1. Untitled by Jeremy Tracy

The misty mountain, majestic air
Above which the sun began to peek
we set up camp, in the dewey lair
hopeful words did we speak

dripping honey, beautiful, fair
You can find yet you must seek
Face the truth! Lay your burdens bare!
Trudge in the valley, step light on the peak

I urge you to trust because he does care
come to the water, those who are meek
Inherit that which is beyond compare
Hold to his strength while you are weak

2. My Best Friend Forever by Patricia A. Smith

I looked for You in strangers faces.
I looked for You unknown places.
I looked for You but to no avail
Then when all else did fail
I looked for You within my heart
And there found You carved
Not with sculptor tools; chisel and hammer
But with love; oh, so quietly without clamor.

3. Charybdis and Scylla by James Cosentino

This page of stars that flies at night
And sheets of wind on which I write
And all my small attempts to love
Aim sadly low with you above

The wind is warm that breezes by
Invites my gaze toward the sky
The night is calm, the stars are set
To bed, to sleep with dreams unmet

Among these stars, I see your face
Your eyes, your lips I long to trace
The subtle curve of countless smiles
Your cheek, your laugh that e’er beguiles

And on this night, I breathe your name
Unworthy, e’en, to mouth in shame
The hint of prayer, my vulgar voice
Arrested, gagged, denied of choice

Beyond this breath, I turn away
From you, my sky, this night my day
I turn in shame, to keep you bless’d
Untainted by my crass caress

But then, your word breathes by my ear
Your whispered plea enchants me near
And witness full your holy face
Behold the glory of your grace.

Humbled, slow, comes my reply
Without a thought of reasons why
One like you might call me near
Why me, with such a loathsome fear

“You can’t mean me in your appeal
You must mean one perhaps concealed
One, perhaps, more worthy than I
More worthy of you, with nobler eye.”

“No,” speak you with tend’rest breath
“Upon my life, until my death
‘Tis you, my love, I ever call
For only you my dance enthralls.”

And then, as if my heart’s delight
Could ne’er burst more before your light
My wand’ring step obeys your voice
My tongue now free, sings out rejoice

And from this night, for all my days
You are my church wherein I pray
The holy grail that guides my fire
That lights my path, that stokes desire

4. More Than a Memory by Sarah Chinavare

Dead, buried, gone
Now just a faded memory
Your chair sits empty
Your closet is untouched
Emotions stay bottled inside
I know she misses you
Even if she met someone else
It’s hard to forget your presence
The bushy, gray beard
The twinkle in your wide eyes
The aroma of smoke and coffee all around
I miss it all and I know she does, too
The big belly that hung over your pants
The painted toe nails you let me do
You were very special and dear to me
I miss you
Your dead, buried, gone
But I miss you
And to me you’re more than a faded memory

5. Ode to a Sailor by Sheila Blair

Yours is the moon that stirs my seas
to rise and flow ever toward you
Yours is the wind that with every kind breath
lifts me like a bird on the wing
Mine is the wellspring drenched with love
to quench you when you drink me in
My hearth your safe harbor
My breast your refuge
When love whispers you home
you will find me

6. What Can Be More? by Anita Baruwa

Sometimes mystic mountains
Someday in clouds I roam
A day wet in the rains
And then the long ride home.

Sometimes in deep sea
Someday ashore
A day in luscious lea
What can be more?

A star to gaze
Bit of the sky
My song to follow
And my craze
A sun up high
Good ground below
Ah my trees galore
What can be more?

Sometimes mystic mountains
Someday in clouds I roam
A day wet in the rains
And then the long ride home.

7. Once Again by Elizabeth D. Cook

once again i felt the emptiness
once again i prayed for comfort
once again, God reminded me
that He brought him back home…
home away from all the craziness…once again.

my young years have seen much death
my heart has endured much pain
but I wasn’t prepared for it
to hurt this deeply once again.

we never know and we cannot guess
when it is our time, our destiny
to lay our earthly bodies down
for lasting, eternal rest.

my heart is somewhat confused & very melancholy
remembering all that he was & is to me
nevertheless, my soul knows that he
is no longer burdened, depressed, or in misery.

he exists where angels and birds fly…
he can forever dance on an endless blue sky
his spirit is now at a restful peace
he relaxes with the Saints on a lovely royal seat

the angels, cherubims, and seraphims
rejoice with all the Heavenly host
that he is finally back home…
once again.

