By Michael Lee Johnson Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed at the Sistine Chapel ceiling- nose touching moist paint, body stretch out on a plank, bones held by ropes from falling- delirious, painting that face of Jesus and the Prophets … Continue reading Michelangelo: Painter and Poet (V2)
“Pride”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was. Prompt #10 The poet’s sin is pride because he believes … Continue reading “Pride”
Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Star Dust. _____________ Have you seen my soul I lost it in the night Falling from the heaven's Within God's guiding light A breath of air He did breathe Unto all in loving trust Becoming of a world anew Creating phenomenal star dust. Our endless love __________________ Yes my love, they are coming Like … Continue reading Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Untainted flowers. ___________________ Untainted flowers have come to rest Where love resides, within my chest A beating heart where once lacked light Beautifully grown, this garden in sight. Bright eye _____________ She may have wept his parted days, and sleepless nights a restless gaze Into starlight there above In countless mourning Of their love For … Continue reading Poems by Nardine Sanderson
“BAD MAN” and “BAD MAN 2”
By Marc Carver "BAD MAN" You have to be a bad man to be a poet you have to be disturbed you don't even have to know why but know that is why you can and if you ever find out it doesn't really help you or make you a better poet if anything it … Continue reading “BAD MAN” and “BAD MAN 2”
Loch Ness (Ian’s Night)
By Tricia Marcella Cimera On the banks of the Loch Ness the murderer Ian sees the Monster watching from the black-water edge. Ian is not fearful — he’s just killed his mistress (cried like a bairn) and blood fills his heart, his face a gray rock, cold as a grave. … Continue reading Loch Ness (Ian’s Night)
Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Bright eye. She may have wept his parted days, and sleepless nights a restless gaze Into starlight there above In countless mourning Of their love For dreams lay withered A flowers fool Drained of water, each tear ran dry But there lay fortunate With peaceful cry A galaxy known, to her bright eye. Beauty of … Continue reading Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Blue Heron. _______________ I had forgotten about the great blue heron, the strength of wings There gliding I had forgotten about the great day coming The sun so often providing I slept with dreams of unified stars And cradled features of the light And wept the longest Years thereafter Before the ending of the … Continue reading Poems by Nardine Sanderson
“Recitation”
By Thomas Page I’ve never read any of my poems in public. Not because I have some apprehension about sharing them in a room mixed of strangers and friends But just that I prefer people to read them themselves. I tend to write “closet poems” like many of the plays of the Roman language, … Continue reading “Recitation”
Eyeball Abacus
By James D. Casey IV writing on the mad notes all across the bottle . . . made of crystal ball chains and algebra . . . skipping beats on a dead rain cloud . . . counted on an eyeball abacus . . . when a god speaks I will … Continue reading Eyeball Abacus
