Thursday, December 1, 2016

Adrift On an Amber Sea--By Lin Lane--United States

Adrift On an Amber Sea

In quest to find respite and solitude
I drift on the light of an amber sea
It's there I pray in words of gratitude
for a life that's blessed with serenity

Riding on waves where only peace prevails
gently lulled to sleep by swells as they crest
Tropic winds flirt with my billowing sails
I dream of feasting as Poseidon's guest

This peaceful voyage calms my heart and fears
Quiets the distress I've felt in the past
There's never a threat I will spill sad tears
while my anchor of burdens is not cast

I shall sail upon this sea in my heart
without the need for a compass or chart

Lin Lane is a native of New Orleans, Louisiana. She's been writing poetry since her teen years and majored in Literature in college. As an editor, she's been inspired by many of her clients' manuscripts, which has led her to share her poetry with others. She hopes that her poetry is enjoyed by many of you.

Artists--By Sandra Stefanowich--Canada

Artists

It was in how we couldn't turn and look away
in silence
we listened to what the courageous had to say

that when the deepest of cuts come to mind and blind
amid chaos
in truth, to others and ourselves; we can be unkind

but then heard are voices that can tear walls down
lessons of life
that we can all be kings and queens without the crown

and it's when the music captures and carries us away
soul seeking
our spirits have found the strength for yet another day

as the artists humbly stand before you, hearts on fire
for peace
and understanding, a better world they wish to inspire

it was in how we didn't turn and look away
in one voice
we stood and changed the world today

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Sandra Stefanowich 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. 

DECEMBER ANNOUNCEMENTS/PUBLICATION OPPORTUNITIES

NEW CONTRIBUTORS IN NOVEMBER—
                                   
                                                James Marshall Goff—United States
                                                Claudia Messelodi—Italy
                                                Howard Richard Debs—United States          
                                                Inge Wesdijk (Daginne Aignend)—Netherlands
                                                Daya Bhat—India
                                                r soos—United States

Please welcome them to our community. We now have representatives from the following countries—Albania, Australia, Botswana, Brazil, Canada, Canary Islands, Costa Rica, England, France, Germany, Ghana, India, Ireland, Israel, Malawi, Italy, Malta, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nigeria, Pakistan, Philippines, Portugal, Romania, Saudi Arabia, Scotland, Singapore, South Africa, Sweden, Tunisia, Turkey, Ukraine, U.A.E., United Kingdom, United States, Wales and Zimbabwe. 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 worldwide audience. If you are currently reading Whispers, please consider submitting a poem for consideration for publication. Click on the bright blue “Submission Guidelines” on the right side of the main page for guidelines.  Email submissions to Karen at  karenoleary1956@gmail.com  Thank you.

Note--Ads due for the January column by December 25

ANNOUNCEMENTS—

Arthur Turfa's 2015 poetry book Places and Times came out from eLectio Publishing in 2015. He recently released Six Poems on Amazon's Kindle Desktop Publishing. His blog is at awturfa.blogspot.com Recently he became Co-Owner at POETS on Google+. 

Niranjan Navalgund's book, The Lively Library & An Unlikely Romance is all set to be launched on July 9. The book will be available on Amazon.com. You can follow the page here: www.facebook.com/thelivelylibrary

Langley Shazor is now a columnist for The Loafer Magazine, a local arts and events publication.  His column, The Casual Word, features his poetry and other original works. It can be found at theloaferonline.com

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan and other members of IN haiku Mumbai invite everyone to view their new blog https://cafehaiku.wordpress.com/. Your comments will be encouraging.

Cindy M. Hutchings’ chapbook, Tree Talk, written to a tree, published by MoonPath Press, includes 42 poems paired with 42 unique and beautiful tree images. A poem and photo from the book are at: http://moonpathpress.com/CindyHutchings.htm

Robert P. Hansen recently published 2015: A Year of Poetry and Exploitation and Other Stories ---Science Fiction and mystery short stories. Visit his blog rphansenauthorpoet.wordpress.com for samples of his work and links to online retailers.