8. Mountain Morn by Glenn Smith

The mountain stirs early; swallows take to the air
foraging nervously for nourishment, and
trees swing in the breeze
to a silent aria.
The log cabins begin to take shape,
ram-shackled, dingy, and redolent of mold.
The stream glistening
in this first light.

The cedars are reflected
in the pellucid water that is
brimming with multicolored carp.
Nearby, a tanuki pokes its head
out of its concealment.
Believing the calmness.
Deceived by the lively forest.

9. His Green Space Chick by Teresa Bossino

She first turned up in Star Trek
I’m reliably informed,
And, once she shares her lips with you
You’ll be permanently warmed.

I am his Green Space Chick
Of that there can be no doubt.
I’ve kissed him almost everywhere,
Including on the mouth!

I am his Green Space Chick
I’ve stolen his big heart
There is no way on planet Earth that we
Could ever be apart.

I am his Green Space Chick
My love for him is true,
He makes me feel such happiness
in everything I do.

I am his Green Space Chick
and he’s made the World agree,
that I can now be part of it
Until eternity.

No longer am I alien
No longer am I strange,
We’ve undergone some sort of
photochemical exchange.

So, I’ll look after him forever
And love him tenderly,
For I am his Green Space Chick
From Star Trek on TV

10. Little Old Me by David Rissik

When I was young and decent
(Extroverted my mother would say)
The world lay before me
Like a field of dreams

Then people started hitting on me
I withdrew, dislocated, and hung out
With those who believed life
Had tossed them a bum deal

Art and the weed became
My constant companions
I cosseted them and they put their warm arms around me
And we still try to love one another to this day

Anyway, I persevered, somehow
Maintaining a semblance of balance
Between those upright citizens
And my bohemian ways

Surprisingly, to me and those around me,
In my fourth decade
I let my biological mission take control
And brought a beautiful baby girl into this world

Now I am thinking about taking the next step
And putting some other demons to rest
I am thinking about taking the next step
I am thinking about taking the next step

1. Empty House by Ron Ricottone

A house so empty, yet full of dreams
My youth gone by, of love and play
Now reduced to garden – under skies of gray
I need, I need – what is it so?
Reflections of my happier days……

I sense you woman, in my garden green
I feel your love – in my soul so keen
I sing your faithfulness and kindness so
I trust your goodness
For that I know — oh that I know……

2. The Moon is My Cradle by Emily Comer

The moon is my cradle.
Through the long night;
The stars are my handmaids,
Lending their light.
The planets, my sisters, are dancing with joy,
To see the soft slumber
Of each girl and boy.
The earth is my slippers,
Heaven’s my crown;
And the air in between is
My shimmering gown.
The sky is the page
Where my portrait is drawn;
The sun is my mother,
And I am the Dawn!

3. Triskaidekaphobia by Jane Scott

Gone were the days
When the dreaded number 13 struck
A chord of distrust in my heart.

My mother chopped her finger
Instead of the chops for dinner.
It was on Good Friday, the 13th.

I was only a child when I learned
Of the story. Intrigued by the widely
Visible scar and lopsided tip

Of her index finger, I had to ask
The reason that caused
Such visual vulgarity.

I was for a time ambivalent
Towards this number though
My brother always swore

To its propitious charm.
It often brought him luck
In his business dealings,

So he claimed, but I could never
Recall the so-called windfall.
Then I met my husband

Who was born amidst a snow
Storm on the 13th of March.
He too believed in the number’s

Good fortune, which sent my mind
To a journey of more questioning.
But then I also watched movies like

Friday the 13th with its countless
Remakes and blood curdling
Sequences which sent me further

Into a tumultuous spin.
Just before Valentine’s Day
On Friday the 13th, I had to go

Under the knife due to a cancer scare.
Coming out from a deep sleep, feeling
Sick from the anaesthetic and

Looking like an alien predator
With tubes sprouting all over me,
That’s it! This episode has shattered

This unshakable myth for me.
I have grappled with the wily ghost
Of this obtrusive number.

And I’ve had enough wrestling
With the fearsome number 13.
Free from its unsettling grip, and

Heaving a deep sigh of relief,
From now on, this is just
Another number for me.

