Thursday, August 31, 2017

Something Sacred in Our Sadness by Scott Thomas Outlar





Something Sacred in Our Sadness


If I write
one more time
about the sky
and how it’s
set to fall
at any moment,
how many chances
will I have left
when the rain
finally does
begin to pour?

If I dance, alone,
on a bridge
in the middle
of the woods,
is that the same
as on a stage
somewhere, someday, somehow?

All you ever needed
was to bless us;
all I want to do
is laugh and smile;

yet when we weep,
please let it be
in joy
even though
we know
this sadness
heals with love.

They said this carpet
knew how to fly
when guided proper,
but forgot to mention
that the engine
could sometimes stall;

and what we’ve learned,
passed down
throughout the ages,
is that the magic
comes from our minds
when we truly
decide to soar.


Bio:
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse and Novelmasters. He has been a weekly contributor to the Dissident Voice Sunday Poetry Page for the past three years.

Upon a Breeze by Blanca Alicia Garza



Upon a Breeze

She carries her umbrella,
but only for a bright Sun;
Loving the falling rain as
it gently kisses her face.
Dancing to a heart song;
a sweet embracing hug.
My bit of heaven inhaled,
she courts a lovely style.
Tune my soul with sonnets,
rhymes of sweet melodies.
A gentle and angelic touch,
with me now, upon a breeze.

(First published in "Where Are You From?" Anthology)


Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's work can be found in  The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.

shooting star by Theresa A. Cancro

shooting star

shooting star –
children play tag
with fireflies


Bio:  Theresa A. Cancro writes poetry, short fiction and nonfiction. Dozens of her poems, fiction and nonfiction pieces have been published internationally online and in print. She strives to find sparks of wonder within the ordinary.


The Fractal Man by Lee A. Forman

The Fractal Man
by Lee A. Forman
 
The first eyes upon him
captured his features in neural ink,
committed image to the pages
of consciousness, internal history.
 
No matter how you looked at him,
his features always the same.
Magnificent, eternally possessing,
his nature was to blame.
 
I first shook his hand,
the most arresting moment of life.
I was captured, taken,
but by my will alone.
 
Never a struggle,
I only followed where he walked.
Choice nonexistent.
But inconsequential in its fault.
 
To the end of all,
if he marched,
I’d carry my soul in this unsightly husk,
until it fell in passing,
until it turned to dust.
 
That which preceded his arrival,
banished,
no longer declared.
Only the future mattered.
Only for what he prepared.
 
He led us to the mountains,
where history would rebirth.
Those left behind,
children of accursed Earth.
 
Behind him came the end.
But not of humanity.
He only wished to emerge anew
in a world of sculpture crafted
by the hands of a fractal mind.


Author Bio:
Lee Forman is a fiction writer and editor from the Hudson Valley, NY. His fascination with the macabre began in childhood, watching old movies and reading everything he could get his hands on. He’s a third generation horror fanatic, starting with his grandfather who was a fan of the classic Hollywood Monsters. His work has been published in numerous magazines, anthologies, websites, and podcasts. He’s an editor for Sirens Call Publications and writes for the horror fiction website PenoftheDamned.com. For more information and a list of publications go to www.leeformanauthor.com

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Diamond in the Rough by Colleen Keller Breuning

Diamond in the Rough

High in the mountains, on the brink
Traversing the slippery slope
Headfirst, into the deep abyss
Searching for those lost rays of hope.

River of rain, river of pain
I’m praying for the hurt to fade
Ready for truth, ready for change
Ready to quit this masquerade.

I’m just a diamond in the rough
A black and shiny piece of coal
Lying here among the fault lines
Waiting, waiting to be made whole.

Strip off the mask, show your colors
Black or white, all I ever knew.
The world seemed to burn crimson red,
But you have shown me shades of blue.

Wash me in your crystal waters
Where tides of serenity flow.
Shine the white light upon my skin
And watch me sparkle, watch me glow.

I’m just a diamond in the rough,
A black and shiny piece of coal
Lying here among the fault lines
Waiting, waiting to be made whole.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2017


BIOGRAPHY:
Colleen Keller Breuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia with her husband and cats, Tommy and Jordan. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published in a variety of print and online magazines during the past decade. Her first poetry book, Shadows of My Father, was a tribute to her father and published in 2011. She is currently working on her second book of poetry, along with assorted photography projects. She participates in several online writing groups. In addition to poetry and photography, she loves nature, music, cats and wine (not necessarily in that order).


