Falls - By Greg Cameron

Falls

the water sweeps over the rocks
one tree peers tentatively over the edge
at the top
a pool at bottom - looks deep
she sits on a blanket
opening a lunch basket
blinking her eyes at you
seeming nude in spirit
if not in fact
you're reminded of something
high cultural
but who needs high culture
when a bird wheels away
with a joy you'll never know?
one cloud dots the sky
with chubby insolence
as if to say
"here I am, bud!"
and a Yank gets out of his car,
says,"what you going?"
and you say "nothing"
because nothing is what is going on
nothing is all you need
you could fall into the sky
sink to the bottom of the pond
and a dog spills out of the
Yank's car
and sniffs the green
garbage can.....


- Written by: Greg Cameron

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THE TRUTH WITHIN - By Sylvia Salima

THE TRUTH WITHIN

The Violin in his hand, His mind is at a far
The tears held within the winds resemble his sorrows
The strength in his voice, the pain in his soul
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

The smiley face fades like the watery paint
The thought hit him like a dream in broad daylight
Patient was his virtue, but sorrow was to overcome
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

His silence got the best of him
Now his pain cant be faded by her words
He would rather hold her than leave her,
His words wont change her mind
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

She was a treasure worth keeping
but the wrong treasure for him 'she once said
Healing the truth, Healing the wounds
Regret is unbearable, Time is at its essence
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

Sometimes the truth makes us walk away without a word
Sometimes it avoids us hurting the treasures in our lives
The best he hopes times forgives him
But it never does it reminds him the constant mistakes of his silence.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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POEM - By Virginia Nzioka


POEM

One thing I shall bequeath
To this gorgeous World
One thing I shall share
With the descendants of Eve
The eloquence of poetry
The richness of the Stanzas
That compose poem

Flows with beauty
Oozes with creativity
Sharpened by poetic language
Interwoven with poetic wisdom
To provide leisure
With such an ease
That compose poem

I shall handover
The writs of my poem
To the readers of poetry
With this my request
They unearth the hidden jewel
The natural soother of hearts
That compose poem

The pages of poetry
The diversity of ideas
The simplicity of my poem
Shall be the inheritance
To be distributed to my poetry heirs
To compose another poem

-Written by:  Virginia Nzioka

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Lost & Found - By Mani J.


Lost & Found

Became someone else, for someone else,
And in the process,  I lost myself,

Played so many parts, your world my stage,
And in the midst of it all, I lost myself,

Pushed so hard, just to see your smile,
And through it all, I lost myself,

Sat and wondered, what I had done,
And in that moment, I had lost myself,

But I came to my senses, and let you go,
And with that strength, I found myself,

I went back to the role I was born to play,
And with that spark, I found myself,

I remembered the ones who made me smile,
And within a laugh, I found myself,

I found a heart, that's made of gold.
And with that love, I am now, myself.

-Written by: Mani J.

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I Listen for the Water - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman


I Listen for the Water

I listen for the water
and for a moment
it is Christmas eve
filled with anticipation
the present of you,
unwrapped from your robe into our bed
still steamy, moist and warm
residue from a long day expunged
sterilized, freshened, reborn
into my arms, cupping my body
your breath light on my neck
after so many nights alone
hearing cars go by
airplanes overhead
the television murmuring
in the flat above
The purr of the refrigerator
from the kitchen
until now
I am in bed before you and
the shower announces your arrival
with the applause of raindrops
- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman
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Naive - By Christina Barningham




Naive

I can’t help, but notice how you push me around,
You force my emotions to escape your sight.
So you don’t have to ask me, if I’m alright.

I’m so confused.
Whose selfish, me or you?
Right now I honestly don’t have a clue.

You’re nothing, but shadows,
Monsters lurking all around me.
Sometimes I wish I could just be free…

- Written by: Christina Barningham

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Spectacles - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman


Spectacles

Iconic
Those specs that don’t flatter
your face or anyone’s
except maybe Buddy Holly
or Malcolm X
certainly not you with
insecure bleached hair
splayed down the middle
exposing dark roots of
counterfeit and caprice
I observe you sitting in a natty hotel
in this fly part of town
where all the other black-rimmed
trendies revel in retro relevance
graffiti artists, cameramen,
tattooed imbibers,
bespoke boot makers
wear flashback floral skirts
and crotchet collars
taken from grandmother’s closets
cassette tapes swinging from around
your necks and stacked one on top of
the other as wallpaper in bar bathrooms.
A generation of Warhol wannabes,
pop art making spectacles,
repeating frames
circling Old Street roundabout.

-Written by:  Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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