Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Poem: 'The Gun That Killed Lennon' by Steven Michael Pape

The Gun That Killed Lennon
by Steven Michael Pape, 2010

The gun that killed Lennon,
Discarded in a New York street
A torn Catcher In The Rye,
Thrown at motionless feet.

The freedom you enjoyed,
Just walking around
Enjoying the atmosphere,
Distinguising the sounds.

The dark gothic dakota night,
Blood red spills, anger and fright
A martyr lies dead, a lunatic looms,
The end of an era, the start of his doom.

Double Fantasy lies signed on the ground,
The gunshots heard, now all so profound.
A generations idol, shot through with holes,
By a madman intent, on killing his soul.

Poem: 'Transmuting' by Sky Claudette Soto

Transmuting
by Sky Claudette Soto

Transmuting. Energy as salt lines the outer doors, hematite is held in both hands left and right and just below the navel Chakra do you feel
That...
A protective Barrier surrounds us as if sage were being smudged and Osha were being chewed upon...
As the dove of Rain sounds off
Greatness echoes throughout a rainbowed field of the most impeccable flowers I had ever seen.
While apparitions dance amongst us around, a beauteous
Field of our flowery visions, as night evokes our inner soul... guiding us to dance above and below as within so without.

Copyright: First American Publishing
Sky Claudette Soto - Eros Fyre

Poem: 'The Bloom Is Deceit' by Skitz J. Fitch

The Bloom Is Deceit
by Skitz J. Fitch

A Lotus blossom in Bloom a Portent of Doom enticing to lay ones eyes upon a trap not realized soon enough.
These are the things of Nightmares all of which look innocent but hide Deadly intent , Come partake of my scent become entranced loose your self in my presence of putrefaction join my Macabre dance of the doomed .
Madly lost to inhibition claiming your soul my only mission hidden in sweet coatings to rot the mind never seeing the Demon that lurks behind .
I will have you for eternity in this palace of death next to me , Eyes that ensnare hands with grasp like a vice skin as pale as snow and a touch like Ice be my love be my undying Sacrifice .

Poem: 'Butterfly' by Sarah McKellar

Butterfly
by Sarah McKellar

Your butterfly sits on my shoulder,
It departs and I tell it off,
I whisper secretly to you of my dreams,
and then your butterfly scoffs,

Do not ever give up on your dreams,
my love, now and not ever,
For if I could have my lifetimes over,
We would still be together,

I learnt when the butterfly comes near,
flying high on unconditional wings,
remember never to forget your heart,
and remember to let your heart sing.

I moved from a beautiful sunburnt town,
in the hope that we could be together,
The dust on the sunburnt plains will be not the same,
not ever.

Poem: 'Acceptance' by S.C.C.

Acceptance
by S.C.C.

Sometimes in this game called life the hand you get dealt isn't the easiest one to play.
Sometimes we, or someone we know, reaches bottom.
When you're there only thing you can do is climb back up.
Light and dark,happy and sad, all happens for a reason or so they say...
Make the best of your hand no matter what because tomorrow could be too late, because you need to accept the good and bad...
Never give up and have some faith

Poem: 'Dream-grains' by Natasa Nikolic

Dream-grains
by Natasa Nikolic

There is a vision that plays out
inside my eyes sometimes
It starts with a wheezing,
a spray of light, after some time
I see a powder, seemingly mixing
within but never fully visible.

My imagination led me to believe
the dream element comes to me
and pushes down the top of my eyelids,
creating the illusion of movement.

Still, I have a problem with this vision
No matter how much the powder-like
substance mixes, no matter what happens,
I never get through to see the ending
This deceptively simple problem
fills me with unease and dread, even
A sense of foreboding...I wonder, at length,
how will it play out next time?

Poem: 'Wilt' by Koga Easter

Wilt
by Koga Easter

In the solace of serendipity, fate flutters by giving no gentle sound, no warning in the night.
A blessing perchance to you by me, if it’s said nay, nay, this will never be.
My hollow ache to your aimless wanderlust, flutter by unseen in passing.
Unsightly in our plight by day and by night, gale winds never to meet.
never to cast the cacophony brought by way of the storm in unison.
But a distant dream, but a faint imagined memory, a wish wasted with the fools folly.
For all which could not have ever been.
Wilt, wallow, and despair for that which you may never know.

Poem: 'Innamorare' by Kay Irvin

Innamorare
by Kay Irvin

With a wink, you shake my pain's rust
With a touch, you remove my scars
And turn it all to silver dust
Thrown to the universe for stars

I don't know how you do it
Picking flowers where shadows fall
Take my tears and make diamonds
With a glance, break down every wall

I know that I could be detrimental to your world
But you run circles 'round my excuses to let you in
It's a heady feeling, wanting more than I deserve
You make it easy for me to allow the draw and rush

(to fall in love)
(to fall in love)

You cast my fears off with a kiss
You keep the jackals bound by chains
Decorate old Hell with new bliss
Seduce like absinthe and champagnes

I don't know how you do it
Picking flowers where shadows fall
Take my tears and make diamonds
With a glance, break down every wall

I know that I could be detrimental to your world
But you run circles 'round my excuses to let you in
It's a heady feeling, wanting more than I deserve
You make it easy for me to allow the draw and rush

(to fall in love)
(to fall in love)
 

Poem: Untitled by Jillanna Babb

Untitled
by Jillanna Babb

I am the Ill-favored
Black Cat, sharing your shadow.
The Spider on your ceiling, protecting you.
The Mouse in your wall, hungry but waiting.
I was not wanted.
There is no place for me here.
Taking up space.
Using resources.
Making a mess.

Our land was stolen.
Our nature destroyed.
Yet still we survive, dreaming the World.

Poem: 'Netherworld Rapture' by Jerry Langdon

Netherworld Rapture
by Jerry Langdon, 2018

Ever since I touched that book
my reality has been severely shook.
This cold, bland place
bites deep into my essence.
Beaten by my own repentance;
ambushed as I pace.
Why am I here with this slime?
Justice is my soul crime.
Here in frigid darkness; I am the dirt.
Pain rains down upon me
until I can nolonger see.
I am broken and hurt.
As I succumb to the torture
I swear as darkness closes;
I see a light.
A door! Freedom from my rapture.
The pain never dozes
but I continue to fight.
I reach towards the light.
Lost in the maze
of these dark alleys
met by these junky scum.
I wander through the haze
of these derelict alleys.
Fearing the tortures to come.
They drive needles until I am numb.
But I see the light
and I fight.