4. The Language Wreck by Rod Tanner

“She just reeked of poetry,” whispered the first one with a sad nod of head.
“I know. I could smell it on her breath,” the second one finally said.

“She may have been over-versed. We don’t really know.
She had spent the evening slamming Longfellow, Keats and Poe.”

“It is a mystery to us all how the poem even survived.”
“I heard that she left the page doing a hundred and twenty-five.”

Dented adjectives and mangled adverbs make up this pitiful text
To demonstrate how terrible was the massive language wreck

“She wouldn’t listen to me. I told her a million times
This is what can happen when you try to drive and rhyme.”

5. In One Moment by Anna Domini

Smile…
Be happy
And thank God
For every moment and
For every day.

Life…
Once careless
And seemingly safe,
Can change in single blink
And run the other way.

Despair…
Then shock and anger,
Reality too dreadful
To accept and realize –
All’s gone, all’s different…
Nowhere left to stay.

Scream…
The fight with nothingness
And blaming everything,
Accept the healing
Brought by emptiness
As temporary peace within.

Remorse…
My life, my everything…
What have I done?
Why me? I beg and cry –
Don’t leave us,
Help us, God –
That’s all one has to say.

6. A Dragon Fest by Laura Johnson

Up above, among the clouds,
Graceful creatures in a crowd.
Wings of gold and ash-grey eyes,
Above the earth they like to fly.

Hidden by the rays of light,
They take part in games of flight.
With flames that lick the gentle dew,
These displays might spark near you.

Scales of rubies, priceless jewels.
Caring eyes of silver pools.
None believe the sight they see,
Dragons soaring, always free.

Once they settle on the ground,
There are dragons all around.
The stories that these creatures share,
Make you wish you had been there

Other life joins in the fun,
Under both the moon and sun.
Dancing starts around the flames,
Amusement is a dragon’s game.

Riddles are a second feat.
Twisted words that none can beat.
If you pass a dragon’s test.
You’ll be seen among the best.

Then, the journey starts once more.
To spread the word of dragon lore.
If you’ve seen a dragon fest,
Then your life will be at rest.

7. On Being Still by Archan Mehta

Be still
And you will find
Peace of mind.

Be still
And know the wisdom
In moving slow.

Be still
And discover your dream
Life is not what it seems.

Be still
And find
Your own, intelligent mind.

Be still
In order to understand
Your life can be a magical land.

Be still
And, for a change,
Realize your potential
And increase your range.

Be still
Did you find bliss there?
If not,
You are not likely
To find bliss anywhere.

Be still
Bruce Lee was right
To relax
In the middle of a fight.

Be still
Stop the frenetic pace
And escape
From the rat-race.

Be still
Chew your food slowly
Your action is holy.

Be still
Listen to the silence
And to the inner voice
Which tells you to rejoice.

Be still
Open your heart
And broaden your mind
Freedom’s voice is kind.

8. Seasonal Alliteration by Kelly Babcock

Spring sings
Summer sizzles
Autumn settles
Winter sleeps

I go on
Year by year
Heartache fades
Love keeps.

9. Anguish by Tarun K Soni

Anguish, when you touch me,
I welcome you politely
My soul will feel a bliss because
I am consistent to your feeling
because I am yours

It is my frank advise that
condense your effect,
but that too will be accumulated by me

A cordial invitation to you always because,
You must search some one………
And remember I am always alone… alone…
And I am yours

10. We All Bow by Robert F. Epps

One cold day, a few decades ago,
With a very stern voice you told your daughter – No!

She had a baby boy that she didn’t plan for,
She was beautiful and young, and considered him a chore,

Your words that day saved his life the first time,
It would not be the last, for God had him on His mind,

She kept her son, to keep him from you,
That day a bond was created between us two,

You laughed as you said, you did some praying for me,
When I was close by, or in Antarctic for operation Deepfreeze,

You always knew when I was in trouble,
You would pray before God and be humble,

With the heart-lung machine off and my heart stopped,
You were there watching as my spirit man dropped,

For thirty-five minutes, I was clinically dead,
But God had a plan, He placed it in your head,

He used you again, to give me life,
Upon placing it back in my body, you knew everything was alright,

I’d come by to see you and you’d look in my eyes,
Without saying a word, you’d flash that beautiful smile,

The Lord has kept my life, through your hands,
You’re gone now and before Him you stand,

I’ll see you again a short time from now,
When we all stand before Jesus, and we all bow.

