Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Ptsd Thoughts by Desiree Cady


Ptsd Thoughts

You should no longer harm me
You shouldn't get to win
What you did to my body
It surely was a sin

I should no longer have to feel
The pain from your actions
Thoughts of you are just that
Those thoughts are pure distraction

I should be able to live my life
Not live in constant fear
Not wonder where you may be hiding
Behind what corner you may leer

Most often I find your memory
It hides in simple things 
Scents and words and certain touches
What horrid memories they bring

Its been so long, you should move on
At least that's what they say
Don't they get that I would
If I could figure out a way?

Though I know its just a thought
Only a memory
Again it feels so real
Like you are there again reigning your rage down over me

I've tried to tell myself 
That it was ONLY unwanted sex
But what you did that night has haunted me 
As if I were put under some evil hex

It is so difficult to go on
With a mind that works like this
So many days of my future
My scattered thoughts will cause me to miss 

How is it fair that you go on
Living your happy life
While I am stuck here on replay 
Still bleeding from your knife?

©2017 Desiree Cady


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 

Rain in Mind by JD DeHart

Rain in Mind


There’s a storm
in the cerebellum
a move of angry cloud
mixture across the frontal lobe,
lightning in the mind
so strong I have to stay home,
curl in bed, and take
medicine to feel somewhat
almost not quite better.

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher.  He blogs at jddehartpoetry.blogspot.com.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Ocean Beach by Charly Kayle


Image: Charly Kayle


Image: Ocean Beach Land's End San Francisco by Joanne Olivieri


Ocean Beach

Absorbing the negative ions from 
the rain at the ocean.  
It's a magical atmosphere,
like we're on the edge of the Universe 
and can make time stand still, 
manifesting a different world 
when we step back into life again. 
Such promise in the air!

Saturday, February 18, 2017

A Writer At Heart by Joanne Olivieri

A Writer At Heart in my new book Quietude.  Available on:





A Writer At Heart

Words
Emotional expressions
inherent deep within spirit.
Passion are these words
undeniably expressed,
shared, proclaimed
in stanzaic precision.

The writer
Sensitive, intuitive
feelings arise, awaken
born from within
depths of the soul.
A soul unknown
if not for their words.

Ego revisited
firmly understood
and happily embraced.
The writer paints words
with a knowing
of authentic self
creatively expressed.

Memories, dreams
Parade the mind
As streaming videos.
These visual scenarios
Breathe life into the heart
And have no choice
But to be reborn.

Reflections
A glimpse into the heart
where the writer resides
words a mirror to the soul.
A soul which lives
Within the mind
without fear.

The heart
pumps words
through the veins
never missing a beat.

The writer writes
to a different beat
only he hears.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Brave Soul By Desiree Cady

Brave Soul

Speak when your voice shakes
Love even though your heart breaks
Walk even if at first you stumble
Stand tall even when you have every reason to crumble.

Hope even when you think there's nothing left
Wipe away your tears even after you've wept
Love even after your heart has been broke
Make the most of each day, for you have been blessed and awoke.

(C) 2016 Desiree Cady

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Blue Breeze by Leanne Neill



Leanne Neill is a company director, domestic goddess, mother of three, and a self-confessed composer of words.  She has twenty-three years of experience in public libraries and local government. In May 2016, she started her poetry inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS. She lives in Melbourne, Australia

Sensual Magic by James D. Casey IV

"Sensual Magic"

Wild flame
Burning slow
Blistering my soul

Thick skin
Fragile heart
Strange love

The stranger the better

Creatures baying
Through the night
Tangled bodies
Thrust

Musk and sugar
Fill the air with
Sensual magic

Something so precious
Illuminating spirit
So familiar
You belong 
Here
With me

©James Dennis Casey IV


James D. Casey IV is a published author of two poetry books: ‘Metaphorically Esoteric’ & ‘Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine.’ He is also working on his third under the title “Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins” that is expected to be published within the next few months. Mr. Casey’s writings have been published in international ezines and on several websites. Poetry Life & Times, Artvilla, Realistic Poetry International, and Poetry Super Highway have him listed in their poet archives as well. You can find links to his books, social network profiles, and other projects on his website at http://louisianakingcasey.wixsite.com/big-skull-poetry.

Stars in the Southern Sky ~ A Quatern by Colleen Keller Breuning

Stars in the Southern Sky ~ A Quatern

There are stars in the southern sky
Smiling as the full moon floats by.
Hear my voice on the summer breeze,
Sweet songs drifting across the seas.

The world keeps spinning, do or die.
There are stars in the southern sky.
The candle flickers, growing old.
Starkness of winter blowing cold.

