Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Our oak gone on--By ayaz daryl nielsen--United States

Our oak gone on

Around it we sing a huge song
for a loved one now gone on
Sunlight sifts through leafless
branches to the healthy sapling
‘tween aster and gnarled roots,
this covenant of reverence
awaiting our great grand-kin.

ayaz daryl nielsen, who has been a hospice nurse and roughneck (as on oil rigs), lives in Longmont, Colorado. He is editor of bear creek haiku (26+ years/127+ issues) and an award-winning poet with hundreds of poems published worldwide. His poetry collection haiku tumbleweeds still tumbling is at Amazon.com, and! he is online - bear creek haiku poetry, poems and information.

The Second Innings--By Pijush Kanti Deb--India

The Second Innings

Before it’s too late
and the Sun sets in the lap
of a never ending barren night
a line of control is ought to be drawn
around the dogmatic sons and daughters
and their tearful parents
and used as a brake in their blind race
trampling the hopeful hearts of their parents
and a reverberating summon is ought to be shouted
for bringing them back
to listen to the prohibitory warnings
of the talking birds and clouds
with whom they fly their mad kites
and of the whispering moon and the stars
beneath whom they knit their selfish dreams
and thus they are to be compelled
to feel their parents in them
playing the second innings
to make their previous losses and deficiencies up
and lives satisfied with flying colors.

Pijush Kanti Deb is a new Indian poet with more than 210 published or accepted poems in national and international magazines and journals like Down in the dirt, Tajmahal Review, Pennine Ink, Hollow Publishing, CreativicaMagazine, Muse India, Teeth Dream Magazine, Hermes Poetry Journal, Madusa’s Kitchen and Grey Borders. At present, he is working as an Associate Professor in Economics.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes--By Robert Lindley--United States

As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes

In a dream world where fantasies abound
shall be where my princess is found.
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire.

Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness her daily goal
As midnight moon shines upon her eyes
a thought comes to me so very wise.

Surely she could come to me down here
easing my hurt, wash away my fear.
A soft gentle touch to my spirit renew
help me find a love any man is due.

In a dream world such fantasies exist
your heart's desire, anything on your list.

Robert Lindley is poet from the Southern USA. He has been writing poetry since 1969. Robert writes with the intent to offer others words to enjoy and with high hopes he may inspire and brighten lives in some way.

Beacon of Light--By Don Beukes--United Kingdom

Beacon of Light

As shadows dance in the night,
I pray for a light to shine bright,
Words to guide and protect me,
You have a gift can’t you see?
Whispers cut in the dark,
Doubts creep in to cut and tear,
Words will guide and protect me,
You have a gift won’t you see?
Misguided intentions
become inventions
of the mind, heart and soul,
Must believe words can guide
and protect me,
You are the gift,
wish all would see,
Beacon of light,
shining bright…

Don Beukes is a retired teacher of English who now devotes more time to share his words with our global village. Originally from Cape Town, South Africa, he grew up and was educated during the last two decades of Apartheid and want to share his literal mentality in order to enable others to adjust their moral compass in an ever-changing society. He also writes under the alias of SalamanDer.

SEPTEMBER ANNOUNCEMENTS/PUBLICATION OPPORTUNITIES

NEW CONTRIBUTORS IN AUGUST--   

        Ajise Vincent--Nigeria
        Edilson Afonso Ferreira--Brazil  (New Country)
        Subilaga Emmie Mulaga Jana--Malawi
        Taiwo Adetimole--Nigeria
        Sanju Clement--India
           
Please welcome them to our community.  We now have representatives from the following countries--Australia, Botswana, Canada, Canary Islands, Costa Rica, England, France, Germany, India, Ireland, Israel, Malawi, Malta, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nigeria, Pakistan, Philippines, Portugal, Romania, Saudi Arabia, Scotland, Singapore, Tunisia, Turkey, U.A.E., United Kingdom, United States and Wales.  I look forward to expanding this list in the future. Thank you to everyone that has supported Whispers in any way.                                                                                 -Sincerely,  Karen

We have a world wide audience. If you are currently reading Whispers, please consider submitting a poem for consideration. You may contact Karen at gksm@cableone.net for guidelines. Thank you.

