020

Be Stronger and I Am Human by Ahmad Al-Khatat

Be Stronger Stronger than before I’m here under rainfall Getting stronger than before, because of you Stronger than feelings I’m wiser, and faster than the curious heart breaker We’re stronger than love You once made me happy I melted my heart into steel Just to always remember you Harder, better than memories Your friendship made me -stronger than the old times When I hear your voice alone I become stronger than death No more castles and empires Together we are stronger than greater, higher than old figures You make the heart grow healthier But the wind of your sweet scent -were stronger than a drunk soul Between us there is no intimacy we strongly keep on shining respect I Am Human I am human from all races I am looking for respect, condition -attitude and good behaviours I am human dancing with no silky touch but on my own for no reason sometimes, I am trying to live like a human My name is human being My age is the numbers of days of the dead fighter My

Those Crazy Birds by Ahmad Al-Khatat

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Those Crazy Birds Those birds set free  They never fly again  They don’t sing to you  cause we broke their wings  Those birds are mute  They are extremely wild  But their sorrows turned  into flightless birds in the cage  Through the early morning  I’m the caged bird standing  in front of the fragile mirror  Looking for a smaller cage  This life is a beautiful soul But people have damaged -the birdhouse inside of my  spirit, I will be fine by the blue skies  Those crazy birds will sing to  us, just keep your head very up Look for meaning and change  -the way you sit under the shadow  Bio : Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally and has poems translated into several languages. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2018. He is the author of The Bleeding Heart Poet, Love On The War’s Frontline, Gas Chamber, Wounds from Iraq, Roofs of Dreams, and The Grey R

Poetry by Lynn Long

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photo credit pixababy Poetry Let me wander  Through the caverns  of your soul And, I'll give you  my heart  To eternally hold Let me explore Just a while Drifting in your kiss Upon true love's Nile Let me soar Beyond the night To return once more A Phoenix In flight And let us fall Again and again Into the abyss Deep within Lynn Long Book Page at Cyberwit https://www.cyberwit.net/publications/1288 Lynn Long Nature's Musings http://www.lulu.com/shop/lynn-long/natures-musings/paperback/product-24062476.html