CONTEMPORARY POETRY

Elegy For A Friend

The threads that join two loyal hearts will span an ocean of time, from moments of forgotten art, the echo of hearts’ rhyme transcends the avalanche of pain, that severed threads beget, as sure as golden leaves shall fall this love shall not forget. John Anstie http://www.poemhunter.com/john-anstie/ How much you can tell about a person only by reading their words...Read More »

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Magdalena

        Magdalena She brings all her talents to life’s path mindful, shares with other souls she meets. Like a lily who needs no adornment the beauty of words alight on sensitive lips, her dark eyes scan a literary landscape. An erudite scholar in the digital world she travels the planet, harvests beauty in many...Read More »

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Sister J’s Home Cookin’ Helena, Arkansas

  Sister J’s Home Cookin’ Helena, Arkansas Sister J prayed constantly for remembrance, said “What he want?” all too often. She worried them all. Even when she smiled, said hello to all the folk sittin’ at the tables, she worried them. Eggs need salt only once. Butter needs cuttin’ only once....Read More »

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A poet' s garden

                A poet’ s garden Ideas grow and flourish as I walk a wilderness garden; I plant new seeds of inspiration and renewal, tread the dark rich soil of fertile imagination. In moments of paroxysmal madness, I return to source, a temple, gripped by roots of ancient woodland; here I feel my way,...Read More »

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Poet' s Place

                  Poet’ s Place The heart is a sacred templeIn each and every thingWhere love is but a wordAnd words have no meaning It is the door of the AbsoluteThe still Center of the WheelThe silence of Eternal OmThe Place where eyes can’t see It is the heart that finally opensWhen all other doors...Read More »

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The Silver Willow Tree

                        The Silver Willow Tree when my soul is in pain and tears fall like rain like a willow tree i bend but i don’t break …. yet heaviness of strife causes my heart to ache and darkness descends like an old familiar friend i crawl back into the shadows to heal...Read More »

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The Story is the Rose

              The Story is the Rose I am no Philosopher That has never been my role. I only have a story And that story is a Rose. chapter 1 In fire gold is tested I am tested by the gold But I have no use for riches When my story is a Rose chapter...Read More »

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