Note--Ads due for October column by September 25

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Beth Winchcombe announces her novel, For LOVE of Maria: A compelling love story. This is currently available in paperback on Amazon.co.uk, also Amazon.com priced at £7-99p. Kindle version to download for just £2-00p. Published by Diadem Books, Author name Beth Richards.

Ron Larson released a book of poetry called Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales Outlined in Rhyme. More information regarding the book is available from Amazon.com or CreateSpace.com

Russell Sivey has published a poetry book called Halloween Horrors II. This book can be purchased at lulu.com, search Halloween Horrors II. Please be sure you select the Halloween Horrors II as that one is the correct book.

Robert P. Hansen's forthcoming novel Angst (Book 4 of the Angus the Mage fantasy series) will become available in June or early July. In anticipation of this event, he has made the first book of the series free as an eBook through several retailers. For more on this and his other books, visit his blog at: https://rphansenauthorpoet.wordpress.com/.

Jack Horne announces the release of his second novel, Cyber Vamps: a paranormal-fantasy romance. This book is currently available from eTreasuresPublishing.com, price $3.99 http://jackhorne.blogspot.co.uk

John W. (Bill) Williams published a science fiction book that he also illustrated called The Dream Hill.  To order copies from Xlibris Company call 1-888-795-4274 or go to www.Xlibris.com  The website provides sample pages of the book for interested readers.

Paul Callus published his first ebook of poetry called Meander in December 2014. It is a collection of 86 poems and songs which should appeal to those who read poetry for pleasure and relaxation. It is available at Amazon.

Pijush Kanti Deb released a poetry collection, Beneath the Shadow of a White Pigeon,
published by The Hollow Publishing. More information about the book is available at, http://www.amazon.com/Beneath-Shadow-White-Pigeon-Pijush/dp/1505854113/ref=sr_1_1_twi_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1422829526&sr=8-1&keywords=beneath+the+shadow+of+a+white+pigeon

Marianne Szlyk has released a new chapbook, Listening to Electric Cambodia Looking Up at Trees at Heaven, through Kind of a Hurricane Press' Barometric Pressures Authors Series. You may download the chapbook for free at this site: http://barometricpressures.blogspot.com/2014/10/listening-to-electric-cambodia-looking.html Thank you.

Celine Rose Mariotti has a new mystery/detective book called Minister’s Shoes in which Rev. Castle helps Sada Sampson find her husband and he also proves that Trevor is innocent of killing Cartwright. The story involves casino deals, infidelity, gambling and some big town gossips who are knee deep in the casino deals.  Price of book is: $11.00. If you live in CT, sales tax is 6.35 so price would be $11.70.  Postage is $2.70.  You can order from Amazon or you can order from me: celinem@aol.com

Maureen Sudlow has a poetry book, Antipodes, was released in early December. More information available on her website www.kiwis-soar.com

Lisa DeVinney has a website for her devotional poetry called Lifting My Eyes, at liftingmyeyes.com

Karen O’Leary released Whispers, her first book of poetry in 2011, published by APF Publisher. It has been getting good reviews and is available at online at www.lulu.com (Search Whispers under Karen O'Leary) or contact Karen at gksm@cableone.net

PUBLICATION/CONTEST OPPORTUNITIES

Please consider supporting The Jokester and Creative Inspirations by sending stamps or other small donations to help with postage.  Thank you for considering this.                                    

                                                           ---Karen

Maurice J. Reynolds would like to announce that To God be the Glory! Publications and Creative Inspirations are undergoing some new and exciting changes. At this time, Creative Inspirations is accepting poetry submissions. For more information and guidelines, go to: www.tgbtgpublictions.com, or write to: To God be the Glory Publications, Attn: Creative Inspirations Guidelines, P.O. Box 19051, Kalamazoo, MI 49019.

ayaz daryl nielsen's print publication bear creek haiku is always open for postal submissions, mail poetry to bear creek haiku, PO Box 596, Longmont, CO 80502, USA, 11 lines and less, include SASE. Can be contacted at darylayaz@me.com, blog site is bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com.

