Thursday, January 30, 2014

Julie Larson
now: the movie

see through
greta garbo eyelashes

cinema bliss
true and false
flashpoint curl
smoke alarm

always entertainment

fleshpoem talk
black iris fragrant
plum pop desire

celebrity sound bites
fan love
Michelle Angelini
“I wanna know what love is. I want you to show me…”
-- Mick Jones of Foreigner
Such a pretty word
– if it is only…
gentle kisses between two lips,
one hand holding another,
a man and woman who sit on the beach,
to gaze at a full moon hanging in the obsidian sky
and hear lapping waves on the shore,
sparkling looks over a glass of wine,
invisible flames that fly upon meeting,
then many might not know it. Nevertheless,
love is more.
God’s sundown multi-colored sky – fodder for an artisan
to create from his mind to his fingers for the world.
A dog’s liquid gaze at its human after rescue
from an abusive life and near death – superlative trust.
The soft look between newborn and mother
while she breastfeeds – tiny human dependent upon adult.
Flowers populating a field with their bright and beautiful creations
– designs unimagined without nature. 
A cat sitting next to her human, to look up
with intense golden tilted almond eyes, stretching for a tummy pet.
Teddybears offered to children in the ER
– easing apprehension, drying tears – an unknown friend.
Although love is between two humans,
its definition stretches to include everyone.

Charles Harmon
On her finger, a ring of gold
Alloyed with silver and copper for strength,
Yellow gold and white gold combined into one.
Circular,  round signifying never ending,
Never rusting, let the marriage never corrode.
Platinum in the setting of her engagement ring
Cradling the crystalline faceted diamond,
Non-metallic but born of the same fire
As Life itself, the promise of Eternal Life.
Calcium and phosphorus in the bones and teeth
Of our growing children sleeping in their beds,
Sodium and potassium in their muscles and nerves,
Biological batteries generating electricity,
Organic motors, brain computers, nerve telephone wires….
Americium in the smoke detectors,
To waken from slumber in emergency.
Tungsten and mercury vapor in light bulbs
To guide our way out to safety.
Iron in the steel that strengthens the doors,
Silicon and Germanium metalloids in the computer chips
That store our family memories and allow us to
Communicate with the rest of the known universe.
Quicksilver in the thermometer that warns of fever,
Rare earth metals in the televisions, radios, computers,
Alarums, thermostats, and ancillary electronics
That run the house and cars and help to guard their inhabitants.
In the safe, gold and silver coins inherited from Grandfathers,
Retaining their intrinsic value as fiat paper currency
Has plummeted ninety-seven percent in one hundred years.
Tools and weapons of steel, projectiles of copper and lead,
Primers and propellants encased in brass,
Precious metals protecting our other precious metals.
Michael J. Cluff 

To wake with you nearby
become the apple of my eye
never to ask a question why
the snake deigned to tell a lie.

Without that evil touch
love won't count so much
violence and hate would still crush
death an ever eternal hush.

In the end all will see
the way it is to really be
life is not always free
even under Eden's tree.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Thom Garzone
One harmless wish leads me to a quiet community college when a teacher offers me a scholarship.  At an appointment I come upon a counselor whose graceful form and thick round glasses drift in a fog, possessing my sense of desire.  A mystique surrounds her like a warm summer wind, or the fleeing of children sustained in the dark below twilight.  During my session it's shown that my prior degree disqualifies me for the scholarship.  This saddens me since now I have no reason to be in the presence of this lovely creature, Lori, CWI Enrollment Specialist.  So I register for an educational technology course to embark on a fresh direction toward passion.  I often watch her through the halls with her long legs and timeless beauty doing a pirouette into my reticent heart as though some diaphanous fleece.  I'd see her brown hair flowing as she passes and wonder where she was from.  I'd fancy if she wasn't seeing anyone, and gaze into her limpid pools morphing into a dream of her figure peering into murky spectacles, frozen amid unnamed seas where we'd both lie on a shore passing time to love.  We run into each other at the Nampa campus while she hangs up fliers for Career Day, when I keep visualizing us interwoven in conjugal animalistic lust.


Sunday, January 26, 2014

Toti O'Brien

There are things
we’ll never know.
Perhaps someone
was in love with us.
Unseen someone
sighed felt alone
longed or was
obsessed by an
impossible thought.
Counted hours
between occasions
made vane by our
We remained cold
like frozen
cruel like forces of
We were maybe
scratching our head
or tying our shoe
yawning at the
show or hungry
for dinner while
internally gasped
at our entrance
shivered when
we went to the
convulsed in secret
while we passed by
saw darkness
when we left for
wanted to say
things that they
never said
dare gestures
that were stuck
in their limbs.
If at least
we had known
but we didn’t.
lives run like
parallel lines.
all the time.

