Prosaic Hell by Don Matthews

I have so many poems They wait, pile up, say “send” They keep on procreating Drives me round the bend This bloody rhyme’s addictive I gotta have my words Injected for my daily fix It’s damnably absurd You say to me go rehab They will de-rhyme your brain Jack and Jill won’t climb the hill…

Far Too Late I Realized by Shobana Gomes

Once when there was life in me,I took it for granted,I waited far too long, thinking I had timeMaybe to say “I Love You” or just to be aroundTo light up someone’s life and maybe even mine I put off the day and then realized far too soon it was nightTime had passed through my…

A Shepherd’s Tale by Tony Ashenden

Consider, discuss, decide as you must. A boy      of nine I was, given to play? Yes-               but impatient to grow. A minder of sheep and goat, not quite a shepherd, you understand. Arab Jewish Samaritans, lowborn we were     under Roman rule in the land of Moses. Tent dwellers; nomadic in the Way of the Sea…

Night Tide by Jeff Flesch

I alight on a star it’s farther than I’ve ever been before a thousand miles away from you I transfix my eyes on all the galaxies next door while knowing they are reminiscent of a time before our love was larger than the sun in the sky within my heart you always did shine like…

My Flavors by Joni Caggiano

sipping me softly through a fairy’s straw sampling each flavor you whisper, it is my essence you savor arousing monarch butterflies now swing singing ballads to start flutes and a fluttering of my loving heart -JONI CAGGIANO Joni’s blog is Rum and Robots, where she has published poetry, photography, and short stories. Take a look…

Dr. Don at Your Service by Don Matthews

(Researchers at Donyagoz Adana Hospital, Turkey have found excess use of Viagra can produce a multitude of unwanted side effects. Feb 2020) Dr. Don’s on your screen here to warn you If you’re using Viagra to excess OK, you will stand you to attention But other things might end in mess This simple little thing…

Remains by Dr. Shailja Sharma

The cottage remains The myth of love still lives in the heap of straw and amongst the beads of a broken necklace The footsteps cutting through woods are deep, solid despite the rain through years Life is walking on them rather slowly due to a tangled “Scarf” -DR. SHAILJA SHARMA This poem was first published in…

The Sinful Mirror by Sheereen Fatima

Mirror mirror on the wall, Can you see the darkness that we hide in us all? That darkness that molds itself within, Pecking the soul and taking it for a spin. The unworth glistening in your reflective surface, The bubbling insecurities vicious cries without any solace. Mirror mirror on the wall, Can you see the…

Religious Ego by Tony Ashenden

Gritty shell Church within an egg I watch the moulder of your stone In envy Of the subtle grain that clings together Unperturbed Disdainful of my changing face. I even see Your smoke washed splints of mortar Laughing into faces. Stilton memories I achieved And could not Stop the wooden green from going rot. Words…

Moon’s Dust by Jeff Flesch

drips drop from the top of a stopwatch as the minutes until we meet cascade over my heart watching the fear depart say you’ll love me until the last act of the art leaves forever and may we impart and imprint upon our collective souls the deep need for a fire so bold continuing to…

Picnic and A Crow by Joni Caggiano

in the glee of a sapphire sky, the sun plays leapfrog with a cloud cake chinwags to cheese falling off the family’s tattered picnic table landing by hungry carpenter ants grateful to be done building a stable boys swerving on a swing sitting sideways long ago nailed to an oak wrestling, like a couple of…

Polyadic by Don Matthews

Polyadic What’s it mean? Quite benign? Quite obscene? Yes it’s in You’re favourite dic Or if you choose Take any pick It simply means Three or more Useless word I ever saw What a useless Waste of time Polyadic Waste of rhyme Polyadic Three or more Four, five, six What a bore How can I…

What’s in a Name by Shobana Gomes

Knitted in the document of names, the journey beginsOf what do you see the traits begin or howHow does the trail reveal its rootsA name stands to gain footage on scrollsLike a mushrooming tree, it gains its footholdA surname likened to a familyThe name that catapults the flames of identityTo know the branches that hold…

Where’s the End by Swati Sharma

Oh dear! Comfort you are so cozy and warmJust like a blanket in a cold night and like homeYou make me feel lighter without any fearYou just become a habit, oh so dearOne part of me always pushes you away from meYes, I am one of those who mostly listen to the part that says-“…

Cloudless Drifter by Jeff Flesch

oranges and limes fill the sky a scent reminiscent of another time when love was like a drop of candy in the winter and the fields were dusty a cloudless drifter was I looking for another relation the wonder filling my mind while birds chirped on the trees broken limbs and I continued to swim…

I Lost My Sun by Dr. Sunil Kaushal

Then there came a day when my sun lost its way I waited, choking the pain, waited in vain the blanket hugged me, warily I peeped, fearing what I’d see. My dreams still lay on the window sill, drinking the night’s nectar of make believe intoxicating fragrant deception velvety seduction enticing glimmering moon bugs that…