Tom Davis, publisher of Old Mountain Press, invites all to review his eBook site (Kindle and NOOK) where numerous Old Mountain Press Anthologies of poetry and prose are listed see: Self-publish an electronic book e-book with Old Mountain Press. Visit Old Mountain Press' eBook site at http://www.oldmp.com/e-book

Jean Calkins, editor: The Jokester, 2 pages of clean jokes free by email monthly, a forever stamp by snail mail (monthly or quarterly). Help bring smiles to shut-ins by contributing forever stamps. Even one stamp helps. Jean Calkins, 260 4th St., Waynesville, NC 28786-3762. joker31277@yahoo.com

David Fox is seeking family-friendly poems for his magazine, The Poet's Art. Rates for the publication are $7 an issue or $25 for a 4 issue subscription. Checks should be made to cash.  Foreign contributors should pay $10 an issue or $35 for a subscription by international money order or American cash only.  Send submissions and  money for subscriptions to David Fox,171 Silverleaf Lane, Islandia, NY 11749 USA.

Whispers is always looking for new writers to join our community.  Please send family friendly poems 20 lines or less to gksm@cableone.net  Complete guidelines posted at the end of each month.  Thank you to everyone who has already contributed to the site.

Ads are placed by the underlined names.  Whispers has not verified the accuracy of all the information. 

Monday, August 31, 2015

Submission Guidelines

Thank you for considering Whispers for a place to share your writing.  The guidelines follow:

1.  Submissions of unpublished and previously published work are acceptable.  Please do not send quotes from others unless they are in the context of the piece submitted and that the original author is given credit.  It is up to the author to obtain permission if needed for reprints.  By submitting to Whispers, the writer is assuring that the work is his or her own.  Whispers reserves the right to delete any work that has been copied from another writer without credit or authorization.

2.  Send one of the three following:

    ---1 poem 20 lines or less

    ---up to 5 haiku/senryu (please make sure to clearly identify that separate poems are being submitted)


    ---up to 3 tanka (see above)

    ---for people that are not poets, 1 short paragraph of encouragement will be considered

Writers are eligible for publication every other month.

3.  You may include a bio of 4-5 lines written in third person style.  See “Living Wings” published January 15, 2013 for an example.  A bio is not necessary for publication.

4.  No profanity, erotica, violence or other derogatory writing will be accepted.

5.  Whispers reserves the right to select poetry based on the goal stated at the end of the guidelines.

6.  Spiritual poetry is welcomed but the editor would like to have a variety of pieces that will uplift and inspire readers.  Humor is appreciated.

7.  Children’s poetry is appreciated.  Parent permission is required.  Please email gksm@cableone.net before sending.

8.  Poetry will be published along the left margin for consistency.  Please keep that in mind when submitting.

9.  Preferred method of submission is to send poetry as a works document or in the body of an email with your name and country.  Please email your submission to Karen O’Leary at gksm@cableone.net  If you would rather submit by snail mail, please email Karen for her address.  You may email her with any questions you may have.

10.  I hope you also participate by commenting on others’ writing. 

In this challenging time for many, it is the hope that Whispers will connect people in a way that is supportive, encouraging and inspiring to others.  Thank you for considering being a part of this community.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Editor's Thoughts/A Writer's Soul--By Karen O'Leary

Dear Readers,

It is a pleasure to take a few moments to share some time with you each month.  There have been several new contributors in recent months so I thought I would share some information about Whispers opportunities. 

Individual Poems--Contributors are eligible for publication every other month.  The Submission Guidelines are published at the end of each month for further details.

Collaborative Poems--Writers are eligible to share a collaborative poem once a month.  Guidelines were published on 10/29/2013.  One of the poets must be a current contributor.

Ad Column--This is a free opportunity to any current contributor.  Ads can include publication opportunities, contests, book publication, and other honors.  Guidelines were published on 4/11/2013.

Activity Opportunities--I send out information regarding the month’s activity on the 5th of each month.  Please feel free to share this opportunity with friends.  Writers do not have to be current contributors to participate. 

Whispers would also like to publish more children’s writing.  If you know of any young writers that would be interested, please let them know about our online journal.  It is important in keeping creative writing alive in the years to come to support our young writers in their journeys.  Parental permission is needed.

A Writer’s Soul

thoughts
pour
through life…
the saved scraps
glued into poems
I hope will make a difference

Thank you for all your do for our online journal/poetry community.  Your ongoing support is greatly appreciated.  May your words make a difference.

