Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Forgotten--By Dan Tharp--United States


long forgotten, the memories fade as fog
dissipates in the morning
hours of warming when
      the sun kisses the earth.
her outline, left undefined,
is the wisp of wind blown in
on an unknown breeze...
about which there is no previous
knowledge of her origins or
      her destinations.
whether blessing, whether curse...
only the returns will reveal
what wages lie in store for the capability
of forgetting what one never intended to remember or
what one intended but

      was not capable.

Dan Tharp is the author of four books of poetry, 3 of which are in chapbook form... Side by Side, Yielding Desire to Fate, A Season Made for Wondering and A Rose in the Briar Patch. Dan resides in Southern California.

Welcome, Welcome!--By Aju Mukhopadhyay--India

Welcome, Welcome! 

After the copious rains
during the small hours of the morning
copper colour Sun rising above the awning
water glistening on the leaves
and atop the grass head
ever fresh smell
rising from the soil
overwhelm me with all their wonder
beyond any human fervor; 
beyond the human nests
roads and traffic order
beyond the trees and bushes
chirping birds
a gleam spreads over the seas and hills and meadows
beyond the horizon without shadows;
without a desire an aspiration soon
rises up to the sky
grateful for the unasked for boon
without a desideratum
welcome, welcome!

Aju Mukhopadhyay, a bilingual award winning poet, author and critic, writes fictions and essays too. He has authored 32 books and received several poetry awards from India and USA besides other honours. Recently he has received Albert Camus Centenary Writing Award, 2013 from Canada / Cyprus. He is a regular contributor to various magazines and e-zines in India and abroad. He is in the editorial and advisory board of some important literary journals. His poems and short stories have been widely anthologised and translated. 

Oh beautiful twilight--By Adam Levon Brown--United States

Oh beautiful twilight

How l long to see
your return on this
hazy Juniper summer day.

I wait to see your
jewels of encrusted hope
bleeding through the black

I wait for the Cicadas
to begin their rhythmic
waltz in my green-stained
tree fort yard.

Oh beautiful twilight,
bless us with your
presence once more.

Adam Levon Brown is a poet and student residing in Eugene, Oregon. He enjoys the outdoors, playing with cats, and meeting new people. He runs a blog at www.AdamLevonBrown.com    

Monday, January 16, 2017

Feast Upon Your Words--By Emile Pinet--Canada

Feast Upon Your Words

Greetings, all you literary ghosts,
haunting old reams like attentive hosts.
What secrets will you reveal tonight,
or magic wish will you bring to light?

Adventure appeals to every age,
as stories flow from the written page.
Will you sail a pirate ship with me,
our hearts consumed by love of the sea?

Perhaps instead we will chart the stars,
or peruse old scrolls stored in clay jars.
And turn snips of exaggeration,
into tales of imagination.

For it's your subtle wisdom I find
wafting into my subconscious mind.
Feed me lines of hope, heroes and nerds,
for I wish to feast upon your words.

Emile Pinet was born in a small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature, which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66 years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35. The ideas started to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and express himself through his poetry. 

The Big Party Upstairs--By Stacy Savage--United States

The Big Party Upstairs

Now the princess has the force
Since her soul has headed north.
The grizzly man who had played with bears
Rode his cycle to the land upstairs.
In a love story that does not end,
The former First Lady is with her best friend.
He wanted us to laugh in the Purple Rain
And now he smiles where legends reign.
The starman who sung of outer space
Is now in a much better place,
Just like the astronaut who left this world
For endless peace through gates a'pearled.
The homeless man who would always roam
Now has refuge and a place to call home.
In 2016, many left us behind,
And now they party, like it's 1999!

Stacy Savage has published six books. Her recent anthology, Naturally Yours: Poems and Short Stories about Indiana State Parks and Reservoirs, benefits Indiana Natural Resources Foundation's "Discovering the Outdoors Fund.” Stacy believes in mixing poetry and good causes together. Visit her Facebook page to keep up-to-date on her poetry contests: https://www.facebook.com/poetrycontestsforacause.   

Sunday, January 15, 2017

From the Archives—Featuring Peggy Dugan French

Dear Whispers’ Readers,

Once again, it is a joy to travel back into our Whispers’ archives, and savor the wonderful poetry within its pages. In searching for a poem that encompasses thoughts echoed by others yet stands as creative experience, Peggy’s words reached out to me.  Her “on the road” is fitting for our journey forward. Her song is a timeless. Congratulations Peggy! Thank you being a beacon at Whispers and in the poetry community at large.

In addition, today is our Four-Year Anniversary.  Thank you all for making this hallmark possible.


