The Architect of Love
Autumn has me in solitude.
I dance over slaughtered maple leaves and find
A pond of sea salt under sworn season, where
Love plays by water.
My pale pacific is merely occupied by you—
Waves are crafted upon your presence.
Though, tiny heart of mine laughs it over
There mustn’t be any means I am in love,
Or believed so...
Until the ginger in your eyes write Us,
Vivid flames melted the winter, and
Sweet liquor canceled the world.
We always failed a goodbye.
Though, everything perishes one day.
Few seconds pass, and a promising bridge slides.
Midst sunset, horizon lures,
Shall we dance?
Words of phony fill the air with a sure.
Springs of past live eternal only if to be left
A lesson from the cherry-scented tango is all
I bear, and the abandoned cries in red-ed eyes
It is a reprimand for printing a blurry blueprint
Inseo Yang is a novice writer attending Idyllwild Arts Academy at Idyllwild, CA. Though her work has never been published before, she aspires to write a poetry anthology in the near future that inspires others to recognize the value of writing for making changes in the world.
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ship + egg = PLANO
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buy/oh
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me
wheat 1-2
ironed axiom
purr-ce
droughty
sinking have
mirror ROM. talking room
the breeze, a shuddered NOM
moore
walter-schick downes
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J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. His poetry has appeared in many small press publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). His poem, “to mask a little bird” was nominated for Best of the Net in 2021. Visit http://MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.
Never Take A Mime's Word For It
I was invited by an acquaintance I've known for years to speak on the subject of becoming a writer to her High School Creative Writing honors class. I had two books published at the time and I assumed she thought I must know a thing or two about the process. Let me give you the lowdown. I don't have the slightest idea what it takes to be a writer or being a creative writer. But she and her husband were a couple my former wife and I had spent a great amount of time with when I was married. Somehow I felt a bit obligated to help out.
I accepted the invitation but found out she wanted me to give my lecture the next day. I had no idea of what I was going to say to the class.
The morning raced in as though it was running late for an appointment. I became stressed over what to wear. Jeans with a white shirt, no tie and my favorite tan blazer was the choice. The outfit I thought gave me the appearance of a distinguished yet bohemian author.
Then I reprimanded myself for being self-conscious about my appearance for a bunch of high school students.
I greeted the class of unenthusiastic faces with a spirited introduction of who I was. Which did little to affect the mood of the honors class. After my short bio I pulled out some of my books for the honors students, who seemed quite eager to get their hands on them. I had brought more than enough to gift the entire class of fourteen.
I began my presentation with a question, hoping it would cause the students to participate. A method of capturing their interest I learned from a Marketing Strategies class I took in College.
"Who here intends to pursue a career as a writer or author?" Four hands popped up.
"That's great. Now allow me to share with you what I believe it takes to be a successful writer. To be perfectly up front, I don't have the slightest inclination about the do's and don'ts of being a writer.
I however do believe if you want to be an accomplished writer, you've got to be a good liar. I'm not talking about slight embellishment, I'm saying you've got to be able to shovel bullshit by the truckload. And the real trick is you've got to spread it so the reader can't smell it. If they get the slightest whiff of bullshit you're done."
"Wait a second. So you're saying a good writer must be deceptive and dishonest?"
The bookworm girl in front with thick glasses asks.
"When in the Hell did you hear me say that? Do you believe lying is a deceptive or dishonest act? Do you know who Diogenes was? He was an ancient Greek philosopher whose writings were destroyed. He lived in a barrel with his scraggly dog in Corinth, homeless and destitute. It's said he searched with a lantern both night and day throughout the city, looking to find an honest man. The result was that no such person existed. We all have our own concept of what is considered to be honest. Lying is a common and necessary practice that in some instances has a positive purpose. It's most likely the reason Diogenes is considered the father of cynicism. "
"Now what you're saying is that being a liar and deceitful is actually a virtuous practice?" "When did you hear me say that? You're misinterpreting my point because of your inability to consider there could possibly be another school of thought pertaining to the subject.
Tell me, are you an honest person? Are you always truthful? It's impossible to answer yes to those questions. What an incredible contradiction it is that we're given rules and regulations to obey, preached to us by others that know their rules are impossible to follow. It's a study in mental masturbation.