Blessings,

Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor

Haiku--By Arvinder Kaur--India

tree swing -
in and out of sunshine
my outstretched toes
_______________

smoke drifts
from the incense stick-
my wayward thoughts
_______________

vacant desk...
the expanse of sunlight
uninterrupted
_______________

waterfall...
a distant echo
of her anklets
_______________

Note--Previously published at A Hundred Gourds
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Arvinder Kaur is an Associate professor in English and Media Studies. She writes haiku both in Punjabi as well as English. She has four books to her credit which include poetry, a work of translation and her first collection of punjabi haiku, Nimolian. Her work has been published in several haiku journals and anthologies. She lives in Chandigarh with her family.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

She was a Warm Summer--By Keith O. J. Hunt--Canada

She was a Warm Summer

I remember her.....
   many a dreamy summer ago;
   as a flower which blooms
      in beauty all the more each day;
No hues of her could I create
   such wondrous ways
    walking with me
       in some invisible world.....
       with she,
       on some ancient beach ----
       some carpet to infinity;
A sphere so endless ----
       it barely began.....
       as a kiss most sweet,
       it must leave to dull-time,
       as a rose which wilts away to tears.....
But I kissed her again.....
       'neath a lunar lamp,
       a soft tide to tickle our toes,
       beside beauty which blooms all the more each day...... 

Keith O. J. Hunt is a Classic-Romantic poet who generally prefers the older styles which he finds the greatest way to express his thoughts. He loves people, nature, spirituality and all things beautiful. Keith lives in Ottawa, Canada and has been writing poetry for 15 yrs.

The Romance of the Permanent Wake--By Alan McAlpine Douglas--United Kingdom

The Romance of the Permanent Wake

Man’s way of chaos-handling shows,
he tames his universe with zest;
trace where he was, or goes; man knows
his wake defines where he’ll be missed.

Sleek airplane’s hum is clearly heard,
impulse, man’s wave to unknown mates:
no sooner flown this silver bird,
than vapour trail evaporates.

Salt sailor bold bad weather braves,
he stares astern at widening wake
through foam-flecked seas tossed ship breaks waves,
though wake’s erased where bruised wave break.

Airplane’s thin trail ? It came, and went.
Wake is erased by wave’s torments;
but two glistening, snaking rails accent
man’s way : man’s wake made permanent !

Alan McAlpine Douglas, father to 5 and grandfather to 3, has been writing poetry since 1993. His idiosyncratic voice has produced thousands of poems in this time, and he finds it quite hard to stay serious, even when he means to. He also enjoys writing spoofs, using well-known poems or songs like Clementine or In the Ghetto as his models.

Friday, August 28, 2015

finding stars…--By Su'eddie Vershima Agema--Nigeria

finding stars…

he looked up to the skies;
it reflected the darkness that lay at the bottom of his heart
he searched for the stars but they were absent
he smiled sadly

he wasn’t going to be low too long
for he knew that beyond those blankets, the stars shone

he took a deep breath, closed his eyes
kissed the air and searched for the stars once more
this time he found a million sparkles
deep within his soul…


Su'eddie Vershima Agema was joint winner, Association of Nigerian Authors Prize for Poetry 2014 with his second collection, Home Equals Holes: Tale of an Exile. He lives in Nigeria, blogs at http://sueddie.wordpress.com and can be reached at eddieagema@yahoo.com. @sueddieagema on Twitter.

Preacher's Pet Peeve--By Robert A. Dufresne--United States

Preacher's Pet Peeve

There was a man whose name was Mr. Loud;
he preached humility with his head bowed.
He was quite the preacher,
with a unique feature.
He was so humble that it made him proud!

Robert A. Dufresne was born in Vermont and raised on a dairy farm. After four years in the Navy and trying his hand at a couple of trades, he settled in as a self employed remodeling carpenter for 31 years. He and his wife moved to Florida in 1998, where he continued his career. He began writing poetry in 2009 .