Karen O’Leary—Whispers’ Editor


that song 

the one that lingers deep into the night
brings a smile of remembrance
or a tear of regret
soothes a broken heart
calms a ragged soul
simmers in the midnight hour
leisurely entertains on Sunday mornings
gently lulls a child to sleep
introduces the kids to the classics
blares from a teenager’s room
fills the house with holiday traditions
keeps us company on the road
gracefully fills a wedding aisle
and hovers over a final resting place with honor
of the many songs that fill our past
nothing compares to the song that is us

By Peggy Dugan French

Friday, January 13, 2017

Postcard View--By Paul Callus--Malta

Postcard View (Acrostic)

Proudly she stands on slopes covered in snow
One graceful woodland deer her eyes aglow
She strikes a pose unmoving, head held high
Twitching her ears as flapping birds go by.
Catching the light of early morning sun
Across the stream reflected colours run.
Right by the lake the drifting mist lies low
Deliberating: should it stay or go?

Voraciously I feast on nature’s fare
Intense the bliss which fills my heart and soul
Ethereal the mood that tempts to share
With my obliging muse...she makes me whole.

Paul Callus is a Maltese author who writes both in Maltese and English. He has contributed to several anthologies. Apart from poetry he writes lyrics for songs and has published two books, one a story book aimed at children (related to his experience as a teacher) and a historical book based on research.

Sunrise Emblazons--By Diane Webster--United States

Sunrise Emblazons

I pause in the reflection of the sunrise
emblazoned across swirly cloud tails
left behind by hulking masses made
lighter by golden red colors sloshed
upon the once-grey pre-dawn backdrop
soon to drown in morning ascent
while pickups, cars, SUVs roll
through the four-way-stop intersection
probably unseeing of the spectacular
unless I am the spectacle standing
on the sidewalk in six-degree weather
like a scarecrow gazing at its winter field.

Diane Webster grew up in Eastern Oregon before she moved to Colorado.  She enjoys drives in the mountains to view all the wildlife and scenery and takes amateur photographs.  Writing poetry provides a creative outlet exciting in images and phrases Diane thrives in.  Her work has appeared in The Hurricane Review, Eunoia Review, Illya's Honey, and other literary magazines.

A Thankful Heart--By Sheryl Splane--Canada

A Thankful Heart

There is joy in all situations,
Though hidden and not in plain view.
When we discover its secret,
Then it will appear in its hue.

The secret of joy and contentment,
Is something we all can know.
The key that we need is a thankful heart,
Then blessings will overflow.

All we have and are is much nicer,
Accepted with true gratitude.
A spirit of joy and thanksgiving,
Brings on a much happier mood.

Learn to say "Thank-you" in spite of the odds,
Which aren't in our favour at times.
That's how to gain the fullness of life,
With peace in our hearts and our minds.

Sheryl Splane spent several years as a missionary in Senegal, Africa. She had to come home due to health problems, but part of her heart remains there... Sheryl now cares for the elderly, for whom she has a special love. Sheryl lives in Hanover, Ontario, Canada, near her parents. She and her dad both play several musical instruments. They go to senior residents in their area, entertaining the residents with music and gospel messages. 

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Found It--By Cindy Hutchings--United States

Found It
(Inspired by the memory of Prince)

Let it be
what it wants

a song, a poem

let it flow
through the strings, the pen

find life       in your hand

give yourself   to it
let it play, pour, soar

go in, explore

your journey
your quest

rising within, wellspring

come again       to the source
find where       you     need to be

take others with you.

Cindy Hutchings’ first poetry chapbook, "Tree Talk," was published by MoonPath Press; info is at: http://moonpathpress.com/CindyHutchings.htm. Her poetry is also shared online at QuillandParchment.com. Cindy is a member of Northwest Renaissance & Striped Water Poets in Auburn, WA, USA. She graduated from the University of Washington with a BA in English and Women Studies.

Spring, the New Season--By George L. Ellison--England

Spring, the New Season

Clouds are riding highway up in the sky
I feel that spring is around the corner
And that warmer temperatures are nigh
Buds will soon bloom

The sun appears earlier at daybreak
I’ll soon hear the first cuckoo a calling
As the woodland and their flowers awake
Fields a flower

It is the most beautiful of seasons
It feels like the dawning of a new year
That we all have so many good reasons
Goodbye to gloom

Off we go out to walk o’er hill and dale
Rambling along the roads and byways with
The sun on our backs and wind in our sail
Beware shower

George L. Ellison is a writer of poetry and short stories. He has published three books called Poetic Reminiscences, Weaving Words and Reflections. George lives with his wife and dogs in Chester-Le-Street, County Durham in England. He is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance and owner of Poetry and short story ink.  George has a Facebook Author page and is currently working on various projects as well as learning to play the saxophone at the Sage Gateshead!

