Poetry from Vijay Nair

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Mannequin

Truly unfair,

Calling her a mannequin

Eyes are useless

When mind is blind

Absolutely no desire to fit in

Marionette, better than animate

Tangible her zest was in a daze

 

Caged in the display,

Where she was in a cloister

Clothed her a stola with Limbus

Cloaked her cosmos with clobber

Closeted motion still an attraction

 

Fuelled by drama led to

Attend the performance

Can’t stop watching since

Enraptured me her charms

Evoked memories in

 

 

She my Aphrodite

Deity of  beauty,

Goddess of  love,

Cult of pleasure,

Nubile of procreation,

Love is composed of a single soul

Inhabiting in both of us

 

My life a ceaseless search of love

Marvelled at her, saw luscious

Manifested myth, towards lust

My emotion on the crest

My most beloved in trust

Mainspring of my psyche

She a best, no expiry date

 

©-Vijay P Nair-2017

Poetry from JD DeHart

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Gorilla Keeper
He is master of the dark shape
with the round gray stomach,
and the tendency to charge.
He is like one of them, with large
knuckles.
When he speaks, there is the peace
of trees and shade.
The calm of working with great
creatures of strength.
 
Girl with a Munch Face 
She is the screamer who I imagine
standing at the open mouth of a bridge,
figure trying to leave the rest of the world
and all she knows behind her, the sign post
of familiarity dimming in the distance
I imagine the smell of family life
and common voices fading quickly
She is the elongated face and I wish I could
offer a rescue, not because she needs it
but because I need to rescue someone; simply
put, it is my sensitivity, the desire to hold up
a leaking world that is probably more
in a position to help me instead.
Full Height 
She used to sit in the corner
rocking in her old-style chair,
an antique they brought in so
she could play her domestic role,
pretending to know how to knit
the results were knotted
chunks of twigs and twine
they, in turn, pretended they might
one day attempt to wear
while she cradled herself
back and forth, the family thought,
My, how tiny
but then she began to flail
her arms one day and burst
the chair into splinters
and revealed her true height.
A Study of the Tantrum 
of course, now we record
them using the variegated
lenses we carry on our person
but I remember a time
when a being could thrash
and shout and the only
evidence was the casual
eyewitness or security cam
I even recall a time when,
to my ultimate Chagrin, I myself
engaged in a small tantrum
and thankfully there was no one
to hold it up like hieroglyphs
on our digital cave wall.

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It Never Happened by Darrah J. Perez

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It Never Happened is the first volume of three memoirs consisting of poetry and the story of Darrah J. Perez. How she became spiritual and how that has led her to a better place in her life. I liked both the poetry and her story. I really believe that others can use the wisdom from what she has learned through her mistakes in her earlier life. I really enjoyed reading the first volume and am looking forward to starting volume two. It Never Happened is very deep and thought-provoking. It will keep the reader interested and will want to continue reading all three volumes. I highly recommend It  Never Happened.

It Always Happens by Darrah J. Perez

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It Always Happens is the second book in the trilogy of poems and stories by Ms. Darrah J. Perez. In the second volume, she shares more of her story of addiction and overcoming the addiction and abuse she has been through. She enlightens us with her wisdom from the Creator than has led her through this journey of sharing her knowledge and wisdom. Her poetry is very deep and will touch your inner soul. My favorite poems are “Karma Has a Message”, “It’s Never Goodbye”, and “A Saddened Heart”. Ms. Perez writes with the wisdom of someone who has been there and shares that wisdom with her readers. I believe we can all take something and learn something from these books of her life. I highly recommend reading them and look forward to reading the last book of the trilogy.
It’s Forever Happening by Darrah J. Perez
It’s Forever Happening is the third and final book of poems and stories of Ms. Darrah J. Perez’ life. This is the perfect ending to the trilogy. It wraps up the first two and comes to its final conclusion. My favorite poems were, “Life Has A Wavelength’, “My Heart Beats for You,” “Any Which Way the Wind Blows,” “Fighting To Survive,” “Home of the Greats”, and “A Dear Angel’s Time.”  Although all of Ms. Perez poetry will touch the reader in some way, these were the ones I particularly liked the best. In this final book she has some excellent advice in the stories. Each one will touch the heart of different readers in many different ways. Thank you Ms. Perez for sharing your deeply inspiring stories and excellent poetry with us. I highly recommend all three of the volumes.
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Another best seller by Joe Klingler! Tune Up is a new Qigiq and Kandy thriller. Qigiq and Kandy were introduced in Klingler’s earlier novel Mash Up. Qigiq (Ki-jeek) is a detective rom Alaska on loan to the SFPD. They are caught up investigating a suspicious hit and run on an older woman in Chinatown. They need to find out who did it and why someone would target the older woman. This leads them to a much more complex world of crime with twists and turns that will keep the reader on the edge of their seat until the last page. Mr. Klingler’s writing is very smooth and filled with excitement in every page. The reader will want more after reading Tune Up. I look forward to reading the following books in the series when they come out. I very highly recommend Tune Up by Joe Klingler. This is a book that will not disappoint.

Fiction from Michael Marrotti

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Sonia and I pulled up to the shabby duplex around 9:00 pm. The location was on a narrow road with no sidewalks in the working class suburb of Castle Shannon, also known as Andy Warhol’s old neighborhood. We parked in the driveway, making sure to lock up her Ford Escape.

   I immediately took notice of the “Black Lives Matter” sign posted conveniently in front of the window. Already I was shaking my head in dismay. Here’s another example of words instead of action.

   We held hands as we climbed up the stairs. Sonia had on a black dress, no panties. I however looked like a gang member, with my black shorts, wife beater, blue bandana and formidable tattoos all over my upper body.

   I had Sonia do the knocking. Some so-called poet answered the door who looked awfully familiar. This sexually oppressed bastard was drooling at first sight. The perfection of my girlfriend’s body is in fact, a work of art. He was quick to let us in, then came the interrogation.

   “Hey, I’m Ken. So who are you guys, who invited you?”

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Poetry from Mahbub

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I Am Who I Am

 

So many flowers are in bloom

So many people are passing by

I am a flower watching you all

Though some of you watch me

Some go away without care

I am a candle giving light

Burning myself to spread white

There are many cactuses in my garden

Entwined with thorns

But its green colour attracts us all

We become enchanted

From Bangladeshi bush

I am blowing in the wind

You look or not

I am on my side

You can see me crazy

You can find me

Wandering from door to door

Of  home and office.

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

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A Free Spirit
I watch the birds flying free in the sky
And I think to myself I want to fly with them.
They are free to wander wherever they might
And their freedom stirs a longing in me —
To join them in their journey and they know the way
Where there is beauty and safety for them to enjoy.
As I keep watching those birds in their flight,
My longing increases and my spirit joins them in
Their canopy of song filling the air with their joy.

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Poetry from J.J. Campbell

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a hot dirty blonde
 
i’m not
a social
creature
 
my butterfly
has to be
forced into
such things
 
i remember
when i worked
at the airport,
in the factory
 
and this woman,
a hot dirty blonde 
told me to meet
her at the bar
and she’d buy
me a beer
 
i didn’t know
that was code
for she was
going to make
out with everyone
at the bar except
for me
 
because i was
busy drinking
a beer
 
lesson learned

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