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Escaping the Matrix: A Choka--By Nalini Priyadarshni--India

Escaping the Matrix: A Choka

We remain same though
Something dies in us each day
To pave way for new
That did not exist before
Metamorphosis
Evolution perhaps, or
Degeneration
Endless possibilities
Exist outside the matrix

Nalini Priyadarshni is a poet, writer, editor and amateur photographer. Her work has appeared at numerous magazines and international anthologies including Up the Staircase Weekly, eFiction India, Mad Swirl, Camel Saloon, Lipstickparty mag, Tanka Undertow, Locution Mag, and Earl of Plaid. Her forthcoming publications include Learning & Creativity and Dukool. She lives in, India with her husband and two feisty kids.

Aftermath--By Tim Ryerson--United States

Aftermath -

tree frogs are singing
to orange-black tinted clouds
against purple sky

set in the foreground
an A-Frame rooftop peeks out
between long-leaf pines

further off due south
thunder still rumbles and rolls,
threatening the peace

a single raindrop
draining from the carport roof
tickles down my nose

the sight and the sound
of the eternal present
in the perfect now

Tim Ryerson is a published poet from Ponchatoula, Louisiana who retired from the printing business in 2011. He began writing in the 80’s but did not take it seriously until 2001 after the untimely death of his then 21 year old son. He does not have a ‘signature style’ but prefers writing different forms of poetry. Many of his poems use southern slang and Cajun dialect. He also enjoys writing humorous poems, especially limericks and senryu and was among the winners in the latest Humor Press writing contest with his entry “Emergency Rooms Just KILL me.”

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

October Sky--By Jan Allison--United Kingdom

October Sky
 
dusky marmalade
drips onto the horizon
eyes feast hungrily

fiery embers glow
painted with swirling brushstrokes
artistry of God

waxing crescent moon
peeps through rich tangerine clouds
dream time approaches

Jan Allison is a relative newcomer to poetry. She didn’t start writing poetry until her husband was diagnosed with prostate cancer and underwent surgery at the end of 2013. She wrote her first poem ‘Splendid Isolation’ whilst he was in hospital. Since then has discovered a love of poetry and has written over 500 poems. Jan also wrote collaboratively with her writing partner Darren Watson under the name Jadazzle United.

Dreams, Thoughts and Moments--By Robert Hewett Sr.--United States

Dreams, Thoughts and Moments

Every little dream I dream at night
has you safe in my arms holding me tight.
Every little thought I think each day
has your beautiful eyes looking my way.
Each little moment of my daily life,
I have happy thoughts of you as my wife.
My every heartbeat is for your love.
I sing with the raindrops sent from above.
But, alas, such deep love can never be;
that love would be strong as an oak tree.
Even roses don’t last, not even for me.
Dreams are just wishful thinking.
Thoughts are gone as quick as blinking.
Moments never stay around very long
So love of my life I will sing you a song.

Robert Hewett Sr. was born 1n 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Love Everlasting--By Linda Hurdwell--England

Love Everlasting

I might have gone but you mustn’t fear
You can’t see me now yet I am here.
I’m in a snowflake or splash of rain
I’m the soft breeze that soothes your pain
You’ll feel my kiss in the morning dew
You’ll catch my love in a hazy hue
And when the sun is hot and strong
My smile is wide as I sing a song
You’ll hear my voice as the wind plays
Bellowing and blowing on gusty days
I’m in the flowers, the grass, the air
I’m a cloud, a leaf in nature’s lair
And when it’s dark and cold and bleak
My arms will hug you as I speak
Whisper to my children dear
Don’t weep, don’t fret, for I am here

Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years.  She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published.  Although now a pensioner,  she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week.  Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.

Shopping Question--By Suzanne Clement--United States

Shopping Question

I brought some cream of rice at the store
Because I found I needed some more.
It’s on a shelf quite high.
And so I say, why
Can’t it be on a shelf nearer to the floor?

Suzanne Clement is a writer from Dover, New Hampshire.

Monday, August 24, 2015

The Butterfly Emerges--By Kelly Deschler--United States

The Butterfly Emerges

From the dark cocoon, the butterfly emerges,
Finally realizing she cannot control her urges,
To witness the beauty of the midnight moon,
The butterfly emerges, from the dark cocoon.

She flew from the shadows, out into the daylight,
The colors on her wings had never shone so bright,
She was meant to be here, her brave heart knows,
Out into the daylight, she flew from the shadows.

No more sitting alone, back in her little room,
No more hiding in dampness, darkness and gloom,
She had finally found a friend to call her own,
Back in her little room, no more sitting alone. 