1. To Youth by Betty Harcourt

Across the miles I heard your cry —
I turned aside to see your face
But only a shadow passed me by
And there was emptiness in its place.

Was I too late? Should I have raced?
Why did you cry then turn your face?

“Was there anything I could have done?” I cried
Probably not, but I would have tried.

I reached out to touch you—
once more you passed me by.
Yet I still could hear a faint, distant cry.
I wept—What is your inner strife?

Will you live a full or have a wasted life?

Even though I knew the answers lie within,
For each of us fear our hidden sins.
What a shame we cannot buy or give to one another
Salvation, peace of mind and knowing all
Men as our brother.

Alas! All of this is free
For everyone, including you and me.

Then why do we wait? What is wrong?
Do we prefer discord to a melodious song?

2. Advice From a Tree by Cathy Rotunda

“Are you the person you aspired to be?”
I asked the tall, strong maple tree.
It did not reply.
It stood there and sighed,
“You have to ask? You cannot see?”
“See what? I’m looking, but do not know
Just what your plans were long ago,
When you were young,
When you first begun
Your life’s long journey toward the sun.”
“Young woman, step back!” the tree remarked.
“You’re way too close to my bark.
My cracks are wide
And no longer hide
The sap that’s oozing from deep inside.”
“Don’t look too close, lest you will see
My pain, the stains, the cacophony,
Which are all too often
Quickly forgotten
As they should be,” explained the tree.
“Climb to the top of that yonder hill,
And then continue on further still,
Then you decide
Where to abide
Cultivating your own pace and stride.”
“What kind of advice is that?” I cracked.
“It’s lacking in any warmth and tact.
“I ask, you see,
‘Cause I believe
My life’s not going as it could be.”
“Could, should, would? What nonsense is this?
You people think life should be nothing but bliss!
You want some advice?
You’d better think twice
About setting your sights on everything nice.”
“Establish some roots while reaching for stars.
Shed the dead, shake off the bizarre.
Shelter the weak,
And all the while tweak
Your growth rings of nourishment while reaching your peek.”
“But if you believe you must ask of a tree,
About life and growth and how to be free,
Don’t look too close.
Trust me, it’s gross.
You’ll see nothing but bugs if you hold me too close.”
“But Tree,” I replied, “You surely must know
How astounding you are in the spring or the snow.
I’m surprised you’re so gruff.
From down here you seem tough.
You’re so big and so strong and must have the right stuff.”
“Now you’ve got it,” the tree said, sounding protective.
“What’s important are not parts, but instead, the collective.
It’s the overall vision
Of all my decisions
That displays my success you’ve tried to envision.”
“So look not at the details in those you admire.
Contentment and happiness are things you require,
If you want to have hope
You weren’t known as a dope
By your friends at the end of life’s long, slippery slope.”

3. Remnants by Hannah Leckebusch

The world is cold through her eyes: bitter, grey.
Ice and steel,
wrenching pain and spite,
and the distant melodies of sorrow among the ashes.
Memories that surround her still, as a charred whirlwind,
engulf her in a hollow sympathy.
The horizon is hazy, clouded with returning tears.
A riddled future, and the past still taunts her;
Its glare overshadows the plains where once she trod.
The resonance of such a look evokes an aura of fear,
and chokes the remnants of hope that linger within.
These shredded souls are now scattered into the void,
for the world is jeering, marred and bitter,
so bitter.

4. Birthmark by Katherine Denison

If your mother, or your grandmother,
or your lovely aunt,
someone who holds you close in laughter
and swears devotion,
if this woman wears a birthmark over her face
like a whispering silk scarf,
if this wing of color and this promise of surprise
sweeps from under her hair, across her lips,
flowing under her sturdy jaw, purple, powerful,
would you never be satisfied with symmetry,
would you turn away from flatter plains of unstreaked flesh,
crave lovers with dancing veins on one leg,
with a gash inside one thigh,
with a swath of charred skin running along
the western hillocks of the spine?
Would what you love become the standard of your search,
the measure of your breathlessness,
the gait of your heart’s fast trot through blind woods?
Would you always wonder, in befuddled fury,
why you drive toward erratic form, to shapes
that sway and will not bend to reason?
Would you in your groping, take in the lame,
or decorate with shards and findings, none whole?
Would you wear one unmatched clip, one fine Italian shoe,
swing your hair sharply to the left side, shave the right?
Would you wonder, in the breezes of one open window,
how you can find that balance in imbalance,
that disconcerting perfect flow across the face of love?

