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Killing the Tigers. Poem. RC de Winter

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1A SPRING EASTER TWIT AVI





there are not many
like me left in the world
fierce loners
wishing only to be
free to live the life
we are meant for

not long ago
we roamed
unmolested
scorned by some
ignored by most
but free - free!
wandering at will
on the periphery
of homogenization
able to live
by our talents
and our wits

then quietly
the roundup began
the truthtellers
first followed by
the crazy the poor
the sick the old
and all the others
who could not be cogged
into the great machine
built by the
worldwide worshipers
of mammon

my glorious fur
matted and dull
from being confined
in this small space
(prescripted by
bureaucratic souls
in bespoke costumes
paid for in blood
sucked from slaves)
with ragged claws
i tear at invisible bars
that separate me
from my natural terrain

if i were free to find
the empire poachers
who boxed me up
it would be
a fierce quick end
for those abductors



but dawn comes

and with it

great gray tumbrels

to carry us


useless scribblers and daubers

dangerous malcontents

prophets and nonbelievers

away


© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved


 


RC deWinter is a photographer, digital artist, poet, essayist and singer-songwriter currently living and working in Haddam, Connecticut. She has been shooting photos for over 25 years, using both traditional and digital SLR equipment. Her digital work is created using a variety of software and includes oil paintings, watercolor sketches and drawings. 


Her work has appeared in print, notably in Uno: A Poetry Anthology, Pink Panther Magazine, Arts Creation Magazine, The Sun Magazine,2River View, Poetry Nook, Garden Tripod and The American Muse as well as in many online publications. 


In additionto her personal online portfolios, Ms. deWinter’s art is exhibited on of several internet-based showcases, including The Trillium Gallery, Saatchi Online, ARTbracket, The Art for Cancer Gallery, Copperflame Gallery, b-uncut and Artists, Writers and Photographers in the Raw. ABC has licensed several of her paintings to be used as set decor on the television series Desperate Housewives.


Ms. deWinter is honored to be the first digital artist invited to exhibit her work at an October 2011 solo show the Arts of Tolland Gallery in Tolland, Connecticut.




 




 

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Transitus Veneris. Poem. Audio. Howard D Moore.
		

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the calculus of certainty






upon a rotational spin,


 a speck in space and time


 such vast circumstances


 reduced to the precision of man-made clocks;


 we see beyond sight


 reckon beyond our reach, measure


 vague ponderables–


 reason is a lever, long enough


 to heft the weight of time


  


 and Venus


  


 so few days apart after so many years in wait


 love and loss, heart filled, heart empty


 when life is a day glowing like the Sun


 from rise to setting , to the spike of light


 wisped away,  last hiss of a candle


 pinched to blackness by the sea.


 When you sit near stars that love us from afar


 when you are Love, when I want you near


 yet you are distant and the end of day


 comes to clear the slate I have been given.


 When you travel across the space of my heart


 and life lifts away, into the space of


 mysteries without solution


 when you are yet Love, and I


 am soon gone; 


  


 and Vee-nus!


  


 a name so old, it brings the face


 of forgotten Gods, when


 ruins were young, when an ancient word


 finds new dark-skinned divinity, those curved stone


 statues blush envy.


 On pavement filled by busy feet in day,


 quicker steps in neon red night and


 Latin beats, rappin’- booty shakin’


 blue jean seams stretched to the point


 of sheeeeer delight!


 When a smile is a deep invitation, ohhh so fine


 in the haze of wine and smoky laughter


 She is Love in store-bought hair, half a skirt


 deep mascara stares and flirts, a stroll


 that melts the Saint within man


 and waist moves that mans-up the boy


 Muse-ic makes the hips roll, waist


 revolve- an orbit of bends and side- to- side  slides


 a blouse that wears only part of her…


 She is a certain kind of Love for few who dare


 for every wish of  tropical air without cares


 oblivion becomes  a thing far, far beyond


 some hours, some sweet sweat,  heavy breaths,


 and wanting…“Venus…Baby…”


  


 “come cross the flo’ with me…”




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New year 2012


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Bio


Howard D.Moore resides in Detroit, MI., USA.  He is a writer and government relations  consultant. His professional, educational  background is in law and public policy. He writes poetry, political and social commentary blogs,  literary styles in fiction, poetry, prose,and Eastern forms . He has published two books of prose, and several magazine articles  and anthologies. His current projects include a novel, and a book of poetry expected in January, 2014.