You mentioned virtue, meaning ethical, moral, or honorable I think? These are all characteristics we must have to be considered ethical human beings. Actually everyone and I mean everyone, is under the impression they've been granted dispensation from following such rules. Yet they expect others to conduct themselves in accordance with the commandment. Are you familiar with the idiom 'Honesty is the best policy?' Tell me for whom? Who does this best policy of honesty benefit? Is it the one divulging their version of what they believe their truth to be? Or is it the one being told what they must determine as honesty, by their understanding of what the word means ? Everyone has their own definition of honesty. If you sincerely believe you are honest, virtuous, truthful and moral, then you most likely believe in the ridiculous concept of unconditional love.
What I'm attempting to put across to you is that you've gotta create a story that is interesting and filled with emotion, causing the reader to connect with the world and characters you've created. Make them bleed with anticipation while turning the page. You've got to grab the reader by their pubic hairs and keep their attention."
"Santiago I think your choice of words aren't suited for a teenage audience. Please keep it PG "
" You're right, what the hell is wrong with me. I apologize class. I had my doubts about smoking that roach on my way here this morning."
A burst of laughter from the students filled the classroom.
I felt a little embarrassed sharing that information. Sometimes words slip off of my Teflon tongue before my brain has a chance to evaluate their implications.
"Please Santiago don't refer to drug use or use any more profanity."
"Of course Mrs. Pillion My sincere apologies. Now where was I?"
"You were smoking dope on your way here this morning." A voice from the back of the class shouts.
Again a chorus of laughter sings out this time including me.
"Okay traviesos help me out here. You're going to get me busted. Now I've been told there are no new ideas. Accepting that fact to be true, it's necessary to dress your story in different clothes. Give it a new look, a different voice, a new name. Introduce it as if the plot has never been on a date before. However, it doesn't necessarily mean it's still a virgin."
"Is there any other questionable advice you have for someone wanting to be a writer?" Mrs. Pillion asks.
"Yes, as matter of fact I do.
I'd like to leave you with a few suggestions you may want to consider.
1.Make sure you have a mirror available so you can watch yourself starve to death.
2. Write about what it is you know.
3.Just because it happened to you doesn't make it interesting.
4. Fuck what other people say.
5. Don't criticize your work. There's plenty of assholes in the world that will do it for you.
6. When you feel uninspired remember: It could be worse, it could be raining.
7. Love what you do and you'll never work a day in your life.
And lastly: Never take a Mime's word for it."
" Santiago please! That's enough for today. Thank you for your insightful information."
I could barely hear her over the thunderous applause from the students and also giving me a standing ovation. I was a hit.
A couple of weeks later talking with my former wife, she mentioned the consequence of my lecture to the Creative Writing class.
" Did you know Allison was suspended for two weeks by the School Board because parents complained about her allowing you to give your books to the students. They were upset and quite angry pointing out your stories were disturbing, pornographic and obscene. Definitely not proper reading material for High School students. They were considering having you charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor."
"So what, you're saying is they didn't like my books?"
"What is wrong with you? You burnt yourself out on too many drugs. Did you understand anything I said? Oh ya, there was even a story about your lecture in the local newspaper."
" So they did like my stories! I knew it."
" Santiago, you're a real piece of work."
Faith Saves
My soul sought to find God.
Salvation was in God's hands.
Deliverance was God’s wishes.
Sitting in the chapel praying.
A heart full of grief praying.
Loneliness turned into tears.
Praying for heaven to come
Seeking peace in my life.
Always seeking to belong.
In moments of despair tears came,
Praying for heaven to come to me.
Always praying for heaven to come.
Soar with Me
Heaven is a place with my heart.
A renewed awareness of each beat.
Listening to the sounds of light.
Soar with me to a place of beauty.
Leaving a trail of stars to heaven.
Follow each star as it lights the sky.
Soar with each breath you take.
Behold each star as your own.
Touch Heaven in your dreams.
Night Stars
Night stars glow in the skies of Vermont.
Stars upon stars as the moon watches me.
Light my path home to heaven to God.
A shooting star leaves a trail to heaven.
Harmony to a place where love exists.
A soul finding Jesus among the stars.
A life of hardship and despair forgotten.
It was grace that saved me from the pain.
A night that my soul was full of light.
Today's Breakfast
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Today's Breakfast
is yesterday's lunch
And Dinner was
"Keep the coffee Hot!"
I'm alone in the night
Until I close my Eyes
Until the lure of Love
& my Hands touch
the sky
to adjust the stars a nudge
Everything I do Happens next
& I'm happy to the moment.
I lift my New Memories
of the freshly Brewed pleasure
Abandon my past
this savory moment
Kiss time
and Let go
The Luminous Child by Cheryl D. Wade M.D. is a fantasy account of how the universe and earth were created. A lot of the pictures throughout the book are from the Hubble Telescope. They are absolutely breathtaking. A very enlightening book for mythology and fantasy lovers.
By Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri
Translated by Yuanbing Zhang
Every Giant Looks Like Another Me
There is a colossal ship in my golden state from outer space,
sometimes it visit me in dreams,
take me to the interstellar city of giants.
Where there is my tomorrow's new home–
the streets are covered with multicoloured gems,
the words of giants sounds like the music;
the gigantic buildings are the works of the Gods,
let you forget yesterday's self in an instant.
The whole giant city is your own garden,
and every giant looks like another me.
07.10.2020
每一个巨人仿佛另一个自己
我天外的黄金之国有一艘巨轮
有时在梦境把我访问
载我去星际的巨人之城
那儿是我明天的新的家园
街道上铺满了五色的宝石
巨人们的话语仿佛乐曲
一座一座巨厦是天神的作品
让你刹那间忘了昨日的自己
那整座巨城是你自己的花园
而每一个巨人仿佛另一个自己
2020.07.10
The Paradises From Outside Time
The heavenly flower from paradise on my palm
make the wine of time twinkle with a smile of dawn.
When the ancient in your bones play Guqin leisurely,
you will see the prehistoric self, who riding like the wind–
the mountains will be transparent and greet you ,
the rivers will be mellow, as if they are surrouned with the jade belts.
There are a great many golden palaces on the clouds,
where there are your paradises from outside time.
07.10.2020
时光之外的乐园
我手掌上这朵天国之仙葩
让时光之酒闪烁黎明之笑容
当你骨骼里的古人丁丁而弹琴
你看到了乘风而行的史前的自己
群山透明向你致意
河流芳醇如玉带萦绕
在云朵之上有巨多的金殿
那儿是你时光之外的乐园
2020.07.10
There's A Much Larger World in The Body
There's a much larger world in the body
this is the secret that the ancient sages has told you.
Listen to the light pass through your body and play Guqin in your bones
noticed an old man, who was 30000 years old ,sitting in a palace on the mountains top.
There is an island in the depths of the ocean,
the goddess was so brilliant before the world had been born.
Her eyes will make you to forget the sadness,
for an instant, take you through those free and unfettered days outside.
05.12.2020
在身体里有一个更大的世界
在身体里有一个更大的世界
这就是古代圣人告诉你的秘密
倾听光线穿过你的身体在骨骼里弹琴
看到一个老人三万岁了坐在山巅的一座宫殿
在海洋的深处有一座小岛
那位女神在世界诞生之前就如此灿烂
她的两只眼睛会让你忘了忧伤
一瞬间带你穿越那天外逍遥的日子
2020.05.12
The World is just A Lie
The world is just a lie,
truth is on the other side of the world.
We can neither see the light of time
nor know that everything is a shadow on the running water.
There is another me on another planet,
you have never been born or died.
When the maze becomes transparent, the door of time-space opens,
you will shake hands and smile with the giant in the heavens.
The words are both music and the epic of the soul,
Telling you that the palaces of outer space are incomparably lofty,
as if they are as endless as the mountains of gold.
03.17.2020
世界只是一个谎言
世界只是一个谎言
真理在世界的另一面
我们看不到时间之光
不知道一切只是流水之上的影子
另外的星球上有另外的自己
你不曾出生也不曾死去
当迷宫透明时空之门敞开
你将和那天上的巨人握手微笑
那词语是乐曲也是灵魂之史诗
告诉你天外的宫殿无比的巍峨
如黄金之山岳连绵而无际
2020.03.17
Bio: Yuan Hongri (born 1962) is a renowned Chinese mystic, poet, and philosopher. His work has been published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada, and Nigeria; his poems have appeared in Poet's Espresso Review, Orbis, Tipton Poetry Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Pinyon Review, Taj Mahal Review, Madswirl, Shot Glass Journal, Amethyst Review, The Poetry Village, and other e-zines, anthologies, and journals. His best known works are Platinum City and Golden Giant. His works explore themes of prehistoric and future civilization. Its content is to show the solemnity, sacredness and greatness of human soul through the exploration of soul.
Yuanbing Zhang (b. 1974), who is a Chinese poet and translator, works in a Middle School, Yanzhou District , Jining City, Shandong Province, China. He can be contacted through his email- 3112362909@qq.com.
Phone:+86 15263747339 Email:3112362909@qq.com
Address:No.18 middle school Yanzhou District ,Jining City, Shandong Province, China Yuan Hongri