5. Stormy Night by Arjun Puri

Branches sway, leaves fray,
The trunk shudders and groans
Raindrops sting, power lines swing,
The wind howls and moans
Hard falls the rain
Fast spreads the stain
The purple night swells like an angry ocean
Battered by waves of pain

Clouds scud by, a tempest on high
The sky flashes incandescent
Memories burn, thoughts churn
A heart beats reminiscent
Seven colours that bind
The restless kind
Are hard to see
In a world gone blind

6. Another Day by Scott G Schoenknecht

Cherish the days you spend in love
For the moments are fleeting with nothing left
But the memories in your heart of fonder days
That started oh so innocently with a smile that was surely meant for another
Knowing all too soon the path you must take
Betrayed by wisdom, desiring only to grasp the delicate bud
That is beginning to reach towards the sun for its turn at life
All the while hoping only to embrace the gentle warmth of friendship
It begins with a glance, an unspoken word, the sound of a voice
A careless touch so soft that merely it’s thought alters the coldest of hearts
Into that which men refuse to confess, even unto themselves
And suddenly, what seems a lifetime of diversion turns into thoughts of lust and passion
How enticing this surreal thing called love,
Like flickering candles dancing on a bedroom wall
Silently exposing shadows that one can almost touch, only to gradually disappear
As what once was one now sadly become two again
Cherish the days you spend in love
For the moments are fleeting with nothing left
But a hole in your heart from memories of fonder days
That ended so innocently with a smile that was hopelessly meant for another.

7. Word For You by Virginia Gozali

Never have I imagined
I would fall this deep
The wide ocean and the height of the mountain
can’t defeat my love for you~

The softness of your eyes
As if singing me a lullaby
Bringing me the love
that I’ve never felt before

Your voice that echo in my dream
as if telling me that
I’ll be yours forever.
Your touch makes me believe
that tomorrow will be our future

Your smile makes me realize
that this world is worth living.
I am touched
by the warmth of your heart

I didn’t realize
that my feelings
will grow bigger and bigger

I didn’t realize
that my love for you
has awaken the real me

I didn’t realize
that actually I live in my own dream.
The dream that my mind create
the endless happiness that I want to feel

I didn’t realize
that broken heart
would be this hurt
the aching inside my heart,
the big hollow inside me,
that ripped my heart inside out

I didn’t realize
that the hurt I felt,
the ache I have,
made me can’t cry nor feel

I have now realized
that actually your heart and my heart
will never meet each other
we are two souls that have our own journey

for we are…
143,5 cm apart

8. My Truth by Clara Freeman

We say karma to unexplained things
Faith as small as a mustard seed…mama’s favorite words
When he came to visit me
there had been weeks into
sleepless nights of turmoil
holes punched into the walls of my truth
questions lay unanswered
heavy upon a chest alive with
images gone array…

I remember awakening to a presence
soothing,
ethereal/permeating
my bedroom walls painted white
Was I imagining this shapeless/ formless mist of movement hovering about?

The pinch is real upon my flesh
my eyes focus around the room’s interior
Everything is as it should be.
I feel not afraid
intuitively aware; This essence were not angels sent at his command,
but something yet not explained…

No brevity of calm … lingering, soothing, reminders
of my faith…
that I am a member of his flock.
He came of his own accord,
to comfort me,
Tell me: “Peace… be stilled child!”