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An ideal of absent beat. Poem.Sonnet.Laura Lamarca
		

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When once would I conform to such a state
 as to confine such audible mistakes
 than whence I came admiring this fine art,
 no more a whim–thy splendor to impart.
 And though thou preach in education’s name
 do I become less potent or more sane,
 to pander to thy utmost vantage point…
 nay…I attempt thy scorn to then disjoint.
 For credibility has drawn an air–
 a feel as fine as grandeur, such a flare!
 Shalt thou surpass this passion for defeat
 and shall I sew thy weakness to up-seat.
 Do not, say I, feign worth in tower’s gait
 till thou hast chewed the bile that doth thee sate.



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About The Author


Laura Lamarca is a 39 year old widowed mother of three teenagers originally hailing from the northern county of Lancashire, but now residing on the South coast of England.





Laura is a professional poet and author of three books of poetry and one Chapbook to date, the latest book was released in December 2011 by GJBPublishing.co.uk titled “Donec Alius Diei”.





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Laura is also the creator of 18 globally recognized forms of formal poetry, these include “The Licentia Rhyme Form”, the “La`Tuin” and the L`Arora” forms. She has also recently created 3 more forms…these are the “Jordec Verse”, “La Dan Form” and a collaborated and highly technical form with Poet Jem Farmer titled the “LaJemme”.







In her spare time, she teaches the art of expression through the written word to pupils all over the world at no cost to them. She also writes hugely for charity and actively supports charities that raise awareness for cancer, third world plight, dolphins and gun and knife crime.

 

She has the belief that there is a brighter day for all, given the compassion and commitment of others…one voice can raise a thousand voices, a thousand voices can raise the whole world.  She is of the belief that ultimate truth does not exist, that everything is personal perspective and probable outcome.


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The City of Knossos. Haiga. Richard Vallance.
		

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Linear B, the very earliest Greek script, was used by the Mycenaeans and Minoans from ca. 1450 – 120 BCE for administrative, financial and accounting purposes only, at least so far as we know. No literature as such has survived on the some 6,800 Linear B tablets and fragments.  So Richard’s haiku is in effect the very first poem (or literature for that matter) written in Linear B in 3,500 years.


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BIO:


Richard Vallanc Santorini Grreece May 2012


Richard Vallance, meta-linguist, ancient Greek & Mycenaean Linear B, home page: Linear B, Knossos & Mycenae, http://linearbknossosmycenae.wordpress.com/


PINTEREST Boards: Mycenaean Linear B: Progressive Grammar & Vocabulary, http://pinterest.com/vallance22/mycenaean-linear-b-progressive-grammar-and-vocabul/ and, Knossos & Mycenae, sister civilizations, http://pinterest.com/vallance22/knossos-mycenae-sister-civilizations/ Also poetry publisher, The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Anthology of sonnets of the early third millennium = Le Phénix renaissant de ses cendres : Anthologie de sonnets au début du troisième millénaire. Friesen Press, Victoria, B.C., Canada. © August 2013. 35 illustrations in B&W. Author & Title Indexes. 257 pp. 315 sonnets & ghazals in English, French, Spanish, German, Chinese & Persian.  http://vallance22.hpage.com/


 


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The Words. Poem. Sage Sweetwater.
		

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the words
opened a
wound

those nights 
we wrote
yours 
coming out like fine
hairs of a sable brush 
and mine
with the toughness 
of an orange peel well I want 
you to know
I rubbed your words off 
nightly into erotic soft powder screaming

in shades of pastel mixing it up for a day 
when we would have
a likely work to be juried 
by critics too close to ownership but
so far from
the truth


the
words
opened a wound


those
nights
the tension was
so heavy with denial
I could feel it
in the air
what wasn't being said I heard 
so loud until the
silence gave it
away

the words
opened a
wound

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Copyright © Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist


 


 


Sage Sweetwater is an American Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist, poet, storyteller, screenwriter, and business artist who hails from Colorado, USA. Her novels and screenplays are being made into Hollywood High-Budget films. Her complete list of works and bio can be found at   http://www.authorsden.com/sagesweetwater


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Could I But Show You.Poem.Sonnet.Corey Harvard
		

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Could I but show you how a word can grow

into a thorn that lodges deep within 

the softest places of the hardest men,

you wouldn't be so quick to let one go.