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Birthday at Tatum Park--By Isha Wagner--New Zealand

Birthday at Tatum Park

a chilly August windless blue sky day
and the elegantly served afternoon tea
of Earl Grey and English Breakfast
with silver pots and fine bone china
gladden the eyes glazed with cataract
and distracts the minds from rheumatic limbs

later we walk amongst the statues of trees
planted by settlers over a century ago
the camera in my hands awaits to capture
the face of a child of seventy-five this day
pinched, wrinkled, thinning bright white hair

with aloof but thick knowing eyes

lens pointed to immortalise the nostalgia
please, she says gently, don't
I look so different from how I feel

her remark astounds me
I put the camera away and
leave this moment alone

Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia. She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published. 

Night Watchman--By Carl "Papa" Palmer--United States

Night Watchman

He checks his sleeping child, now a woman,
moves closer, listens, watches her breathe.

As if she knows, opens her eyes, asks
Is that you, Dad?

“Yes, you’re dreaming, go back to sleep.”

His sleeping child, now a woman,
forever his little girl.

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

When--By Yvonne Sparkes--England


When springtime comes and all is fresh and green
When all the wiles of winter have been seen.
When days lengthen and sunrise warms the earth,
When starts a new beginning, and a new rebirth.

When empty fields, now sown, will often produce,
When seagulls fly and to the earth will roost.
When seedlings greet the hope that fills my days,
When this one soul, will give to God the Praise.

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.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Poetry Moments--By Marilyn Ward--United Kingdom

frost moon
it's glowing behind
the steel plant 

train window
i read the news
in reverse 

through the window
it waves at me
the last rhuss leaf

the child steps
into daddy's shoe prints 

Marilyn Ward is a 62-year-old grandmother, who from childhood loved words, the language did not matter, any words would do. For the last two years, these words have been turned into poems. Her favourite form being haiku--brief, beautiful, perfectly selected, words. 

The Wanton Mind--By Diana Dalton--United States

The Wanton Mind
It rambles in wants
Raves and haunts
Sprinkles of carnal fun
Many a yarn spun
In circles, it goes
Puts on enticing shows
Rerun after rerun
Old pains redone

A hamster wheel mind
Will so easily blind  
Our hearts to peace
& endless increase
Be still my soul
Within is whole
Within the lamb
Still, know I am

Diana Dalton was born in England. She grew up loving the county side which later developed and inspired her desire to capture those beautiful moments which she does through her poetry, her spiritual nature and photography. Though not a prolific writer Diana has had her poems read on Dutch radio, and has been featured in some American compilations of poetry. She will dabble and challenge herself with some recognized forms, yet most often, Diana likes the freedom of words and will take some poetic license even to inventing nonexistent words together with her husband and fellow poet, Yancy Dalton.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Vapor Trail Dreams, From Paper Airplanes--By Connie Marcum Wong--United States

Vapor Trail Dreams, From Paper Airplanes

Walking on clouds in the heavenly blue
In a job that I loved, with a sky view,

Let me travel with a smile on my face.
I've sojourned afar in aloha's grace.

Every city, every place had a song...
A melody played as I sang along.

As many years passed and I longed for home
I gave up my wings; no longer would roam.

Island of pineapples and sugarcanes,
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes,

Memories now, I recall from above
Have left me contented with my sweet love.

Connie Marcum Wong has been the Web Mistress of a private poetry forum Poetry for Thought since October 1999. Her poetry has been in many publications, anthologies, magazines, and e-zines over the years. She published her first poetry chapbook, Island Creations in 2005. In 2007, Heart Blossoms was published. In January 2010, an anthology, A Poetry Bridge to All Nations, was published by Lulu Enterprises, Inc.  Connie created the 'Constanza' poetry form in 2007 and Con-Verse form in 2010. She has resided with her husband in Hawaii since 1980.

I See Her Hands--By Indunil Madhusankha--Sri Lanka

I See Her Hands

I see her hands
when she dearly holds
mine with hers
She has cold, but lingering hands
So, I can still feel the very warmth
The skin shrivelled and
clustered with lifeless wrinkles
They have a pinkish hue
and a scatter of dark red spots
Her aged hands are the portrait
of a great life story
daubed with enormous sweat and tears
The reflection of a triumphant odyssey
full of love, courage and perseverance
and also a strength,
a staggering strength,
so lavish to enliven generations

Indunil Madhusankha is a budding young poet from Sri Lanka and is currently reading for a BSc Special Degree in Mathematics in the Faculty of Science of the University of Colombo.

