CONTEMPORARY POETRY
Posted on January 18, 2014 by magda
Without Me
I made a promise to myself – To become famous:
Not for money, but for Art….
The wanting has grown long sinuous roots and become Ancient;
a deep tree from which Words Cascade – brief and delicate.
Springblossoms breathlessly summon parables,
Settling as dust does on one’s skin; unfolding
an Unforgettable gaze of beautiful eyes.
I...
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Posted on January 17, 2014 by magda
The Muse
To find a holy one upon my path,
to see a vision that transforms me,
to hear a muse within my soul
speak until I must, at last,
gain freedom from the poet’s wrath.
Garnet Shaw Robbie
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Posted on January 9, 2014 by magda
Panic in the supermarket tendrils of fearunfurl around me among the shelvescrackers play dicewith my heart there’s too little airin the Spanish olivesunarmed a purple auberginemocks me – “mala insana”what madness is this? my soul baredthere is nowhere to hidelayer upon layer of skinunpeeled, stinginginsidious tears pretzels hold out their armslike children in prayer I stare at...
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Posted on January 7, 2014 by magda
Sacrifice
He loves me, he loves me nota tear begins to form
He loves me, he loves me nota seed of fear is born
He loves me, he loves me notmy heart will not settle
He loves me, he loves me not!I crush the fragile petal.
What if he never loves me?My brokenness won’t mend
I...
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Posted on January 5, 2014 by magda
Europeans
Now we are in Europe let us takeTo selling mushrooms by the roadside,Broad-brimmed platefuls and uniform buttonsPlucked before dawn in the forest of birch,The dank delicious one-legged fleshClimbing from grave-pits as big and as deepAs the forest themselves, for it does notTake long to establish the custom, not longTo forget...
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Posted on January 5, 2014 by magda
Night poem
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain
In this country of water with its beige moon damp as a mushroom, its drowned stumps and long birds that swim, where the...
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Posted on January 4, 2014 by magda
Our Gaia
Look down from space and feel wonderment,right past the moon, as dry as bone dust, past our landing spot in the sea of tranquility.
Catch your breath, see rising earth, aglowa gleaming membrane of the brightest bluethat’s girded with great drifts of cloud,
Gaia is our ferry on this sea of...
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Posted on December 30, 2013 by magda
Waves of Time
Time passes tooleaving you withgiving you somechoices to makethings to fatemessages are brokenwords not spokenfeeling awokenfuture turnsa wheel of meaningclouds of doubtwaves of beenof beingof to beof has beenof haveof will beof could be
from the volume “Roll The Dice”
Glen Alexander
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Posted on December 30, 2013 by magda
Searcher
To seekBut to never findTo wishTo lose your mindTo dreamOf losing timeA way outIs sometimesTo let it goYou’ll findA resolutionOf some kindThe day is long butDarkness is a friend of mineDid you turn that Water to wineAll aloneMiddle of the daily grindSearching forSomeone to be mine
from the volume “Been, Being…Gone”
Glen...
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Posted on December 28, 2013 by magda
Whispers Of Your Heart
There is a quiet in my life only your whisper bringsI listen in the silence to the music your heart singsI rest upon your loving thoughts, enjoying peace of mindInside that peaceful tenderness only with you I’d find
There are no hidden feelings, everything is very clearWe ride...
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