Kelly Deschler lives in Big Falls, Wisconsin, United States.

Desi Chinese--By Shloka Shankar--India

Desi Chinese

Chinese takeout was our thing –
specifically – Desi Chinese.
My dad and I almost always made sure
there was enough vinegar in the rice,
much to the chagrin of my mother.
She would tell us about how

it was just right. Of course it wasn’t.
Now she knows. Few words were spoken,
but a lot of gesticulations in the form
of gustatory head banging and
garlic sighs peppered the table.

The crunch of a still reasonably warm
spring-roll would signal that we were really
starting to dig in to our meal. My dad would
ask me, “How is it?” and I would mumble
through a garden of vegetables, “Sho good!”

In between all the soy sauce, ajinomoto,
and vinegar (of course), we were just
the three of us – enjoying a family meal.

It was our little tradition. And it smelled of home.

Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer residing in India. Her work appears in over two dozen international anthologies including publications by Paragram, Silver Birch Press, Minor Arcana Press, Harbinger Asylum, Kind of a Hurricane Press and Writing Knights Press among others. Her poems, erasures, haiku & tanka have appeared in numerous print and online journals. She is also the editor of the literary and arts journal, Sonic Boom.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

WHISPER'S SPECIAL ACTIVITY--CONNECTING WITH FOODS--OUR POEMS

Treat your taste buds to an adventure. Read this month's activity. Poets from all over the world share their love of food: a traditional dish, a personal favorite or family favorite. We celebrate love and memorable occasions in our lives with the enjoyment of food. Thank you to all those poets who generously shared their taste sensations and heartfelt memories with us. As editor, I was fortunate to savor these memories with you, because food can bring people and words together in surprising ways.

Activity Editor
Anne Curran

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Roast Pork Dinner

We’re finally warm after the snow.

By Kelley White
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Mexican Enchiladas

Visiting Mama and her homecoming special: OOH enchiLA-LAdas!


By Charlene McCutcheon
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Sunday Roast

dad sharpens the carving knife

By Anne Curran
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Bacon and Sausage Pizza

three nephews and an empty box

By ayaz daryl nielsen
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Stuffed Rump Steak

Dripping and appetizing;
Cholesterol hides behind the taste.

By Paul Callus
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Beloved Sitshwala

mouth-watering stiff dumpling from maize
gracing today`s hot pot

By Ndaba Sibanda
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Faschiertes (German for Hamburger)

Hamburger, luscious,
dripping ketchup and mayo,
gherkin, and fries - gone !


By Alan McAlpine Douglas
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Pure Bliss

Electrically charged,
high vibration,
oxygenated,
freshly squeezed
orange juice
sunshine -

By Scott Thomas Outlar
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Teichelmauke

A dish only for swimmers in Upper Lusatia

By Gert. W. Knop

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Country Sausage

the tentative first bite testing the cayenne's heat 

By Elizabeth Howard
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Corn Bread

grandma saves crumbles for the birds.

By Rosa Clement
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Food Sown In Culture 

If spices seldom miss your tongue,
you're in India.


By Vasanthi S. Pillai

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Sweet Tea

grandma pours from an endless pot, our glasses full


By Barbara Tate
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Lancashire Hot Pot

Highly recommended by the visitors guide


By Beth Winchcombe
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Chili

So hot 'twas made by Satan himself!


By Robert L. Hinshaw
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Gathered Together

fried chicken, mashed potatoes
and Mom's famous stuffing...
truly blessed!
 

By Karen O’Leary
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Soylent Green

Mmmmm… Tasty.


By Robert P. Hansen
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Halwa 

Sugar, raisins, nuts and ghee
Children relish it for free.


By Ranu Uniyal 
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Fish and Chips

Wrapped in newspaper


By Jack Horne
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A PC Cabbage

Sauerkraut today.  Victory Cabbage in 1917.


By Ron Larson
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Roast Pork

Looking forward to the scratchings


By Beth Winchcombe
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Sunday Night Popcorn

Watching Bonanza with bowl after bowl after buttery bowl.


By Andrea Dietrich
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Wake up

to that first hot cup of java.