Michael Lee Johnson chief editor and Ken Allan Dronsfield co-editor are excited about the release of a new poetry book shaking the poetry world apart, 53 professional poets on the rise, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, now available on Amazon.com and Europe.  Buy now: 

Marcus E. Omer has published his 3rd Poetry Book entitled Facing the World With Chuckles & Sighs. The book has 132 pages, and as the title indicates, has two distinct sections. The humor we find in this life and the more serious side. The Poetry Book may be found at Lulu.com.  

Jack Horne announces the release of his second poetry collection, Living, Loving & Legends. This book is currently available from eTreasuresPublishing.com or Amazon, price £2.10/$2.99 http://jackhorne.blogspot.co.uk

John W. Williams has a new chapbook called A Cup of Warm Words for your enjoyment.  The book includes 82 poems on love, the art of living, nature, spiritual verse, and philosophy.  An autographed issue is available for $8 including postage and handling by contacting him at PO Box 326, Martin, GA 30557

Angelee Deodhar's, Journeys 2015, An Anthology of International Haibun, with 145 haibun by 31 poets of international repute, is available from Amazon.com.

Scott Thomas Outlar runs the site 17Numa where links to his published poetry, essays, and fiction can be found. The site also features a page devoted to literary publications which currently has nearly 150 venues listed. The blog’s page at 17Numa has links to the personal sites of other writers and artists, and has been designed with the hope that artists from all fields will check out and be inspired by the work of their contemporaries.

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.

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.

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 karenoleary1956@gmail.com

PUBLICATION/CONTEST OPPORTUNITIES—

Peggy Dugan French’s print publication, Shemom, is always looking for new writers.  Please send poems or haiku to pdfrench@cox.net for consideration. 

Marianne Szlyk is always looking for poems and flash fiction inspired by music, art, and nature for her blog-zine, The Song Is....  Any length is fine, and previously published poems are as well.  Just be sure that you have the rights to your poem.  Please send your work to thesongis@gmail.com .  For more information, see this link: http://thesongis.blogspot.com/

Maurice J. Reynolds would like to share that Creative Inspirations, an email poetry publication, is accepting poetry submissions for publication. This publication offers an interview column, creative activities, information and advertisement, writer’s comments, good poetry, and more. Guidelines and subscription information for two first class postage stamps (To God be the Glory! Publications P.O. Box 19051 Kalamazoo, MI 49019). You can also go to: www.tgbtgpublictions.com for more information.

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.

David Fox, editor of The Poet's Art, is looking for family-friendly poems.  U.S. and foreign contributors can send as many poems that will fit on one page.  Send poems to: David Fox, 171 Silverleaf Lane, Islandia NY 11749 or contact him by email for any questions ipoetdavid2@gmail.com  I can only put out my print journal twice a year, $8 one issue, $22 for a 3 issue subscription. A high price to pay, I know, but am still mostly a not-for-profit magazine. I am keeping the price for $10 an issue for international subscribers.

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

Whispers is always looking for new writers to join our community.  Please send family friendly poems 20 lines or less karenoleary1956@gmail.com  Complete guidelines posted at the end of each month.  Thank you to everyone who has already contributed to the site.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Editor's Thoughts/With a Pen’s Magic--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Dear Whispers’ Friends,

I reached into the archives for this poem that shares so much about my journey with all of you.  You are beacons of the light, with a chance to make the world a better place.  Joining together our light becomes bigger…brighter…

This community is about each of you and the joy you add to others’ lives.  So many people have emailed me about the quality of the poetry and the sense of belonging to something that matters.

And with our words…we kindle the lights and embrace others. That is spirit of Whispers, the reason why each one of you matter.  Thank you for your encouragement and support.

Blessings in the light,

Karen
Whispers’ Editor

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With a Pen’s Magic

Writers help others experience the world…

Through sight…painting pictures of a sunset
            the beauty of a tulip, and the majesty
            of snow-capped mountains in summer.

Through hearing…capturing the magic
            in cascading water, the peace of harp
            music, and the joy in a child’s laughter.

Through taste…savoring the richness of coffee, 
            the delight of a Thanksgiving dinner,
            and the pleasure of milk chocolate.

Through smell…delivering the fresh scent
            of spring rain, the aroma of baking
            bread, and fragrance of a new book.