In silences, defenseless and alone,

security and self-esteem descend;

ambitions cease and aspirations bend

in victims of a fatal verbal blow. 


 


If I could show you how a word can rise —


bring laughter, bring excitement, bring rapport,


bring nations out of poverty and war —


perhaps your speech would seek a different guise.


What problems of this world could be deterred


if we revered the value of a word?




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Corey Harvard  from Mobile, Alabama, (B.A. English & Philosophy, University of South Alabama, 2012), is a young American musician, pianist, vocalist and poet. He began writing verse at age 10 and music at age 12 when his parents bought him a keyboard. He went on to win his 8th grade talent show by performing an original song. Since then, he has published poetry and prose in journals including Tales of the Talisman, Pirene’s Fountain and Sense Magazine, and he has also been featured in Alabama’s prestigious Literary Mobile, an anthology of established (historical and contemporary) southern writers. He has served as associate editor of Sonnetto Poesia and Editor-in-Chief of Oracle Fine Arts Review. In 2009, he was a Pushcart Prize nominee.


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Let the Sun set on me.Poem. Bhuwan Thapaliya.
		

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Virgin dry is my throat

 and anaemic the veins


that supply my semen

 to your embryo.


I cannot ejaculate

 a lover’s warmth in your womb


nor can I grab your breast

 as they grasp the deity’s forehead.


The lips of the overhead sky bulb

 are seeping the blood out of me,


and my tongue

 is parched and lonely.


Let the sun

 set on me.


Let its crimson sweat of ferocity

 spill all over me.


My heart is ready

 for the chill of the darkness.


I put my best shirt on

 and wait for a bride of the light.


Let the darkness

 rise from me,


the darkness that conceals

 the bruises of the light.


 

 

 


Bhuwan Thapaliya works as an economist, and is the author of four poetry collections. Thapaliya’s books include the recently released Safa Tempo: Poems New and Selected (Nirala Publication, New Delhi), and Our Nepal, Our Pride (Cyberwit.net). Poetry by Thapaliya has been included in The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry and Tonight: An Anthology of World Love Poetry, as well as in literary journals such as Urhalpool, MahMag, Kritya, FOLLY, The Vallance Review, Nuvein Magazine, Foundling Review, Poetry Life and Times, Poets Against the War, Voices in Wartime, Taj Mahal Review, and more. 


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Our Nepal, Our Pride

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A Hard Rain. Poem. Candice James
		

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A hard rain pelts down

Graying the sky to charcoal

The Quay is deserted,

And somehow out of key.


I stand at the guard rail,

 Collar pulled tight,

 Staring at the cold river.

 The wind whirls and swirls

 Inviting the river into its frenzy.

 The river resists, then slowly submits.

 Small ripples at first

 Cresting to waves;

 Synchronicity somehow present

 In this simple chaos.


A young girl

 In a pink fleece Parka

 And well worn Mukluks

 Passes by;

 Her eyes as vague

 As fading winter sparks


The day dissolves


Night chews on the last remnants

 Of a non-descript twilight.

 Appetite sated,

 She licks her lips

 And the thunder rolls

 In the bruised atmosphere

 Of a hard, hard rain


 


 

2 Poets Laureate — New Westminster Poet Laureate Candice James and Canadian Parliamentary Poet Laureate Fred Wah at Royal City Literary Arts Society Setp 22, 2013 membership drive

Candice James

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Poet Laureate, New Westminster, BC


President, Royal City Literary Arts


Honorary Professor International Arts Acadamy, Greece


Board Advisor, Interantional Muse, India


Board Advisor, Federation of British Columbia Writers


Candice James is Poet Laureate of New Westminster, B.C. and President of Royal City Literary Arts Society. She is a poet, musician, songwriter and author of six poetry books A Split In The Water (Fiddlehead 1979);Inner Heart―A Journey; (2010), Bridges and Clouds (2011); Midnight Embers–A Book of Sonnets (2012); Shorelines-A Book of Villanelles (2013); and Ekphrasticism (2014).   Websites: http://saddlestone.shawwebspace.ca   and  www.candicejames.com


 


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