By Joan McNerney
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Sunday Dessert

bananas and wafers added to the pudding

By Maurice J. Reynolds
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Dumplings (Another German/Austrian favourite)

Light as air,
bread rolls soaked,
boiled, consumed with pork.


By Alan McAlpine Douglas
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Spaghetti

Slurping up delicious noodles.


By David Fox
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my favorite uncle

madeira cake in the tin 


By Anne Curran
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Fried Okra

Mother lifts browned slices from the cast-iron skillet

By Elizabeth Howard
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Bean Soup

mother blows on mine to cool it.

By Rosa Clement

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Hot Cross Buns

Who remembers Granny White’s recipe?


By Kelley White
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Cherry Pie

ice creme already in my dish

By ayaz daryl nielsen
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Mopani Worms

dried and salted
a delicacy  that saw an eater
swallow up his tongue!


By Ndaba Sibanda
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Okra

no longer in season, I go to the freezer


By Barbara Tate
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Aloo Puri 

Hot, spicy, puff and fry
Sunday mornings never dry. 


By Ranu Uniyal
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Bakewell Tart

She's my favourite Derbyshire delight


By Beth Winchcombe
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Frankfurt Green Sauce

Nice with potatoes if you are not a Martian

By Gert W. Knop
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Sunday Pot Roast

Mom's tenderest dish I always topped with ketchup!


By Andrea Dietrich

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Aromas 

from home made, banana bread fill my kitchen.


By Joan McNerney
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What a joy to read these delightful poems!  So many of our memories are connected with food.  Special thanks to Anne for coming up with this activity and all her hard work as editor for this column.  Thank you, also, to all the talented contributors who shared their favorite foods and memories.  

Karen O'Leary
Whispers' Editor

Crossroads--By Peggy Dugan French--United States

Crossroads

She’s standing in her room
A rare morning
She no longer lives here . . . just visiting.

I soak up her warmth
Watch her get ready for her day
Perched in her doorway, coffee in hand.

Light pours into the room
Her highlights glisten
I remind her she’s beautiful.

She smiles
Tilts her head

I wonder
Where has the time gone . . .

Peggy Dugan French is a California girl with Minnesota roots. She has enjoyed being the editor of Shemom since 1997. She has worn many hats over the years, but being a Mom has been one of her greatest adventures; she’s had the pleasure of sharing that journey with her best friend.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Haiku--By John McDonald--Scotland

lit candles
tears as they melt -
Nagasaki day
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a vase of lilies
dripping pollen
and: a Jackson Pollock
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barbecue -
the sun's light sizzles
amongst the sausages
_______________

he said he saw
God dance once
...red-crowned cranes
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John McDonald is a retired stone-mason who came to haiku in the mid-nineties. He fell in love with the genre immediately. Being a writer in the Scots language this genre fitted so well with Scots: a language steeped in rural life and having a natural succinctness to it. John has his own blog in Scots, with English versions: http://zenspeug.blogspot.com  He enjoys being involved in translations, working with the very fine Irish poet Gabriel Rosenstock on various ventures, the most recent being translations into Irish and Scots of the great haiku poet Buson: Moon over Tagoto and has appeared in many anthologies.

One Day--By Sara R. Vogler--United States

One Day

what to do when things can’t work,
what to say when words don’t come,
what to do?

feelings are power,
but emotions are brighter.
standing on a bridge,
where thoughts get higher,
when hearts collide,
all I want is you.

motions through the day,
prove irresistible, thoughts are irreplaceable.
today comes one day,
and I am here for one day only.

Sara R. Vogler is a published poet and writer, originally from Krakow, Poland. Currently living in Washington, DC, her work has ranged from poetry to critical essays. Recently, she has collaborated with her father on a three-piece book featuring work to honor their past. Vogler finds comfort in knowing that her words will someday make a lasting impression on someone's life.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

I Hear Guitars a' Calling--By Terry O’Leary--France

I Hear Guitars a' Calling

I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling
when sinking suns subdue their flames for fairies on the wing,
as day departs, a yawning ash beneath a dusky haze,
igniting one by one the jewels of midnight’s diamond blaze.

I hear guitars a’ calling from the clouds within the skies,
with tunes which flow as purple drops from sombre misting eyes
of misplaced muted homeless souls who roam alone in grief
beneath the vastness of the stars while trembling like a leaf.