Through touch…transferring the breath
            of the wind, hands linked in sorrow,
            and the feel of a warm embrace.

…and jot on paper what others rush by.

Chicken Soup--By Jim Teeters--United States

Chicken Soup

I’ve boiled the bones of 
baked and eaten chicken
                now cooled
reach into the pot
peel away the meat-remains
notice the intricacies of these 
                softened bones
woven together from a gooey
inner egg, grown into this
                marvelous creature
with brain enough to have known
how to live the chicken-life
                we’ll eat
                at suppertime
this God-created creature
                delicately formed
turned into tasty, healthy soup
                for our living
for this it died--
                our yummy gratitude

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.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Tea and Sympathy--By Maralee Gerke--United States

Tea and Sympathy
                      (for Glennis and Glenda)

Chairs set on freshly mowed grass
the dew barely dry.
A small table set with handmade
placemats and mismatched cups.

Clean washing snaps to and fro on the line.
My friends bring sandwiches
and a pot of fragrant tea from the house.

They know my heart is troubled and hover like
older sisters (even though I am only a year younger)
The brew steams with soul healing heat.

I relax into my chair and listen to them
tell their lives while
they support mine.

Tea and friends,
my heart feels the beginning of change.
My face lifts to the warm autumn sun.
Kindness, Simplicity, Humanity,
served in a porcelain cup.

Maralee Gerke lives and writes in Madras, Oregon. She is and avid reader and gardener. She describes herself as a work in progress. Her poems have been published in Calyx, Exit Thirteen, Moonset, Bathtub Gin, Anthology, Nerve Cowboy, Avocet, and Tigers Eye. She has published two books of poems and has had poetry and prose accepted in several anthologies. Her work can be seen online at Shadow Poetry, Long Story Short, and Moontown CafĂ©. She recently recorded 4 poems for the Oregon Poetic Voices Project. They can be heard at oregonpoeticvoices.org One of her poems “Refuge”, was recently selected to be printed as a limited edition broadside by the Penland School of Crafts.

An Outcast’s Tears--By Shelly Blankman--United States

An Outcast’s Tears

Her children play knee-deep
in a stream’s spitting dares
to skip stones, their lives

measured in laughter and abandon;
stones that don’t skip,
and one that finally does.

Their mother stands alone,
her burnt gold burka, beaded
with pearls that glisten in the

midday sun like tiny roses
dipped in dew. I join her in
silence, not certain what to say.

My daughter cries every day, she
whispers; her friends want her
to go back where she belongs.

I felt incredibly white just then.
A little girl knows is what she is told.
She doesn’t know her home is here.

Shelly Blankman and her husband, Jon, are empty-nesters who live in Columbia, Maryland with their 4 cat rescues. They have two sons Richard, 31, of New York, and Joshua, 30, of San Antonio. Shelly's first love has always been poetry. Her poetry has been published by Ekphrastic: writing and art on art and writing as well as Visual Verse, Silver Birch Press, and Verse-Virtual.

Monday, November 28, 2016

A Memorable African Experience--By Ndaba Sibanda--Saudi Arabia

A Memorable African Experience

I feel playful today, Island please provide me
with some water sports. For magnificent dishes
can I please have a fusion of Creole and Chinese
and Indian and European flavour? I will tuck
into seafood whilst listening to Sega music!

I guess mountain trekking wouldn’t be a bad idea.
I promise, I shall go hunting and birdwatching.
My stay here will be characterised by visiting
the luxurious shopping malls and picking up
a souvenir or two. What an African destination!

Sightseeing pleasure is in store for me in the form
of breathtaking horse-racing tracks, mountains, parks
and botanical gardens. This is the turquoise Indian Ocean.
Mauritius, with your year-round sunshine, your white beaches,
your beach parties, your scenery—you make my vacation meaty.

Ndaba Sibanda is a Zimbabwean-born writer. His poems, essays and short stories have been published in Africa and the USA. Ndaba currently lives and teaches in Saudi Arabia. Of his career, he says, "writing is my life, and my second wife".