This morning I am awakened
by a gentle nudge
March 1st…my mother’s birth into life.
Her angel spirit encouraging me to rise
It’s time! she whispers…

I’m making coffee in the wee hours . The coolness of kitchen tile greet bare feet.
After four years I remain humbled by his visit
HE is my shepherd.
He keeps a watchful eye.
It’s time …

9. Washed Away by Leonora Pinto

the clouds were throwing tantrums at her
their waters swallowed a drink of her
a lap of ankles a sip of knees a slurp of waist a gulp of breast
her colours ran
and joined their rivers of grey
and she’s forgotten
how to make a paper boat
and float away to dolphin games
but she still has bubbles left

10. Status Quote by Paul Fraser

My friends, my dear friends, are so very well read
They start off their sentences with “Oscar once said…”

or “To paraphrase Shaw…and “Shakespeare said it best…”
They will quote whole books with which they were impressed

They recite morning, noon and night, their capacity is amazing
They can recall an epigram for every occasion

But for once, just once, be it collectively or alone,
I wish they’d have an original idea of their own

1. The Road Not Taken by K Alexander

What road is this of stone and strife?
What pain has built can hearts ignite?
Love is here then it is gone.
We curse the lost forever,alone.

Of our glory days together gone by
we talk and smile and in private we cry
“God,what have you done?”Why,why,why?”
Give me a taste of happier days gone by.

Broken here with out direction
No love for me – no love for me
No sun to warm,the wind sings a durge
You took my love, forever,was your word.

My heart is cold my feet are stone.
My bed no comfort when I am alone.
My soul my wealth my body too
they are bitter, broken and of no use.

The road I chose, the one I walk
is miles and miles of pain and dark.
Where does love grow when no ground will sooth?
Where does the heart put down new roots?

My heart is breaking no love I see.
My body will not give up their memory.
The spirit fumbles to rise and praise.
This road is endless both night or day.

That rose you left for me to see.
The one just barely surviving by our tree.
It spoke to me this empty morn.
It said your name and bowed forlorn .

I stopped to hear more it would say.
I wandered close, had my sanity strayed?
Could this tender flower know more then I?
More then me, of higher mind and power.

Again the breeze went by and sighed.
The trees bowed too at the knowing flower.
Beauty it breathed and its love I felt.
No form, no kiss, but passion of an ilk.

Love grows here by my old oak tree.
Love grows where you want it to be.
The road we chose was meant for two.
Now alone, I know just what to do

The road not taken, banned from our talk
is the one left for mourners to walk.
Love does not die but lets us grieve.
Love lives and heals,a blessed reprieve.

2. You by Rohit Singh

A moment of passion, a moment so blue,
I would have slept forever, had the night been you,
A smile of your eyes makes me gay,
A twinkle in your eyes makes my day,
A song on my lips, a still in my arms,
A wish in my heart , all of them had your charm,
you kissed my lips but you touched my heart,
A tear in your eyes and I would set the world apart,
A cushion besides me takes a breath or two,
I give her every ease thinking it was you,
Its only you I need to gaze the star,
as you are my sight to look so far…

3. These Ancient Mountains by Maartje Oppel

I´m riding the bus back home
a sodden, flat landscape whizzing past
But I am thinking of how ancient these mountains are
No matter how modern we are
riding the bus
These mountains are ancient
They were formed when the earth was still young
It doesn’t matter where we are
Or if we think about mountains at all
These mountains will remain ancient
So be at ease
You don´t have to worry anymore
Sleep deeply knowing this
These mountains are ancient

4. The Firmament by Janice Gainer

I wandered inertly along the sea coast
The earth came drolling upon me dear
I listened with all ears as a host
My eyes were shut out from vision of fear.
As the waves were coming in,
I had an aversion for sin.
The disapprobation of all around,
Seemed to conciliate all to be found.
What could this vociferation be?
Could it not be converting me?
The sun tried to thwart me from all doubt
That this was the beleaguers of all about
It left no appall on me
For as it was, I couldn’t see.
The unfaltering sky from above,
Seemed as though to whisper a word of love.

5. Be Still by Cindy Story

I’ve seen a glimpse into the lake trees
Covered blanket shore it slowly reveals one’s self
The moon the sun set on the reflection- shore
People pass to look a silent ripple of the wave
The wind whispers it’s name
A quiet whisper shhh no more
A look around – no one around
A sound of relief
A secret, a big exhale. Breathe life again
I look across the horizon to see a reflection, Come, come be still
Listen no more to the rage the torrent, the crazy no more
Please, Please, be still.. Look unto the horizon- see yourself the Beauty the still.
God… Has giving the Universe… Still
Please be silent please be still

6. Flipping it on the Dipper by Calvin Prestwich

If you decide to flip it on the dipper one day
You really have to wonder which way
Your life goes up or down,
Because flipping it always brings you back around,
Or maybe right or left the dipper will leave you with nothing left.
Either way flipping it gets you around.
When the dipper flips there’s no telling
The your life is very compelling.
Life isn’t what is seems,
The flipper dips in your life and turns it into a dream.
Scary as it may seems,
Ones goal in life is but to flip it on the dipper.
When Jack The Ripper was at his best,
It was the flipping on the dipper that brought him to rest.
The best is the best but when the time comes,
Flipping it on the dipper can leave you with all thumbs.
Really that’s all right as long as you put up a FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!!
Just remember one thing, when you are in trouble do what my friend and I do.
Stay true to the dipper.