I hear guitars a’ calling in the gentle splashing rain
which summons with a soothing purr upon my window pane
evoking vivid childhood dreams within a vagrant breeze
entwining me in cryptic webs of misty vortices.

I hear guitars a’ calling from the waves on distant shores;
they’re crashing out a monody upon the mystic oars
of phantom ships before the dawn, like spectral caravels,
a’ sail on seas of raven wings from moonlit citadels.

I hear guitars a’ calling in the morning’s reveilles;
they’re pouring fires in the skies and burning up the seas,
while waking flowers in the fields and setting trees ablaze,
and closing one by one the eyes of midnight’s starry gaze.

Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity...".

Cat Quartet--By Joan McNerney--United States

Cat Quartet

Summer

Black and white kitten
lying under clothesline in
soft circles of sleep.

Fall

Windy afternoon
my calico cat leans forward
against the cold.

Winter

That tiger cat with
winking green eyes tossing
up balls of red yarn.

Spring

Inquisitive...
the gingersnap cat stares as
I get undressed.

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Camel Saloon, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Spectrum, and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane and Poppy Road Anthologies.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Alas Fair Muse--By Yvonne Sparkes--England

Alas Fair Muse

Alas, fair Muse is filled with sadness,
Drowning in this life’s travails.
Though in her heart she’s filled with gladness
Hidden by a wintery veil.

When taste of sorrow cuts so deep,
A bleeding heart she tries to stave,
Her countenance of faith will keep
To rise above her earthly grave.

In rising, thus she breaks the mold,
Of pressures, sores and chains of yore,
As futures are so oft foretold,
Within the essence of the core.

To hold within the substance thus,
Where life cannot ingrain the grime,
There lives a part of will and trust,
To find such moments, and such time.

She rises like the ancient story,
From the ashes to the fight,
Finding her own place in glory
From the depths of darkest night.

Born on Feb. 27, 1940 in Barkingside, Essex, England, Yvonne Sparkes,  immigrated to New York in April, 1948 with her parents.  She now resides in Chelmsford, Essex and has two sons.  She has a book published by Cyberwit called Captured Images.  A writer for many years, Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain.  She has read her poetry in public at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, taking her Scottish Terrier for walks, and spending time with family and friends.

Adobe Abode--By Carl "Papa" Palmer--United States

Adobe Abode

The store bought balsa birdhouse
brought by my grand-girl today
hangs on the same bent rusty nail

hammered in our backyard tree
where the handmade house her
mommy mounted forty years ago

formed from two orange terra cotta
flower pots one upside down on top
of the other held with preschool paste.

Saved in my special place the broken
yellow pencil perch once poked below
the oval hole and a shard of aged clay

displaying initials etched by my three
year old daughter preserved forever
in an old man’s nest of memories.

Carl "Papa" Palmer, retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place, Washington. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses somewhere in Seattle. Carl has been nominated for the Micro Award and Pushcart Prize.

MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever
www.authorsden.com/carlpalmer

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Limitless...--By Sandra Stefanowich--Canada

Limitless...

in a universal spiral

alive... 


standing in the golden light of the sun

exploring... 


in an undiscovered forest of emerald trees

climbing...

mountains of the purest silver

diving....

into oceans of the deepest sapphire blue

lifted...

by the clearest of crystal winds

gliding... 


into the passageway of ruby red twilight

defying gravity... 


limitless, we are diamonds in a jet black night

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Sandra is a self taught writer. She has been writing off and on since an early age. Most of her writing revolves around what she sees in everyday life, nature and her concerns about mankind. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, animals and photography.

Murder at the Prom--By Kathryn McLoughlin Collins--United States

Murder at the Prom

Frankie Lyman shrilled his falsetto.
Gwendolyn Gould danced in stilettos.
So callously smothered,
they never recovered.
Poor little piggies, scrunched little toes.

Born in 1945, Kathryn Collins is a native New Yorker now living in Connecticut whose works have been described as “a gentle sort of poetry” by the editor of her first book No Need for Breadcrumbs, published by BeWrite Books, 2004. Her work has also appeared in numerous anthologies. Inspired by her beloved grandmother, she developed a great love of poetry at an early age and has been writing for 20 years.