Maria Arana
you return poisoned
by the roots of war
honest in your escape
from death
one less arm
to show for courage
yet you can’t grasp reality
so suddenly
without the help
of those who love you
let me be your hand
and guide you
back to Earth
let me be your elbow
and lead you to Resurrection
let me be your shoulder
and together we can
thank God we’re one again

Katherine Norland

I visualize I’m fighting battles,
Although I’m stuck behind this wall.
Good days I genuinely laugh,
On bad, I wish that death would call.
Aware that most my peers can't see 
There's freedom from this shameful bind,
I know the only real restraint
That holds me back is my own mind.
I feel a sense of urgency,
Yet suffer quietly inside;
I’ve been cloaked in humility,
Pride disappeared from my bedside.
The power to plan my life was seized
Was doomed by choices I didn’t make;
With shared needles my skin was not
What's most affected by the break.
Most see me as deplorable,
As if I’m overlaid in mud;
But I was just a baby then,
Their guilt was not screening the blood.
I don’t know who my parents are,
Since they were told to leave us there.
How could those who infected us
Provide us with the finest care?
I need the love of family,
That is the one thing that I yearn.
Not found in this facility,
From bodies who bestowed the burn.
To be a princess or cowboy?
My childhood fantasies a curse.
Adult delusions to play ball
Or Cosmetology all burst.
I visualize I’m fighting battles,
Although I’m stuck behind this wall.
Good days I genuinely laugh,
On bad, I wish that death would call.
Aware that most my peers can't see 
There's freedom from this shameful bind,
I know the only real restraint
That holds me back is my own mind.
They test for H.I.V. to work
But say they don’t discriminate
Yet when our tests are positive
They hire a more ‘fit’ candidate.
Was back in 1989
Romania became aware;
But was forbidden to discuss
The people feared so would not dare.
We had more pediatric AIDS
Than the whole world by ‘92;
Was it the Medical System
Or Government at fault – who knew?
There should have been an uprising
Inside that communistic reign.
They chose to outlaw birth control;
What was it that they had to gain?
I visualize I’m fighting battles,
Although I’m stuck behind this wall.
Good days I genuinely laugh,
On bad, I wish that death would call.
Aware that most my peers can't see 
There's freedom from this shameful bind,
I know the only real restraint
That holds me back is my own mind.
Now I contest to liberate;
I fight for freedom, mine and yours;
I don’t feud with facilities 
Or rules, those aren’t my type of wars
Engaging in combat to free
My people, mostly from themselves;
To capture dreams that they have dropped,
Abandoned on too high of shelves.
Believing in a saving power
Superior to current Gov.;
I use shared needles to inject,
Infecting everyone with love.
I use shared needles to inject
Infecting everyone with love.
Infecting everyone with love
Infecting everyone with love
Infecting everyone with love
    With love
        With love
            With love
Rebecca Chamaa

During the past sixteen years
there have only been a few times
when we haven’t slept together
like the time your mom had chemo
and you went to stay with her.
On those long nights
I take your night clothes off the hook
and slip into them as if I could draw you close.
I breathe deep of your scent,
holding on to you as tight as I can
until your warm body
fills your pajamas again.
With my head resting on your chest
sleep is only sleep in your arms. 

Linda Marie Hilton
Love you elude me
As I pursue you ‘cross the earth.
Love you delude me
As I peruse the absolute dearth
Of Beauty in my life
Which is winter’s discontent.
Evil’s just too rife
Even the trees are all bent
In this wasteland there’s no water,
No glint of hopeful metal can I find.
Love’s spouse no ring brought her,
To him her to eternally bind.
You, Love, money cannot buy
Coinless waifs starved for food, for you,
Precious hoped for one priced sky high
Eludes us in the depths of a vast bayou
Where metals offered to the gods
Lie buried in silty murk,
Found not by thrusting rods
Nor by prayers in a kirk.
Love, you foot-free ethereal sprite
For you my desire always unaffordable,
For I, imprisoned in penury’s might
Beg Fates free me from life so dull
So bereft of glint of hope,
A veritable caged hell.
I, Love, can only mope
About in my loveless cell.

Petrouchka Alexieva

I painted your face
on the canvas of dreams -
Brush stroke after brush stroke,
Glimpse after glimpse.

From my palette of love and desire
I painted your eyes
with the velvety dye
Of an evening sapphire sky.

I painted your lips from the crimson fire
Of the cherry-red blazing sunset.
I painted your skin
from the silk ocean spray
Of the bursting midnight wave.

I painted your face on the dreaming cliffs
With help of the scented breeze.
Brush stroke after brush stroke,
Glimpse after glimpse...

Here I am - simple and naked,
still on my knees, burning and praying
in between my innocent yesterday
And my new enigmatic day.

I am front of the painting
Chanting your name...again and again...

Lynne Bronstein

Between true love and true struggle
Is the Grand Battle Royale
Lay I’m looking for.
Make him a dethroned prince
With an unusual and provocative
Offbeat handsome
And trained to move
Like a cross between Van Damme and Nureyev.
Make him
An almost scholar
But a thorough gentleman
Except when he opens the door.
(I’ll have my hand on the handle).
Make him a make-out bandit,
A prizewinner in the sack,
A stunning victory for one night stands,
But respectful of me
And attentive to my every detail.
And make sure he knows
Who I am
And takes care
Of all the necessary accessories I need.
Let him shower me
With Perrier-Jouet and see-through lingerie,
But let him let me
Hang poems like jeweled lanyards
Around his neck.
And let me encounter him
But right on schedule
And fall into him
like falling on a no-guilt marshmallow
for a night unequalled
in our erotic history that’s
written in lipstick
on ladies’ room walls.


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