Golden Moonbeam--By Blanca Alicia Garza--United States

Golden Moonbeam

Like leaves in Autumn
tears fall from my eyes
your name written gently
upon every one.
Missing you my heart
shall forever cry
until my final breath
has come and gone.
Four Autumns have passed
since you're gone away
to that wondrous world
of cherished dreams.
I'll see you once more
at the end of my days
and meet you there
a flash on a golden moonbeam.

Blanca Alicia Garza is a published poet from Las Vegas, Nevada.  She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Some of her poems are published in the new Poetry Anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, now available at Amazon.com. Other published work can be viewed www.winamop.com   

Autumn Alchemy--By Langley Shazor--United States

Autumn Alchemy

The air is cool
Morning sun casting shadows
Without heat
Could almost be mistaken for its pale counterpart
Luminous orbs
Celestial street lamps
Irradiated pathways
Rays and beams
Traipse through leaves
Plodding across terrestrial plots
Broken into slivers
These minute rails
Made of gold and silver
Lace mortars and pestles
To combine cinnamon, sage, and citrus
Magically warming the senses
Dispersed by the breeze
Flowing through this perennial apothecary

Langley Shazor was raised in a small city in southwest Virginia. As an adult he has a deep appreciation for culture, arts, wellness, history, philosophy, science, and religions. An avid reader, he is an advocate for education; breaking down stereotypes, creating social awareness, enlightenment, human rights, and helping those less fortunate are his life's passions. Writing is not only personally therapeutic, but a medium for which he has the opportunity to impart positivity on those from all walks of life.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

standing...By Thomas Canull--United States

standing in glass shards
afraid of trying to move
screaming at the walls
_____________

valleys exist to cast light
on the peaks

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. 

Saturday, November 26, 2016

A Picture of Paradise--By Emile Pinet--Canada

A Picture of Paradise

A swing propelled by a young girl’s giggles,
arks into the air reaching for the sky.
And its rope chafes the bark of an old oak,
as flashes of my youth go streaming by.

Evergreen trees form an emerald hedge,
as peace and tranquility set the scene.
And reds, yellows, purples and pinks abound,
where patches of wildflowers offset green.

A wild rose tangled in the undergrowth,
scatters its fragrant petals all around.
And where lilac bushes support its perch,
violet blossoms confetti the ground.

A pair of Mallard ducks scurry away,
on a pond with a silver mirrored sheen.
And barring a picture of paradise,
this is the pretties spot I've ever seen.

A scarlet sun bleeds as daylight departs,
slowly retreating from twilight’s attack.
And flowing like a billion bleeding hearts,
crimson rivers color the edge of black.

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. 

November’s black cat--By Barbara Robinette--United States

 November’s black cat

purrs on my lap
on a quiet cloudy day
and it takes courage

to turn off the kitchen neon bright,
let in morning’s outside light
misty cool and grey,

to hear beyond the closed window
the raucous wild and solemn cry
of brother blue jay.

previously published in the author’s book
Sea Leafs By Moon

Barbara Robinette is the author of two books of poems, Plain and Sea Leafs By Moon.  A third book is forthcoming. Several of her poems have appeared in print and on-line.  She has written poems, off and on, since President Kennedy’s assassination in 1963 when someone read “Oh Captain, My Captain” during the funeral procession.  She thinks poetry is for everyday, working people and keeps that audience in mind when writing her poems.

The Summer Is Past--By J. T. Milford

                                            The Summer Is Past


                                                                        A
                                                             leaf
                                                                         falls    
                                                                                     from
                                                                                                 the
                                                                                                             tree
                                                                                                and 
                                                                                    I
                                                                     feel
                                                                                       its 
                                                                           lonely
                                                                     trip
                                                           down

J. T. Milford is a retired CPA who has just completed his first book of poetry.

To love is a tragedy--By April Mae M. Berza--Philippines

To love is a tragedy

To love is a tragedy,
it is to die a million times
in the arms of Aphrodite.

To love is a tragedy,
it is a surrender, a defeat
when you could have been
an oasis with me
or I could have been
an archipelago with you.

Islands, we are islands
submerged in this emotion.

We try to be one
but we are divided
by the politics of reason.

To love is a tragedy,
it is a fiasco, another fiasco,
a thorn among the roses.

