Month: January 2018

Can You Consider. Poem by Ananya S Guha

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Let not waves hamper
ripples do not matter
look, outside
cloud lines burst
 
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Little children play
hop skip
my heart beats
hops, skips then
weeps
 
3
 
Bullets are easy
to get
shooting is not
guns smoulder
clouds, which is
what
I do not know
 
4
 
I know only
that in your
love
there is fire
weeping
rain pouring
smoke smouldering
 
5
 
Do not tell me
that ashes are
ridden of hope
in father’s funeral
pyre,
I saw his face twitch
 
6
 
Journeying back
into time
is fast forward
in life.
 
 

Ananya S Guha has been born and brought up in Shillong, India and works in India’s National Open University, the Indira Gandhi National Open University. His poems in English have been published world wide. He also writes for newspapers and magazines/ web zines on matters ranging from society and politics to education. He holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding. He edits the poetry column of The Thumb Print Magazine, and has published seven collections of poetry.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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EVERYTING LOOKS LIKE WUN NAIL, A Poem by Joe Balaz

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It must have been da ovahload of anger
surging through his veins
 
along wit da effects of tequila
 
dat wen send da jousting knight
galloping down da highway
 
to stab wun oncoming classic Impala
right between da left double headlight.
 
Dat wuz part of da drama dat took place
out on da highway
 
foa everyone to see.
 
Coming down wun off ramp
 
Sir Catastrophe
took it even further
 
wen da hooves of his charger
wen trample ovah wun gaggle of baby geese
 
squashing dem all like bugs
into da pavement—
 
Not even wun windmill chasing Don Quixote
would have done dat.
 
Out of control
and out of his mind
 
da buggah wuz feeding
da heat of da moment
 
like wun swirling hurricane.
 
Dismounting on main street
in da suburbs
 
Lord-Holier-Den-Tao
wen pile it on
 
wen he wen draw his sword
 
and threatened to chop off da heads and arms
of people
 
dat wen go running and screaming
through da neighborhood.
 
Wen da police arrived
 
da suspect wuz seen
walking into wun house across da street
 
and he wuz easily identified
 
by the broken heart emblem
emblazoned upon his chest.
 
Wun officer talked to his fair lady
up in her bedroom
 
while assessing da damage
 
of wun door dat wuz kicked in
earlier in da day.
 
Anadah cop in da living room
made him write down wun statement
 
of wat transpired
in da tortured kingdom.
 
All da metaphors

and  da painful imagined scenes
of brutal chivalry
 
made as much sense
 
as trying to find da words
to explain wat happened.
 
You can conjure up
any kine of diversionary tale you like
 
but it’s still so sad
to finally realize and discover
 
dat wen you have
wun aggressive hammer
 
everyting looks like wun nail.

 
 
Joe Balaz writes in Hawaiian Islands Pidgin (Hawai’i Creole English) and in American English. He edited Ho’omanoa: An Anthology of Contemporary Hawaiian Literature. Some of his recent Pidgin writing has appeared in Unlikely Stories Mark V, Otoliths, and The Lake, among others. Balaz is an avid supporter of Hawaiian Islands Pidgin writing in the expanding context of World Literature. He presently lives in Cleveland, Ohio.
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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Hermit. A Poem by John Grey

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I inhabit a desolate, weather-beaten place
accessible only to sorrow,
a necessary dwelling of course
based on current situation and future prospects.
 
And perhaps I will succeed as a place-dweller
where the place doesn’t promise much,
and the horizon is cut off by bramble-cover
and I’ve just this small surface to occupy.
 
At this stage of life, no possibilities remain
and I have stiffened into a man
who is so accustomed to the silence,
now he is its biggest booster.
 
In my rooms, my companions are
a winter sun that shines bleakly,
a wish to be left alone so powerful
that no other wishes survive.
 