My days get shorter, wracked with pain
In this deluge of freezing rain.
There are stars in the southern sky,
Hidden by clouds as angels cry.

Watch as I defy gravity,
Set free from this purgatory.
And when I twinkle, you’ll know why
There are stars in the southern sky.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016
January 19, 2016

Written in memory of Glenn Frey of The Eagles… inspired by one of my favorite of their songs, “Seven Bridges Road.”
_________________________________

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

I Want A Writer's Block by Joan McNerney

I Want A Writer's Block


A real writer's block.  After I'm finished
writing, I could run and skip down streets
with all the other writers on the block.
Compare notes, exaggerate and have fun.

Another good one would be a crystal block
on which the great master works are contained.
Stick it in a pocket and read it with my
fingertips.  Why strain my vision?

How about this?  A big block of ice cream
oozing pass throat filled with inspiration.
Or a chocolate block made from creamy images.
I want a writer's block.  Any or all of the above.


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. 

Minuet of the Ice Fairy by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Minuet of the Ice Fairy

Ravens sing in a shrill harmony
soaring above a scarlet fiery pyre.
Sprite-lings flying dodging flakes;
seeking boughs of red cedar cover
Ice faeries waltz a loving minuet
on a clear ice crystal snowflake.
goblins dressed in Easter attire;
soft kisses with lemonade pouts,
awaiting many passionate desires
as love of a cherished mystics soul.
Whilst opaque diamond stars weep
during that icy passionate dance,
crimson blood shall rise and steep
flashing tease of an ocular ellipse.
Peeking full moon in pastel clouds
edge of a gnome's rapaciousness
inhale a pinkish twilight sun-dog,
dance a Minuet with the Ice Fairy.
(CTU Anthology Poetic Shadows: Ink and the Sword)



Biography:

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from New Hampshire, now living in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The Line of Yearning at Devon Coast by Sneha Subramanian Kanta

The Line of Yearning at Devon Coast

*for H

Waves of ephemeral length
beat over a fog faced February —

loud voices of winds
mix with rising dust.

Night mouths ad libitum
in the habitat hours

of enveloping dark —
ruffling over the shore,

three seagulls sleep
on a bed of beige sand.

The descent downhill
full of empty shadows —

seismic waves shiver vacantly,
below in the damp.

Brief Biography: Sneha Subramanian Kanta resonates with ghettos, writing from the margins among several nuances in the manufacturing of otherness. Her work is forthcoming in Fallujah Magazine, Serendipity, Erstwhile Magazine, Thumb Print Magazine and the first print anthology of Peacock Journal (Little Red Tree Publishing). A recipient of the prestigious GREAT scholarship, she is pursuing her second postgraduate degree in the United Kingdom. Write to her on s.sneha01@yahoo.in

Block Me Not by Blanca Alicia Garza

Block Me Not

Pieces of my notebook paper 
lie scattered on the floor 
Trying to write a poem but 
nothing comes to my mind 
The words in my head go in 
circles without making sense 
This time the writer's block 
doesn't want to leave 
I went to the kitchen 
to brew some nice hot coffee 
It's 3 a.m. and I'm still 
totally and completely awake
My only companion, my 
annoying cat sitting on my lap 
I turned on the television, 
but nothing was there either 
Just those constant brain- 
washers and bad news 
Back again to my notebook 
armed with my pen in hand 
Ready to leave a piece of my 
heart and soul in every word 
The battle goes on and this 
writer's block will not win.

(Initially published on The Poet Community)

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

Monday, February 13, 2017

My Love Sense by Joanne Olivieri



Chihuly Unleashed by Joanne Olivieri


Happy Valentines Day everyone. My Love Sense poem which appears in my new book Quietude https://www.createspace.com/6903990

My Love Sense
Love 
speaks in silence
the unconditional
stanzaic interlude
between heart and soul.
Never wanting
always waiting
to give freely
and openly.

Love
does not see color
nor stereotypical
ego branded persona.
As spirit seer
pure love
accepts all
with understanding
and patience.

Love
hears beyond sound
soft whispers
of heartstrings
playing in rhythm
the quiet song -
a deafening simplicity
defining uniqueness
to authentic self.

Love
tastes the sweet n sour
of daily imperfections
savoring the bitter
with the sweet.
The perfect blend
providing nourishment
for the heart
digesting the mix.

Love
smells indifference
and recoils at the
nauseous self righteous
stench of the arrogant
yet embraces the
empowering odor
of forgiveness -
a scent of healing.

Love
touches softly
hearts who hear,
minds who see,
spirits who know
the freedom to give
inherent deep within
our soul
without expectation -
unconditionally.