"Shadows of My Father" is available for purchase at:https://www.amazon.com/Shadows-Father-Colleen-Keller-Breuning/dp/0983607206


In Love by Angelica Grace Lee

In Love 

As soon as I turn on the radio guess what I hear
A singer who thinks falling in love should be feared
Why do musicians always write like love is bad
And the only result of loving is feeling sad
I guess they never came across someone like you
A person they would never be willing to lose

I was sitting in a room filled with strangers
But I knew all the guys were troublemakers
I forced laughter, faked smiles for the crowd
In actuality scared you would never come around
But everything changed when I saw your face
Now I’m not sure why I had doubts in the first place

You have me searching for four leaf clovers
Trying not to lose my composure
Wishing on shooting stars in the night sky
Hoping to catch a glimpse of when you walk by
You change my mood like they’re the seasons
If I’m feeling like winter you’re my summer beacon

Before I met you I couldn’t find any inspiration
All attempts for a love poem would end in frustration
I know I am not the best at poem writing
Or the most awesome with end-rhyming
But I would write a thousand love poems for you
If you keep “loving me” on your list of things to do

I know these lyrics might seem really cliché
Like watching Spiderman save the day
Looking out for his girlfriend Mary Jane
Clothed in rough blues and reds in the pouring rain
I’m trying to make this song as real as possible
But not exaggerating these verses is improbable

You have me searching for four leaf clovers
Trying not to lose my composure
Wishing on shooting stars in the night sky
Hoping to catch a glimpse of when you walk by
Others might question our complicated love
But it only grows stronger, they’re just jealous of us


Bio: My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell High School. I am passionate about giving back to my community and would like to major in cognitive science, psychology, or legal studies in college. Currently I am a San Francisco Police Activities League Senior Cadet Sergeant as well as an intern for SFPD's CSI Unit. In my spare time I run a Facebook group called "Kindness in the Darkness" where I share heartwarming acts of kindness in hopes of brightening the days of those who may be suffering dark times. I have been the creator and administrator of “Kindness in the Darkness” since 2011. I also enjoy writing poetry and composing song lyrics. 


Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Haiku by Christine Tabaka

wind in trees
leaves dance to
a grand ballet
 
august ocean
warm current caresses
like liquid silk

Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware.  She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer.  She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats.  Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Haiku Cats by Joan McNerney

Haiku Cats – take your pick of the litter


Voyeur

Inquisitive...
the gingersnap cat stares as
I get undressed.
------------------------
Maestro

What does this cat think
strumming his tail with such ease
to fugues of Bach?
-------------------
Shut Eye
Black and white kitten
lying under clothesline in
soft circles of sleep.
-------------------
Street Walker

Calico cat
curving corners
against the cold.
--------------------
Free Throw

A tiger cat with
big green eyes
tosses balls of yarn.



Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations. 

Monday, August 21, 2017

September 16, 1881 by Michael Ceraolo

  September 16, 1881

Garfield:

"Quiet is no certain pledge
of permanence and safety
Trees may flourish and flowers may bloom
upon the quiet mountain side,
                                            while
silently the trickling rain-drops
are filling the deep cavern
behind its rocky barriers,
which,
          by and by,
                          in a single moment,
shall hurl to wild ruin its treacherous peace"

I will become the embodiment of this


Guiteau:

Quiet is no friend of mine
I need the noisy clamor of demand
to sell my autograph for twenty-five cents,
my autographed picture for a dollar



"This is another from his work Eighty Days, dramatic monologues by Garfield and Guiteau for each of the days covering the period from the day Guiteau shot Garfield until the day Garfield died."


Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a 59-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet and baseball fan.

Beyond the Clouds by Colleen Keller Breuning

Beyond the Clouds

Pinpoint lights dot black velvet fields above,
Eyes travel north and wish upon a star.
The intellect seeks while the heart finds love
Beyond mountains of despair, near and far.

Long shadows of night tumble into day,
An unrelenting quest for inner peace.
Though darkness fades to muted shades of grey,
I look beyond the clouds for my release.

Hot summer rain beats down upon my face,
Melting anxieties away like ice.
Your words resonate, filling me with grace;
Their seeds of hope as plump as grains of rice.

Your image has faded, my tears have dried…
Forever I shall carry you inside.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2017

Soul Kissed by Desiree Cady

Soul Kissed

I didn't know my soul was starving
Until I got a taste of you
Didn't know how much I was missing
Until you did the things you do

I thought I had felt true love
Before I felt your tender touch
You came into my life
You have taught me so very much

You showed me a different man
One I knew nothing about
One who can speak his feelings
Doesn't always have to shout

A man who can tell me he loves me
And I know that is enough
One who will stand beside me
Even when things get a little tough

You've shown me so much different
Than I have ever known
Just these few months with you
It's amazing how much I have grown

When it comes to decent men
You are truly one of a kind
I have been blessed in this lifetime
To be able to have claimed you as mine


©2017 Desiree Cady All Rights Reserved

Bio
I am a 33 year old mother of two beautiful girls who have been my saving grace. After a brutal attack a few years ago, I have been plagued by PTSD. After the attack and a few suicide attempts, I vowed to tell my story and help inspire others to get help and to know that they are not alone.  I am currently wrapping up two manuscripts for publication and am set to be published in an upcoming anthology that will come out mid - November.
You can find more of my work at
Www.Facebook.com/Gemini.allure 


Friday, August 18, 2017

Splendor Of September by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Splendor Of September

I miss the smells of hibernating leaves
white picket fence slowly disintegrates
Popsicle stand is shuttered and closed
yellow flip flops left in the sand dunes.
family times
in autumn dreams
Many lonely gulls wander cool beaches
snowy egrets stand stoic by tidal pools
fresh apple displays at roadside stands
corn fields now barren, silo's are filled.
lanterns alight
in autumn dreams
Cascade memories like watersheds
cleansing the long neglected spirit
as time drifts on like a sweet sunset
smells of hot coffee complete a day.
September shines
in autumn dreams.
Chilled night air begs for hot cocoa
baked apple pie with vanilla ice cream
Christmas shopping on Saturday night,
the sweet splendor of my September.