 
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Tau, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Leading Edge, Examined Life Journal and Midwest Quarterly.
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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Strength. A Poem by Holly Day

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Light pours in through a thin slit of a window
blood red sunset illuminates silver
bells, golden chalices, the empty
half-orb of a sterile baptismal font, black robes
casually tossed over the back of a chair,
a pair of wool slippers half-hidden by folds of cloth.
Faces of concrete angels strain from the walls, echoed
in smooth porcelain, glistening oil on cracked canvas.
Worn Persian rug covers hard
stone, fibers holding still the ancient trace
of sweat from hands straining to hold the threads
in place on a room-sized loom, invisibly
imprinted by knees crawling after dropped things
wanted things, lost things. Tiny pile of mouse droppings
in the shadow of a lost corner, they want things, too.
 
 
Holly Day has taught writing classes at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis , Minnesota , since 2000. Her poetry has recently appeared in Tampa Review, SLAB, and Gargoyle, and her published books include Walking Twin Cities, Music Theory for Dummies, and Ugly Girl.
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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Marys. A Poem by Mitch Grabois

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If I had my babies I would lay them in a crib
They would glitter like diamonds
My legs would splash through surf
sending droplets of pacific gism
to sparkle in the sun
 
When they fall on me
I am pregnant again
I am whole
I am invulnerable
to murderers and rapers
I am the Virgin Mary
protected by God
 
But there are so many Virgin Marys
bloody Marys
cross-eyed Marys
marys whose eyes are carbolic wedges of cheese
leprosy marys
revolving door marys
marys who work at convenience stores
marys whose lives are inconvenient
marys who died tens of thousands of years ago
and whose voices are reaching us
only now
marys on their backs in cheap motels
marys who were my roommates in the asylum
So many
 
I am hitch-hiking to my babies
I will arrive soon
 
 
Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over twelve-hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad, including POETRY LIFE AND TIMES. He has been nominated for numerous prizes. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and Nook, or as a Print Edition . To see more of his work, google Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois. He lives in Denver.
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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Tricks language plays. A Poem by Rajnish Mishra

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My daughter, eight, looked at me
with eyes: half-enquiring, half-afraid,
eyes with faith, half, at least,
and asked suddenly: Are we born again after death?
I looked at my wife. Our eyes met.
She smiled: that corners of the eyes,
so-it-did-happen smile, and I knew
it was not she who dropped
a hint to the child
of death or birth, or both.
I did not, I know. We don’t discuss death
at home, especially with children
awake or around: never with them around.
No, not death, the old enemy, no talks
in the recent past with anyone.
Death horrifies me.
 
So, I sat back,
took a pause,
filled my eyes with light and strength,
that fills the eyes of those
with half-faith, at least,
and told her boldly that half-lie:
‘No, you don’t have to die if you say no to death’.
I knew I was half-true.
Tricks language plays!
 
 

Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India. He is the editor of PPP Ezine, a poetry ezine. He has a blog on poetry, poetics and aesthetic pleasure: https:/poetrypoeticspleasure.wordpress.com.

 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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“No Home To Speak Of” A Poem by James Dennis Casey 1V.

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Bus fare destinations
Falling short
All these haunts of
Clockwork Orange
Dreams
 
Living behind
Courteous lies
That subdue the imagination
Waking up
A whole new
Creature
 
No home to speak of
Wearing travelers boots
And coins on eyelids
Fighting and fucking
My way through life
With no direction
Or destination
 
Blood made of whiskey
Lungs made of ash
There’s plenty to go around
When you live
In a dirty ditch
Feeling like nobody
Wanting to be somebody
 
 
©James Dennis Casey IV
 
 
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James D. Casey IV is a self published author of three volumes of poetry: Metaphorically Esoteric, Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine, and Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins. His work has been featured in print and online both nationally and internationally by several literary venues including Triadæ Magazine, Poetry Life & Times, Pink Litter, In Between Hangovers, Indiana Voice Journal, Beatnik Cowboy, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Leaf Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, Zombie Logic Review, Your One Phone Call, I am not a Silent Poet, Tuck Magazine, and Outlaw Poetry to name a handful. Links to his books, social network profiles, and other projects can be found on his website: http://louisianakingcasey.wixs ite.com/big-skull-poetry
 
​Rev.James Dennis Casey IV Ordained Dudeist Priest at Dudeism, the Church of the Latter-Day Dude
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo  visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author.  See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

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