April Mae M. Berza is the author of Confession ng isang Bob Ong Fan (Flipside, 2014) and Berso de Berza (Charging Ram, 2012.) Her poems and short stories appeared in numerous publications in the America, France, Canada, Romania, India, Japan, Great Britain and the Philippines. Her poems are translated in Crimean Tatar and Filipino. Some of her poems are published in Liwayway, Belleville Park Pages, Haiku Journal, The Siren, Poetica, Three Line Poetry, Calliope, Maganda, Metric Conversions, Ani, The Manila Times, Asahi Haikuist Network, Contemporary Verse 2, and elsewhere. Her poem "E-Martial Law" was broadcast on IndoPacific Radio on KPFA 94.1FM/kpfa.org. She is a member of Poetic Genius Society. She lives in Taguig, Philippines.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Autumn Reverie--By Mary A. Couch

Autumn Reverie

I wander worn trail to blue-green lakeshore
where woodlands are painted in autumn hues,
and forlorn leaves crackle beneath my feet.

The crisp scent of pine lingers on the breeze
as I watch sunrise, a child’s finger painting,
splatter sky canvas in yellow and pink.

I feel your touch, a bittersweet memory
as wind wraps me in its arms, and chills my bones.
I turn, retrace steps to cabin alone.

Mary A. Couch resides in Noblesville, Indiana, and works as an Admin Assistant for Taylored Systems, Inc. a local telecommunication company. She is the Premier Poet for the Indiana State Federation of Poetry Clubs, and she learned poetry from her mother and two grandmothers who were writers, artists and storytellers. She has been published in a variety of venues.

FALL--By Alice Couch--United States

FALL

Flurry of amber and crimson leaves
Alight upon ground beneath the trees.
Layering the earth in patchwork bands
Like a quilt crafted from nature’s hands.

Alice Couch is a retired nurse’s aide who spends her days playing with her dogs, Nibby and Squeakie, while writing poetry for her three children, four grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren, and four great great-grandchildren.  One of her stories published in Living with Children. She studied yoga and Buddhism and has a gift for blending the rational approach of the Western mind with the deep spiritual wisdom of the east in her poetry. She was named Noblesville’s Senior Poet Laureate in 2012.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Haibun: Yesterday--By Angelee Deodhar--India

Haibun: Yesterday

I receive a small collection of Swarovski crystal beads, hearts, squaredelles, roundels, tear drops, bi-cones, and other shapes all with tiny holes in them and as they wink and blink in the light, I turn them over and over in my palm, marveling at their perfection...       

I travel back in time where, dressed in my best frock and new shoes, I went to my friend's house to a childhood birthday party. The piece of cake I was served, had tiny silver beads on it, which I collected carefully in my handkerchief and put in my pocket. I remember going home with my ayah and excitedly opening my handkerchief to find … nothing, no beads! I searched all over and cried when I couldn’t find those silver beads, and now five and a half decades later this small box of magic beads, which wink enticingly at me, are home again.
                   
 Tanabata festival
 from her open hair
 the scent of jasmine 


Note:  Tanabata is a Japanese star festival, usually held on July 7, and celebrates the meeting of Vega and Altair. The Milky Way, a river made from stars that crosses the sky, separates these lovers, and they are allowed to meet only once a year.

Previously published in Haiku Canada Review

Angelee Deodhar, is an eye surgeon turned haiku poet, translator, and artist from India.  She has translated six books of haiku from English to Hindi. She has no personal website or blog. "Hot on the heels of her 2014 release of a collection of poetic prose containing haiku, Deodhar celebrates having edited Journeys 2015, an Anthology of International Haibun, highlighting authors in 15 different countries." - David McMurray, Editor, Asahi Haikuist Network, Japan

To a Squirrel--By Suzanne Clement--United States

To a Squirrel

Little squirrel in the grass
As I pass
By you today
I see your gray fur
And your brown eyes
While you scamper on the ground.
You were created by the Lord
Who formed you with His word
As He made all the lovely things
Of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring.

Thank you, God, for squirrels.

Suzanne Clement is a writer from Dover, New Hampshire.