Biography:

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a poet originally from New Hampshire, now living in Oklahoma. He was nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards in Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Willa, Turbo and Hemi. Ken's new book, "The Cellaring", a collection of 80 haunted, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, is available through Creative Talents Unleashed Publishing or Amazon.com. He is the Co-Editor and Cover Artist for two poetry anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" and "Dandelion in a Vase of Roses" also available from Amazon.com.

Inamorata by Blanca Alicia Garza


Inamorata 

I want to be the rain
cascading down
all over your body
cleansing you
refreshing you
loving your beauty 
your scars
caressing your very soul
kissing your thirsty lips 
like the morning dew
does to the rose

I want to be the sun
peeking through your window 
waking you up 
with a tender touch 
warming every pore
of your soft skin

I want to be the moon
to see you every night 
Illuminating your path
your darkest nights 
to whom you tell
your secrets 
your sorrows 
and deeper desires

I want to be 
the reason of your smile
your first morning thought 
the best of your poems 
a never ending story 
an everlasting love.

(Initially published on Raven Cage Ezine)

Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's work can be found in  The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.

A little more by Lipika Ghosh

A little more 

I can live like a non ending dream
Overflowing words red yellow green
Rolling down on my eyes lips and chin
I am amazed to see
The auburn evening artistry
A picture of a well stretched sunflower field
A man walking to cross end till
Imagery appeared in my mind
I can live magical words like
For a little more
For a while.


©Lipika Ghosh

Brief Biography :
Contemporary poet and short story writer in regional language Bengali . Active period from 1995 to present. Written five books, collections of Bengali poems. Supporting humanity,  supporting to save greenery.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Inventory by Reena Prasad

Inventory

He lies, glass over him, his twinkle hidden under lids
prodding open my easier-to-open vaults
with his frail frame prompt
and now I see him
throwing rolled-up rice into the air
his mouth opening at the right moment to catch the ball
(I hoped one would fall)
closing the windows on my teen-ambushed nights
Me, opening them silently after midnight just a little
and the cat and the moon
pawing their way in and out.
His body-shaped space on the cot
bordered by books he never read
Hitler, Thakazhi, Nehru and Galbraith,
only rare editions
I would take one and nudge the others closer
to not distort his aura. Now he has only the coldness
and no say at all about its confines.
An overgrown yard, thin, yellow-armed cuscuta dangling from nameless trees, night jasmine strewn on grass, a busy breeze, the kitchen with a single tea pot, a spoon, a cup, a hot plate, a wooden chair and his brisk footfalls-meager but adding up to only him.This hurried, human inventory is a failure. 

He doesn't care. His flaming chariot waits.


BIO: Reena Prasad is a poet/writer from India, currently living in Sharjah (United Arab Emirates). Her poems have been published in several anthologies and journals e.g. The Copperfield Review, First Literary Review-East, Angle Journal, Poetry Quarterly, York Literary Review, Lakeview International Journal, Duane's PoeTree, Mad Swirl, GloMag etc. She is also the Destiny Poets UK's, Poet of the year for 2014 and one of the editors of The Significant Anthology released in July 2015. More recently, she was adjudged second in the World Union Of Poet's poetry competition, 2016 and won an award in the 2016 "As You Like It International Poetry Contest" commemorating the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

She Is The Girl by Angelica Grace Lee

She Is The Girl

She is the girl with a wild imagination
Hears the countryside calling her name
Who is impulsive, who couldn’t care less
About what the others thought of her

She is the girl who hates the city life
Done with the photoshopped world
The one who will leave it all behind one day
For her green and brown haven

She is the girl who cannot fathom
That if humans are born naturally good
Why we let this terrible world reign our lives
The one who wishes for mother nature to rule

Yet she is the girl who is praised for her brain
She knows a lot, but what good is that
If her knowledge won’t get her that far
In a place where she will never be good enough

She is the girl with many friends
But friendship is not what she wants
For all she wants is to run away
And scream her troubles to the stars

She is the girl who is often misunderstood
The one who no one really knows
Who no one can compare normalcy to
She is me




BIO: My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell High School. I am passionate about giving back to my community and would like to major in cognitive science, psychology, or legal studies in college. Currently I am a San Francisco Police Activities League Senior Cadet Sergeant as well as an intern for SFPD's CSI Unit. In my spare time I run a Facebook group called "Kindness in the Darkness" where I share heartwarming acts of kindness in hopes of brightening the days of those who may be suffering dark times. I have been the creator and administrator of “Kindness in the Darkness” since 2011. I also enjoy writing poetry and composing song lyrics.