Poem: Sweet Benedictions

 

Twilight fades at the horizon.

Night is born

like baby Lord Krishna,

in a dark storm.

Winds whistle. We jostle

on a boat in the giant arms of the ocean.

Whales, starfish, and seahorses plunge

into waves of unrest.

Water splashes in my face,

gushes inside the rocking boat.

Dark memories of yesterday spill in, chilling my spine.

Humanity is parched for life like

miles and miles of cracked cement.

A passing boat’s lingering siren

hollers to the Seven Wonders of the World.

Clouds open their gates,

mystic beasts of wonderland roar and

the sun’s sweet benedictions fall to the earth.

The lighthouse flickers in sight.

I step from the boat

with bare toes into sinking sand,

shaking my wet hair, dropping to my knees.

My soul calls out in prayer:

      Restore peace, unity, and healing

     in this torn, rugged land.

                                    by     Aruna Gurumurthy         

Poem: Co-op Gardening

I did my part -

Sketched a plot

Amended the soil

Dug a trough

 

Embedded the seeds

Pre-emerged

Watered and fed

Mulched in hope

 

Now it’s up to                                                        

Heaven’s part

To provide what

I cannot –

 

Rays of sun

Nutrients of earth

Showers of rain

For flowers of blessing

                                           From  Seasons in the Garden By Sandra Fischer

Poem: Damn You

You have no right to be in my dreams.

The house we would build on the hill.

Clearing thorn trees and loving the view.

Then going away.

Not having the will

That makes dreams real.

Damn you.

You have not right to be in my dreams.

But whenever I am on the hill, the dream is there,

And you are in it.

Damn you.

                                by John R. Dykers, Jr.  

Poem: The Unkind Offering

Intense kitty bemoans the loss,

The mouse in the house just got tossed.

“I’ll find a rat or fat bunny.

I’ll leave it some place, not so funny.”

 

                                             by rick bylina

 

Poem: Spring Comes

 Zealously invading

Winter’s cold with its promise

Gnats hatch to swill in warm light

Sap swells into buds

 

Feebly, worming its

Presence into Winter’s wrath

Smoothing wind’s bite until

Only lone flakes remain.

 

Slowly limping until

Stems push dirt aside, petals emerge,

And Spring tumbles in on thunderheads

Spreading its promise in humid air

 

Enduringly, heeding the

Calls of recreation,

The ancient prayers of life, Spring

Lingers in warm breezes and heavy dews.

 

                                              by Carol Phillips

Poem: EN LA BASURA

Hot dinner with you

Laughing, talking, sharing

Good things we love

You ask where it is

The overly sweet

Overly melted

Burnt sugar drivel

Es en la basura

Con tus mentiras

You accuse me

You throw

A tantrum

You distract

You insist

That it's all my fault

 You are drunk

And lying

You gave away my spirit

You gave away

 My time

My Life

To some some drunken

Wide thighed

Cajoling stranger

Who plays with your guilt

The way a fisherman

Plays with his dinner

Before he skins it whole

And says

I thought we had an understanding

                               by Patricia K Phillips

Poem: On the River

                                                                                  

Two older boys and me, loaded with gear

Came to the Green River in nighttime.

We trolled the river and laid out some lines

And water was over my chest at times.

It was a year like any other year.

 

Our forests lost and farmland gone to seed,

We caught some fish and cooked them on a fire

Watched the water and talked about desire

Howled at the moon and called each other liar

while Nixon wept and televised his greed

                                           by Gary Phillips