If I Were Born A Little Early – Frank Solanki

If I were born a little earlyI would have made electricityFirst to say — The Earth is roundCures for diseases I would have foundWould have theorized gravitational lawLeave everyone trailing in aweWould have had a star named after meA constellation or galaxyFuture generations would have studied meMy brain, my life, my familyBut I was bornContinue reading “If I Were Born A Little Early – Frank Solanki”

dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)

Black feathers as I dreamed,do not look at me; ebony moonthe lust of the body of the shore,as nightmares, in what I’ve neverknown at all, reflect the Artemis moon;the fat, yellow moon; it’s a blood-huntto the red-hills,and a sea,cocktails of sweatdeath at the ground. There is beauty in the death of thingsin imminent dreaming,for it’sContinue reading “dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)”

Be The Sun – The Oldschool Harlequin (World of Harley)

I do wonder to myself,Is being nice such a strain?All humans struggle with it,Even this wretched clown,Humanity is programmed to choose himself,Niceness and generosity are akin to naivete, But why not be a strangers sun?Even during a stormy day,Be a reason for someone to smile,Give your loose change to a vagrant,Hold the door for anybody,DonateContinue reading “Be The Sun – The Oldschool Harlequin (World of Harley)”

A Breathing Story – Piyush Singh (The Perceptions Square)

A phenomenonwe can’t explain,A complex puzzlegoverned by no laws,Lying in a minutecorner of milky way,A tiny spectacletwinkling with delight,The precious , shimmeringThe story of our lives ! Written in the fabricOf space and time,A mural sketchedIn the vast breathing cosmos,Beating hard insideThe womb of chaos,Our precious jewel,The breathingStory of our lives ! ©2020 Piyush Singh atContinue reading “A Breathing Story – Piyush Singh (The Perceptions Square)”

#Poetry: After the Reading – Robert Matthew Goldstein

My favoritecharactershave spiltmy gutsin public– Now alonewithmy ‘self’ though I amperhapsa prettylie. The globespins forthe sakeof tradition Gravitybindsus to memoriesand visionsof suddenlingering- death. Words and image (c) Rob Goldstein 1986, 2014, 2020 online at: https://robertmgoldstein.com/

a serried tale – indishe (theindieshe)

The serried twists and sharp turns, Ensheathed in a veiled canopy , That hides its dazzling sheen, From those that envy its resplendent allure, Unsurpassed, Untouched. It beckons you, Tantalising, Mocking that you can’t you reach it, As you want it all the more. You just walk along in tremulous fear, Gingerly circumventing the folds,Continue reading “a serried tale – indishe (theindieshe)”

The Scryers – Mitchell David Ring (The Light is On)

Stand and speak in tongues of fire stories of the last flame in this desert world laid to ruin when the many waters receded and its fertile valleys filled with dust and sand Now dimly glows the flame as darkness comes and the winds blow bitter cold to snuff it out Melted wax pools reflectContinue reading “The Scryers – Mitchell David Ring (The Light is On)”