This Beauty
My Heart
Could see the No
Hope
With fears thrown on
the fire to keep
us warm
tonight
I'm fearing absentia
missed and
Lost on pure
fruit-filled Faith
A Basket
always empty
Before Love
Can Stand
Knowing
our Love
not ours alone
And my Palm
is Visible to me
Raised to Care
in the Empty
Light
filled on Broth
& stirred
emotions
to soothe
the already
Soothing
turn a Day
from light to dusk
& Rest Knowing
by John Edward Culp
The Dreams
that never Die
& will never be the
Same again
for Now has no plural
form
And Time is A Name in
Passing
the Half Full Cup
that's alway finding
the new
Completion
to Reach for
without bending, just
Standing Here
Sleep finds me,
Baggage at the Door,
fallen to pillow
where confusion
loosens its weave
Drawn to the fragrance
of things to be
Yes, I say yes, in my Dreams!
The Dreams that
never Die & will never
be the same again.
Written the morning of
Monday, October 10, 2022
by John Edward Culp
Poetry from Robert Fleming
Poly-Mania wife 1 loves wife 2 wife 1 hates husband 1 man and many women Y & >= 2X assembly line sex fraternal twin boys many men and 1 woman X & >= 2Y many husbands love many wives paternity tests many women and many men >= 2X & >= 2Y Queen Formulaes rock + opera = bohemian rhapsody planet + thermostat ≠ Freddy Mercury 11 / 24 = day Freddy died stadium clap standard deviation ≠ we will rock * u Queen – Freddy = Adam Lampert ** greater-than less-than equal-to are for mortals not math must i compare me to a seed sprouts to green thorn stalk yet to bring forth corn. back-bone to be spine >= 6’ …. .. . must i compare me to an archer aim-yellow strike-blue st O P you’ll grow up to be president present arrived i’m no president red light < no head hair > much stomach fat compare me to my-was my-to-be continue > < = intercom: kitchen–dinner–now
Robert Fleming lives in Lewes, DE. Published in United States, Canada, England, Ireland, and Australia. Member of the Rehoboth Beach and Horror Writer’s Association. 2022 winner of San Gabriel Valley CA broadside-1 poem, 2021 winner of Best of Mad Swirl poetry and double nominated for Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Follow Robert at https://facebook.com/robert.fleming.5030.Poetry from Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam
the floor still wet with mourning… oh Abiku — with pain & suffering death returns her again weeding holy the field ardor in every breath delivers deliverance sunlight — her eyes piercing through … underwater swim winter's a true relief from heat while birds overwinter in the tropics yawning — idle on the bed's edge to and fro of army ant contemplating what to do Christina Chin / Uchechukwu Onyedikam
Mixed media from Kenny Johansson
Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin
The Dancing Raindrops Md. Mesfakus Salahin The dancing rain drops on your cheek Reflecting a romantic view which is not sick The unruly semi-wet hairs of your head Playing a role of a storyteller's shade The hidden smile on your lips Like a stream of light of ship The sneaky look in your eyes In the fairyland it flies and flies. Stories come out from your shyness That dance around your happiness Every rain drop is pregnant with fragrance Every story congratulates your sense Nature steals your beauty No one can give security. If You Come In Nature Dreamy eyes are the nest of dream Heart is mirror that reflects memories' cream Lap is full of love Nature holds all the dove Rivers overflow fellow feelings Waves carry successful wings Fountain spreads odor of the third eye' case Stars take bath with light of love and shyness Whispering of the leaves recalls rainfall Fragrance awakens my breath all All these things become history If you come in nature avoiding mystery.
Poem from Md. Tanvir Hossain
Human Nature There are things that I don't want to do, then why still I continue to do so? There are things that I do want to do, then why still I fail to make time to do so? There are daily routines that I wish to follow, then why still every single day I pass is different, without control? There are pledges that I make to myself, then why still I make the same pledges again and again? There is work that I love to do willingly, then why still I have to do those work that I don't even like, most of the time? There are words that I want to say, then why still I can't express them? There are dreams that I see every now and then, then why still they seem way far away? There is sorrow and suffering that I have to face regularly, then how still I forget about them so easily, as time passes? There are good habits that I know very well about, then why still such habits are so hard to gain? There are bad habits that I know I have, then why still it is so hard to give them up? There is this known fact that every action has a reaction, then why still do we do actions without even thinking about the reactions? There is this act of lying that we know is very bad, then why still I lie every now and then, every day? There are simple morals of life that I am taught in my childhood, then how still do I simply ignore them after being highly educated? There is only I who actually know myself, then why still is it so that I represent myself as someone else in front of others? Is this human nature? Or do I force myself into believing this, as human nature?
Assistant Professor,
Dept. of Computer Science and Engineering,
University of Rajshahi, Rajshahi-6205,
Rajshahi, Bangladesh
Poetry from Aisha MLabo
THE MESSAGE OF ART By Aisha MLabo I want to be an artist, i love to paint the world I want to be an author, i like to write pages I want to be a poetess, i love to compose poems I want to be a naturalist, i love to study vegetation I want to be a musician, i love to compose music, I want to be a pianist,i love to play piano I want to be an actress,i love to act play I want to be a fashionista,i love to design couture I want to be an orator,i love to address the public I want to be a bibliophile,i love to read books I want to be an animator,i love animation movies I want to be a photographer,i love to capture moments I want to be a critic,i love to analyze artistic work Art is my source of happiness. Aisha MLabo writes from Katsina state, she is currently studying at Umaru Musa Yar'adua University, Katsina state of Nigeria.