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Household God

Submitted by Sen99 on Fri, 2024-03-01 15:42

Black Friday’s band came to play
Grey mourning blues on a Monday
Bawling horns and saxophone sobbing
Good morning you’re good for nothing

Family faces looking grey
Damn the dark cloud above our house
The casket closed and soaked in rain
No more dust and ashes anthems

Three Forks

Submitted by William Lynn on Fri, 2024-03-01 11:52

The Corps of Discovery was born
The year was eighteen zero four,
To find a way to Pacific waters
From St. Lewis they would explore.

The famed expedition to map the West
Led by Lewis and companion Clark,
New discoveries were vast and plenty
Each mapped a unique historic mark.

A Shoshoni girl helped guide them
Through tribal lands of sage and pine,
In Montana they looked in wonder
At three waters they would define.

Sixteen

Submitted by MermaidMaster on Fri, 2024-03-01 00:42

In last nights dream, I am 16 again.
I drive to your house and blast Don Mclean on the way, windows rolled down past the weeds.
It’s cold in New York and the wind sends chills through my skin, spreads across my face like ants through a fruit bowl.

This is 16 to me: driving down St. Paul Street at 9 p.m. on a Friday. My backpack and a bottle of rum in the passenger side. Guitar pick in my cupholder - you left it at my house last weekend.
The beach, bike rides, cornerstores.

Life is a Bully

Submitted by mark on Thu, 2024-02-29 23:30

My name is John and I have been dealing with bi-polar since 1971, in my youth it wasn’t so.
My home in all its cozy warmth with varied friendships, a brethren of colorful personalities.
Roller-skating in my best friend’s cellar in circles around the coal boiler, our exciting world.
My life colorful from birth with all the mischief a child could navigate, eggs thrown at the neighbors.
We were all who we were, and acceptance was exploring forest land uncharted, together.

THE WARNING

Submitted by Twizzle48 on Thu, 2024-02-29 18:39

THE WARNING

Before I opened the book, I guessed
The warning on the cover said it all
Beware all you who read these pages
A black arts tome across all the ages
Just listen, and one can hear the call
One should prepare for a magic fest

The first page showed a hieroglyph
And I traced it slowly with my finger
I felt a strange tingling in my hand
A meaning I would not understand
I paused and let that feeling linger
But then my whole fist went all stiff

February 29th, 2024

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Thu, 2024-02-29 15:31

Alternately titled: 111th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and lock
step by one day
with astronomical calendar,

Button

Submitted by Lavender on Wed, 2024-02-28 22:28

I found a button on the sidewalk.

Fallen from the sleeve of a
lacy blouse
worn by a lonely woman,

popped off the collar of a
stiff cotton shirt
from a hurried gentleman?

Once, maybe, donned by
a poet,
a father,
a chemist,
a grieving widow,
a homeless wanderer.

Unnoticed and left behind by
someone heading somewhere
without their button.

I pulled a purple ribbon through it
and hung it on a nearby branch,
simple, ornate, and endlessly, endlessly
circular.

The Love of a Poet

Submitted by Kristen H. on Wed, 2024-02-28 17:56

There's something special about
Being loved
By a poet

They notice the little things

The way your hair
Curls around your ears
Like the waves of the ocean
Rolling over itself

How your fingers
Wrap around the steering wheel
The same way they wrap around mine

How your eyes
Shine in the sunlight
Like fire and ice colliding

And the best part is
They write it all down
And share it with the world
Making your presence and beauty
Your life and love
Everlasting

Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces...

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Wed, 2024-02-28 15:49

Fore score minus xv orbitz ago
from being centenarian
strong contractions forced me
to pass thru cervix,
buck naked bare lady,
I ranked as only grandson sharing
same surname as Aaron,
(mine paternal grandfather)
me the sole heir –
foreshortened to Sol Aire

Humanness

Submitted by hippiemoon on Wed, 2024-02-28 10:58

Today I feel Human.
And I know I am always human,
But now I notice it.
In the ways my legs ache
With each bend of my knee.
The way my heart sits heavy in my chest
Like a diving ring in a pool
Not going down, just sitting there.
The way my mind races,
And my bones ache for the cold,
Even though I don’t like it anyways.

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