7. Untitled by John Kipling Lewis

birchous slender felted cove.
knock tick-tock a cocking load.
ferrous crafted hafted shout.
fibrous clotted sauna spout.
splendorous pollack petal spray.
emancipating conscious grey.
whisper marbled vented cruft.
slumping silent scented snuff.

8. Oh my only! by Hana Al- Bayyati

Oh my only son!
Could you tell me why?
You like to say high
To my tears
And goodbye
To my smiling days
If this, to have my care
How would you dare
Making me share
Your cheating there
Where is your ear
When I asked you to be near?
Where are my tips?
When you hide them behind your ribs.
Tell them to go up to your mind
The ribs are not kind
The ribs are bars of prison
My tips are sweet, not poison
Ambition is my aim.
You have no shame
To tell me you need no fame,
And your carpe diem
Has no place in your heart
When I asked you to be right
To God I pray
Day after day,
Night after night
Show my son the way
That leads to the ray
Of shining ambition.
Let him start
His first steps in Art.
When you tear me apart,
I ask God
To make you sick.
God answer
My prayer.
You are sick,
God’s punishment is so quick
‘Sorry mum’ is not enough,
When your words are rough.
When you cough,
My chest cries enough.
The peasants in my heart plough
To God I pray:
“These are not words of heart,
These are words of anger”
When my son is in danger,
Satan dwells in his min:
‘Tell your Mom and Dad
You are as free as birds
To choose your words,
To choose your friend.
Tell your Mom and Dad
Why you are sad. Your mum and Dad
The good and bad,
And let you alone
In this world.’
Oh my only son!
You are to me the moon,
You are to me the sun,
You are to me the noon
You are the only one,
From Mom and Dad has run.
Oh my only son!
To Mom and Dad
You should run.
A new day
Has begun
With love and joy
Oh my only son!
Oh my only son!

9. Shapes by Tanja Cilia

Ellipse, evolute, vertex and curve,
Humdrum circle or ricochet swerve
Astroids or cusps, arcs or sectors;
What have those got to do with vectors?
Curvature, cone, Cartesian plane…
Oval, deltoid… what’s in a name?
Geoid oscillation, pedal, radial, rose…
What on earth do I know of those?
Hypocycloid, cruciform, Sierpinski carpet…
Inverse tangent or Apollonian gasket?
Snowflake, hypercube, space-time dimension
Pressured, gauged, or under tension?
Trammel of Archimedes, planes, rotations -
Congruence, right angles, equivalence relation;
Conchoid curve, Orthoptic, Lemoine hexagon,
Triangle, star or good old pentagon.
Crescent, rhombus, magatama, square,
Caustic curves, salinon, ying-yang or sphere!
About whichever’s the shape that you talk,
Basically, it’s taking a line for a walk!

10. I can’t and I won’t by Sudharm Baxi

I can’t and I won’t,
Won’t because of my ego,
Can’t because of hers,
I face this dilemma, not
due to God’s blessings
or some devil’s curse.

This is my life, and
I hereby declare:
I choose
booze over muse,
apathy over empathy,
bile over smile,
plight over light,
and finally
knife over life.

My ego, comes
in my way,
whenever I try
to patch the bay.
My attitude finds an
alternate path and
jumps into the oceanic ego
just to have another
self-soothing bath.

Once I’ve had that bath,
I am the master,
I am the king but
she does not have
a slightest inkling.
She still feels I am
humble, modest and
sweet at heart.
But hey girl!
I have also learnt
that art.

The art that is famous
and is widely seen,
amongst the teen.
Now, I too can bitch,
I too can dump,
I too can let my morale
face a sudden slump.

So girl stay away
and be aware coz’
I don’t give a damn now
and I don’t even care.