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Golden and Transparent
When the dainty of dawn lights up your body You shall see the golden country in stone. The Giant is walking in the sky His hand holds aloft a Diamond City. In the garden outside the sky The other one robed in transparent gold; He's smiling at you. And behind him, is a huge palace. Flash of the Giant When I walk the City I shall hold it in my hand. Blowing a breath to make it transparent. So I saw it in the future: The Gem edifice, a flash of the giant. The stars cling to their bodies As if from another universe So I know that the sea will be sweet And the earth will be noble as gold. The City of Stars White and blue night. A Crystal smile. Night is a pawn Devoured by red lips of lightning. There appears a song in the sky It sprinkles down with rain and dew There is a colossal ship in the sky Twinkling like the City of the Stars. (Hongri Yuan, born in China in 1962, is a poet and philosopher interested particularly in creation. Representative works include Platinum City, The City of Gold , Golden Paradise , Gold Sun and Golden Giant. His poetry has been more widely published in the UK, USA ,India ,New Zealand, Canada and Nigeria.) (Translated by Manu Mangattu, Assistant Professor, Department of English, St George College Aruvithura, India)
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Inside of My Dream
Inside of my dream there’s a bird flying from one nest to an- -other, without wings Inside of my dream there’s a man holding a sign that says, I have serious cancer Inside of my dream there’s one refugee with tears of grief because he lost hope Inside of my dream there’s a young lady smoking, and waiting for the train to suicide Inside of my dream there's a black cat staring at me, and waiting to the end of my dream Adoption When I was a teenager I donated to a little orphan since then I made a vow that I would adopt her, and marry her Days go by and nights come I learned how to hurt myself by doing bad habits that will guide me to die below the bridge I lost count of my harmful cuts I lost all the joyful memories and moments from weeping beneath the lights of the miserable bar My mother thought that I was well, As my smile hid the tears that damaged my physical therapist within minutes after hearing me I lost many chances and luck until I met a broken heart, she cried when she knew that I found what was missing of me I found her between all of my poetry between all of my cigarette smoke I tried to lose her as I saw my shadow following her Ann you didn't adopted a regular girl you have definitely raised one angel that showed me life with colours From your love and care for my princess the grief inside of me has smiled when your daughter kissed my salty lips and wiped my tears, hopefully she will close my eyes after my smiling face rests (Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.) our family closet
is full of cracked skulls beginning with nancy "mother's never going to be sick again --- see her steady hands" cured 20 times or take longislandexpressway aunt edna shock treatment in doctor's split level office cruel irish grandfather another lunatic who chose farming over teaching tripling size of fingers don't forget uncle alcohol plus patriot sister with american eagle in living room & prison record none of them will ever speak of secret secrets exposed add a couple of 40-year-old virgins & go clear off a shelf for me too. (Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations). Silent Chaos
Sometimes there are hushed whispers under the bated breath sometimes there is a cacophony the dissonance drowning our minds leaving us numb and frozen sometimes the laughter gets lost floating through the trees frozen on the moss on a cold misty morning a frozen ghost Sometimes a loud thud when the old chestnut breaks down and opens itself to the wild love is always a sacred offering sometimes the scars tell the whole story untouched yet cutting through the bone sometimes the silence seeps in the wrinkles those folds on the skin bereft of any emotion Sometimes a pale face holds the mystery for the closed palms and sometimes the crows feet carries the laughter for eons a still face holds the mirror to life look closely at the reflection floating in the swirls of the deep those obsidian eyes sometimes silence screams the loudest (Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, FVR Publishing, Whisper, and the Roar and Poets Corner. Her 200+ works have been featured in Whisper and the Roar, 521 Magazine, Oddball, Pangolin review, Fourth and Sycamore, KOAN ( Paragon press), Modern Literature, Writer's Cafe Magazine, and coming up in Dime Show review, Piker Press and many more. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/. ) |
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