| What If I Were a Shadowless Man? | What if I were a shadowless man,
marvelous work none could see,
no cameras that me could scan,
a hideous sight ‘twould be!
Would you my company try to seek,
or dodge me like a bullet?
Would you consider me a freak,
put away in some closet?
... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Deleted | Deleted... | Steve Dupere |
| Mystery of the Bend | Speak again, sweet autumn breeze, to quake the aspen's gold. Whisper once again your song, for I am weary-old.
Please reveal your mystic charms, before the winter's cold. Lead me to the water's edge to let my life unfold.
Smile, dear stream, for... | Phillip Albert King |
| Upside Down | Today the world is upside down;
The people smile when they should frown.
They claim to see when they are blind;
They hate to seek what they will find.
They show their teeth as I pass by;
They wish me well and hope I’ll die.
With flattering... | Richard Groff |
| You? | How long have I waited
for you to fall into my arms?
So I can hold you close,
and keep you from harm
Your smile brightens me
in my darkest hour.
What gave you the right
to have all this power?
You've taken my life
and turned it around,... | Nick Campbell-Clarke |
| The Significance of Difference | Life isn’t choosing from mere good and bad.
If that would be the case, we'd win the plight.
Instead we can’t but try and just feel glad
when things succeed, and they don’t cause a fight.
There is no creature fully in control,
and nature always stays... | Ludy Bührs |
| Chaotic Passenger | The Chaotic passenger is by my side
Whispering his desires as they rise
I look him squarely in his eyes
Where a familiar glare resides
I dismiss most of his concerns
Yet his insistent chatter returns
That reminds me of days long past
... | Anthony Fiorino |
| Love | I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never... | Milo Ely |
| Desiderata | They all crave, wish, desire and want
Badly--freedom in all its varied and
Wondrous glory:
The panhandlers, muggers, drug addicts
And drug pushers in a dead-end alley in
Downtown (where for some reason,
The grass is always green);
The old-black lady... | eliseo guerrero cer… |
| What We Fear The Most | What we fear the most:
The depths of our underworld.
Our own weakest spot.
That which lies within our soul.
That which haunts us in our dreams.
What we fear the most:
Is part of our legacy.
It is who we are.
Our royal inheritance.
Yet... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| I Danced With Calliope Last Night | I danced with Calliope last night,
while playing musically.
She with the harp, me with the flute.
I danced with her while dreaming.
‘Twas by the banks of Egypt’s Nile
that she and I were courting.
Anuket, Goddess of the Nile,
the two of... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Man in Search of Self | This is a preface.
Man’s appeal for salvation.
A psalm of David.
“Search me, O Lord,” the psalm’s plea.
“For you have scrutinized me.”
Omnipotent you.
Our Collective Unconscious.
As some label you.
With archetypal robing.
Ever remaining... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Alderamin Is Falling | A feeling as old as this tree I carve our names into.
It never fails, the memories burn with every branch.
This night sky never looked so bright in your warmth,
But I see our star is falling...
When did this heart get so jaded?
A... | Jimmy Ash |
| Just Because I'm Naked | Just because I’m naked
Gives you no right to stare
I have my wrinkles, bumps and bruises
I’m more than enough
I’m more than aware
Just because I’m naked
Doesn’t mean I want to flaunt
I have mirrors
I know what they mean
I stare too
Look... | Stacey Powells |
| Feeling Down And Out | Quietly minutes grew into hours, time choose not to wait, Leaving behind emptiness, a longing for you, my mate. Though we had been together, memories proved not enough. I hungered for satisfaction where two as one could love. I tried to ignore... | Gilda L McNeil-Perry |
| Choked Truth | With shrines merely built
as a camouflage
for not revealing the causing acts,
the past masks in sanity misfits,
and future hardships lie... | Ludy Bührs |
| Growing Love | Truly nourished in their early days,
the seeds of love prepare to spread its flame,
to care and lift with open arms in ways
that keep minds free from horrid fears and blame.
These seeds well fed, no minds will grow apart ̶
nor wary hearts that... | Ludy Bührs |
| Passage |
fulfilled is a man
before birth
but then he stands
alone
as one
lost
God
how intricate
he tries to suffice
break boundaries
while sticking to matter
he parries and wrenches himself
into unwanted twists
the...
| Ludy Bührs |
