The Poetry of Emotion
Let it go, Buddhakeeps telling me, still soattached to detachmentthat veins I imagineat his temples throblike the chantingof ancestors on a CDI bought cheap for $7.97.For once again I’ve hadthe wrong idea: Calvi-tholicism’s indissolubleoil slick floating onBuddha’s smooth seaof equanimity. Tryas I might – and, well,there it is, attached atthe straining hip of effort.Zen Master... Continue Reading →
“We’re all doomed”, he said.Well, so we are!From the moment of our birth,no, before thensome don’t make it that far,expelled by the bodyto partsunknown.As I child I thoughtthat livingwith such knowledgeshould be hellish,impossible to live withhappily.If I were god,it would bemy little joke.Forget Satan and his fiery furnace,the nonsense of an underworld,the craziness of constant... Continue Reading →
The creep begins With a whisperA vine of greenadorned with thorns wraps its tendrils around my mind.Another whisper again again its grip tightens into obsession About the Poet: Adele James is a poet from Massachusetts. She lives in Cape Cod with her cat Junior.
When it happened it changed my life it made me hate myself it made me hate the world. He was forty-two a family member a husband a father. After it happened they told me it didn’t they told me to forget it they told me I would get over it. But if perchance it did... Continue Reading →
As a childI loved birthdays,eagerly anticipated each one. As a teenI was anxious tocount more candles,16, 18, as if more was better. In my twentiesI wished birthdayscould delay their arrival,28, 29, as if less was more. As I havegrown older,I have grown toappreciate birthdaysto the grim alternative. As I growolder still, I canimagine there maycome... Continue Reading →
Do you have color in your cheeks? I watched Your lilies singe to a crimson flush, your rose Recast in bloody shades of Lancaster.And like a tolling bell, your body swayed Because they knew you lied, that time you bled Them dry and said, “I don’t know how they died.”With every vowel, every consonant,That tumbled... Continue Reading →
In the realm of their senses,They create a ripple of excitementSpreading through the listening crowdTo deliver a message of mind and heart They stir the blood and grapple the mobThey take the wind out of the stormWith raunchy voices, sometimes they whisperTo deliver a message of passion to a drifter A moment of silence waiting... Continue Reading →
Nothing unites the people like a common enemythe person in all the spilled tea epicenter of gossipthe pariah of every social group.But what happens when they are finally gone?When the enemy is just the footnote of an old anecdote what do the people talk about then? They take another look around find the oddest duck... Continue Reading →
Blue skiesclear and mockingI miss the clouds the camaraderie of miseryfrom Mother Nature. About the Poet: Gerald Z is a poet and philosopher who lives in obscurity.
The winds in my soulare howling with inner turmoil.Branches scratch my thoughtsas they swirl ensconced by rainy tears.It’s hard to move forward when invisible forces push you back. About the Poet: Daniel Sailor is a poet and English teacher. He hails from Shreveport, Louisiana.
Ephemeral Elegies 