Lady Autumn--By Suzanne Delaney--United States

Lady Autumn

Lady Autumn lies discarded now.
Left alone - her stick- like bones
are lying under trees where they have blown. 

The fiery colors of her verdant dresses lie in brown
 heaped on icy, frosted ground.  
Sparkling gossamer that held her hair in leafy wreaths
now unraveled by bitter winds- almost as if saying 
she must never dance again.  

But promises of spring, in tight buds, appear on dried twigs, 
blowing winds whisper the secrets of emerald, summery green,
stirring within a frozen kingdom's, dormant majesty. 

As Winter makes his stormy presence near,
her blithe light, finally overcome, 
she looks to fading crimson skies
and sees her spirit rise.

Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse.  Born in Tasmania, Australia she is now residing in North Carolina, USA. She has a fond passion for writing poetry, creating mixed media collages, and for traveling. 

Friday, January 6, 2017

Lonely Path (English, German and Spanish)--By Gert W. Knop--Germany

Lonely Path (English)

Oh, the days,
why do they fly by so fast
like migratory birds at the horizon?
The rain over the river
plays with curling
tiny waves.
And now with the approaching evening
the lights glide by,
which shine tired
out of
old lanterns
like silent witnesses
of a past time
and of new loneliness.
The horizon yet shows a small and fainting
red of a now fading sun.
The lonely path gets dark
and quiet


Einsamer Weg  (German)

Ach, die Tage,
warum verfliegen sie so schnell
wie Zugvögel am Horizont?
Der Regen über dem Fluss
spielt mit sich kräuselnden
kleinen Wellen.
Und jetzt am nahen Abend
gleiten die Lichter vorbei,
die müde aus
alten Laternen leuchten
wie stumm gewordene Zeugen
einer vergangenen Zeit
und neuer Einsamkeit.
Der Horizont zeigt jetzt schon schwach
vergehend ein kleines
Rot einer sich verlierenden Sonne.
Der einsame Weg wird dunkel
und leise


Camino solitario (Spanish)

Oh, los días,
¿Por qué vuelan tan rápido
como aves migratorias en el horizonte?
La lluvia sobre el río
juega con encrespandos
pequeñas olas.
Y ahora con la noche cercana
las luces se deslizan,
que brillan canzadas
de viejos faroles
como testigos silenciosos
de un tiempo pasado
y nueva soledad.
El horizonte ya mostra un pequeño y desvaneciendo
rojo de un sol perdidoso.
El camino solitario se pone oscuro
y silencioso


Gert W. Knop, born in 1943, studies art and tropical agriculture in Germany and Scotland (University of Edinburgh). He has lived in many different countries and writes mainly in German, English and Spanish. He currently resides in Zittau (Saxony), Germany. 

Song of the Garden Chimes--By Ken Allan Dronsfield--United States

Song of the Garden Chimes

Steal away at moon rise,
star light from weary eyes,
you will find your spirit drifts
upon soft spring breezes.
Songs from the garden chime
play sonnets on a sprites harp
whispering in shaded scarlet
directly into my wanton heart.
Oceans of grasses gently sway
by the granite wall Robin's dance
enchanted orbs rise from trees
a twilight sky envelops my soul.
Your love keeps my heart smiling,
stars flirt above the garden chimes.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet who has been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His work has been published world-wide in publications throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken's new book, "The Cellaring", a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. A second anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses will be released around the first part of 2017.

what was that sound--By Thomas Canull--United States

what was that sound

hearing the voice of an angel
wondering " surely she was
calling me home?"
for my feelings left with the
sound of her sweet voice
and life has suddenly become surreal.
as the ties that bind
have all been cut
there is naught left
but the shadow of my soul.
perhaps tomorrow
will have the answer
to my dilemma.

Thomas Canull, in his early seventies, is a man of modest means who since his retirement has become a 'Haikuist  of note' with several of his poems being published in the Japanese on line media Asahi Shimbun. 

