Poetry from Mahbub

  A Shining Beauty On Her Face   Beauty was sparking on her face It was shining in dark night The moon light failed It was she, my beloved, my heart Though she hardly pay any heed to my words But I fell in love Could not think others without her She was in my […]

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

STONE SOUP While going for a walk, I came upon A cluster of stones, so beautiful. As the rays of the sun glistened upon them, I picked them up and found one that was Ruby red in color.  I had never read Anything about such stones.  Being careful not To spill them, still some fell […]

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Poetry from Vijay Nair

                                                                                                A platonic journey of my holy lips! My lips starts its platonic journey At midnight from the curved Ears of my lady love The best way to reach her virgin heart To make furrow that Eden For a splendid spring   The brunette beauty have […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Naked Side       I’ve seen the destruction of visions, the penetration of a good cause, seen souls anesthetized by sadness.   The only constant is endurance, is the thing that jumps out from the void then reverses back into its indifferent swallow.   One change, then the moment slips into a new glimpse […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Looking In   How easy to feel the weight of choice, mutually with the burden of circumstance. Childhood ripens then wilts, and in your unguarded hands, only shades of poverty-stricken summers remain; enormous & unavoidable.   What is real is not always the same as what is eternal, yet those days, when overabundant with love, […]

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Poetry and Photography from Kahlil Crawford

            * Mural capture via Woodlawn, Chicago, Illinois The Spiritual Home of American Wanderers hugs the Pacific Coast; Taking hold of you, for awhile, beyond His Majestic Glory.. As life wanders thru us, our environment returns a critical gaze. Reminding us that home is no destination.

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

New Wheel – The Passage of Arnik (king of a small land) Part 1 My skin was stone, drenched in an accelerant and lit on fire. And there I burned, a flaming rock impassable by every woman and man who tried to cross my shore. My fire was final, a never-dying-heat guarding the dead cold […]

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