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| The section of our web page dedicated to a select few of our published Poets and their Works |
| The Poetry Magazine for Poets |
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ANGEL DREAMS Silently, she wishes upon a star each night. The Fallen Angel dream's she'd like to own the sky; Seems Love is the only luxury she can't afford to buy; Since she's gotten so purse and key-chain high. She says; a Love like ours, we should hide; I'm her secret: And in the same breath, she's telling me how she could never forget. There's no one else; she swears, the proof's in this ring of hers: The one I gave her, that she wears, on her weekday fingers. I've got news for you to wear with your brand new dancing shoes; They'll go so well with your two-time set of run-around rules. I've got a new suit of my own; and hand to hold, to match your glove. Why did you ever want to wear anything more then my Love? Someone, somehow, somewhere has gave your heart a new address. Don't mention any names: your reason being; is anybody's guess. Our Love ain't for real; it's become just a myth. I imagine you won't mind, if I pretend to cry a bit. CHORUS: Oh no, no, no, Angel please don't go. Oh yes, yes, yes; come fly with me again. Terry Lee San Antonio, TX |
TO GO FLY A KITE On a day, as the like: I venture to engage a bottle of wine, Some old memories, and a roll of twine. Remember the hill we used to climb? To the summit: I ride then hike; Sticks and paper, to a sail I strike; To work the wind, and tease the sky, Seems, a better time, one cannot buy. From Mother Natures breast, I fly, Into the grasp of God's sigh. A revelation of sweet respite; At the rendezvous of love; We used to keep at night. Terry Lee San Antonio, TX |
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PLAYNOTES dreamdrifting saffron painted deserts decorating my mind colorswift shimmer fleeting thoughts shared words lost in the wind carried through the cosmos cupped shaped into melodies strung on starfire staffs musicians play thier notes. M.D. LeDoux Sacramento, CA |
Evening Thunderstorm on the Callahan Divide Clouds pile along the eastern horizon like scoops of hand churned vanilla bean ice cream Sheryl L. Nelms Clyde, TX |
"Deafening Silence" Since you went away, On that cold winters day, The room is so empty --, And all I can hear, Is the deafening silence, Accompanied by, The steady beating Of my aching weeping heart! Linda Amos York, PA |
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| The Power of Light Light, shining in the darkness, overcoming fears and doubts; calming a turbulent heart, lit at night, a candle radiates a warm glow, making me hope that all strife will end; when we learn to trust and love, then we will stop fighting and reach out to family and friends. In times of uncertainty, a child adds a dimension we cannot discount through all storms. Eve Jeanette Blohm New York, NY |