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Bilingual Haiku--By Chen-ou Liu--Canada

this urge
to know her name …

的這種衝動 …

cherry blossoms …
the silence
after her and yet

盛開的櫻花 …

holding the world
in my whiskey glass
summer stars


the skyline
etched in shadow
a refugee


winter solstice
a street dog
outbarks the rest


Chen-ou Liu is the author of four books, including Following the Moon to the Maple Land (First Prize Winner of the 2011 Haiku Pix Chapbook Contest). His tanka and haiku have been honored with many awards. To read more of his poems, please go to Poetry in the Moment, http://chenouliu.blogspot.com/      

Fortune Cookie--By Michael Escoubas--United States

Fortune Cookie

will make you
proud. He may hit
a walk-off home run
or complete the Boston
Marathon in record time
or he may give all his money
to the poor. Or he might tell his boss
his daughter’s soccer game comes before work.

Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013. Early in life his mother said, “You have a gift for words; I hope you do something with that gift.”  Michael writes poetry, in part, because of his mother’s encouraging words and because he believes poetry brings people together. Michael has published one chapbook, Light Comes Softly, which is available by contacting the author.

Living Memory--By Inge Wesdijk (Daginne Aignend)--Netherlands

Living Memory

I forgot all about You
Suddenly you are here
You came out of the Blue
Please don’t disappear

I see your beloved face
Those eyes …twinkles
And nowadays
Embellished with tiny wrinkles

I forgot all about You
A small era together, you and me
Visions vividly renew
You’re my living memory

Inge Wesdijk (Daginne Aignend) is a Dutch poetess.  She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. Inge is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals. She started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Pursuit of Happiness--By Jim Teeters--United States

Pursuit of Happiness

And thus 
   it was
       the tattered pillow
       the worn-out mattress
of my way of life
over now with my dream-filled
                oyster bed of promised pearls
                gone forever
down twisted garden path
                through rich array of flowers
eases my broken spirit
                toughness of thick leather
               over my tender hope
welcomed light
                slowly grows 
from dim to bright
as I drift into
                warm breath
                of your caring

Jim Teeters has published poetry in several anthologies. He conducts poetry workshops for children and adults and is active in poetry readings in the Seattle area through the Striped Water Poets. He is the author of six poetry collections and the book, Teach with Style, (ASTD Press July 2013). Jim is a retired social worker living in Kent, Washington.

A Yellow Bush--By J.T. Milford--United States

A Yellow Bush

In a time of loneliness and regrets
the dreary descending darkness
on this rainy afternoon
presses down my fragile life

It seems light once gone will never
again return leaving only extended night
Yet out beyond the house stands a yellow bush
catching the solitary moments of last glow
on this time without time when the sun's
zenith is in the Tropic of Capricorn

As I watch the last fading afterglow
it seems that for a brief time my life
on this spinning planet is free with
no desires anticipations or possessions
Life illuminated by cascading sparks
of deep stars descending
from an infinite peace

In this still time my gaze moves
                                  to a place without boundaries
                                  For this once I can see out beyond
                                  the far distant horizon to pure space

J. T. Milford began writing poetry when he retired as a CPA from public accounting twenty-two years ago. He has lived in Lake Charles, Louisiana most of his life and uses life there as a background for his poetry. J.T. feels he doesn’t really write poems, they seem to arrive and demand to be written. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Haiku--By Claudia Messelodi--Italy

Late summer days -
your dark eyes glow mysterious,
twilight hazy hues.

The memory of
your linen dress floats away -
scarlet moon tides.

Scent of the orchid -
the thrill of her presence
on the wings of my thoughts.

December sunset -
iridescent clouds spiral
through dazzling vistas.

Claudia Messelodi lives in Italy where she works as a foreign language teacher at a secondary school. She is the author of five poetry collections. She loves writing haiku and other short forms of poetry both in English and Italian and sometimes in other foreign languages too. Her poetry has appeared in many anthologies and publications over the last few years and was also honored with several awards.

A Time to Sing--By Eleanor Michael--United States

A Time to Sing

Too shy to show
     her gift –
her “light,”
     she hid her voice
“under a bushel.”
     She always found
other things
     she needed to do
to help someone.

After a long life
     – too late –
she realized
     her gift was gone.
But she smiled
     when she died.
She heard a voice,
     “Now, you’ll sing
with the angels.”

Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.

Muse is a Restless Gypsy--By Gerald Heyder--United States

Muse is a Restless Gypsy

Thoughts in the form of words
are a flowing river of hopes,
dreams, even frustrations
begging to be born seeking
to appease and please the urge
to prove one’s worth at being,
an accomplished wordsmith.
It can be best described
in the following manner
as succinctly and fluently
as I possibly can do.
Muse is a restless gypsy,
roaming through the brain,
heart and soul giving control
to the hand to be born on paper
as a baby crying for recognition.
My hopes and dreams longing
for possible immortality…
I rest my pen and case
for you to be the judge.

Gerald Heyder is a published poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.