Love Saw It--By Maurice J. Reynolds--United States

Love Saw It

Broken, a vessel born into sin,
a torn and bruised world full of
ups and downs.  Life’s rollercoaster
we ride; erratic, off-center, full of
noise and clutter.  Shallow like sand 
shifting through fingers, exposing
the torment of broken dreams that lead
to tears in the image of a waterfall; hope
fleeing into empty spaces that have no
hiding place.  Life is often like shattered 
glass cutting to the core, inflicting an 
open wound to spread or be healed.  Love
saw it.  Love slowed the rollercoaster, 
healed the bruise, stopped the torment,
dried the tears, covered the empty spaces
and put the broken pieces back together
again.  Love saw the need and made a way.

Maurice J. Reynolds is a freelance writer who has had material published in various publications. He is the owner of To God be the Glory! Publications, a literary ministry that produces the poetry publication Creative Inspirations.  More information can be found at: www.tgbtgpublictions.com

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Awakening--By Annie Jenkin--England

The Awakening

I play piano
on your shoulders
to shake away the shadows
feeding my fears.
Using unmeasured metre,
trapping sounds
of rich and mellow notes.
I feel the smooth velvet-tones
nudging my heart, awakening
the millions of tunes within.
Dusky spheres fall
as softly as summer rain
filling my veins,
releasing emotion.
The beat of my heart quickens
and my timid hand reaches
beneath my pillow,
to let my dream slip out.

Annie Jenkin lives in Plymouth, England. Having not written poetry for many years, Annie has returned to poetry writing with enthusiasm. Her writing explores several subject areas that are insightful, humorous but can also be sensitive.

Thankfulness--By Marc Livanos--United States

Thankfulness

Dear Lord, our blessings over-flow.
Thank you for our Corolla.
especially in bringing me to therapy.
(The paint is peeling.)

Thank you for my Baywalker 8.
It has a roller on the stern,
especially useful when I launch it.
(It is too small for two.)

Thank you for lessons learned.
It is great to learn from trials,
especially when we meant to do our best.
(No one should ask for more.)

And now, we earnestly pray for
quick answers or your
intercession on our
on-going journey of life.  
(Sympathy would be nice.)


Marc Livanos’ poems have appeared in Straylight Magazine, Poet’s Espresso Review, Stray Branch Magazine, Old Red Kimono, Ship of Fools, Song of the San Joaquin Quarterly and others. His chapbooks “Panhandle Poet - Solitude” and “Panhandle Poet - Second Helpings” are available online at barnesandnoble.com

Comet in My Time--By Marlene Million--United States

Comet in My Time

I am spellbound, gazing
from an open field.
The universe issues
zealous sovereignty
streaming its sentry
through the night, a fiery light,
sky-rocking around the sun.

Gliding across interplanetary
space, an astro-divination
signals a luminescent cloud.
It brightens the world,
feeds ethereal fire to the core.

The magnetic pull elevates,
navigates a journey in solar
sparkle.  This immense serendipity
amazes the mind, startles the senses.

Its tail of wispy ion smoke
cascades a fine vapor
upon the night sky, dotted
with celestial destiny.

(Previously published in Tipton Poetry Journal)

Marlene Million is a retired insurance secretary from her husband's business and grandmother of four. She has published two chapbooks and belongs to several writers’ groups. She had a poem on display at Indianapolis Arts Garden the month of February, 2013 and has been published in a variety of venues.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Haiku/Senryu--By Martha Magenta--England

the beach
where she drowned --
angel wings
____________

an empty sea shell 
the sound 
of Genesis
____________

night chill
a blanket of lights 
over the city
____________

November rain
the cat's last visit
to the vet
____________

summer meadow
a petal becomes
a wing
____________

Martha Magenta lives in England, UK. Her poetry has appeared in The Reverie Journal, Whispers and Beaux Cooper; her haiku and senryu have been published in online journals, including Modern Haiku, Haiku Presence, and Chrysanthemum. She is owner of POETS poetry community on G+. https://marthamagenta.wordpress.com/      

summer garden--By Peggy Dugan French--United States

summer garden

years ago
we stood in your garden
smiling among the zinnias
picking peas for supper
under the big blue Minnesota sky

today
I stroll through my garden
pruning memorial roses
tenderly remembering those days
wishing I could turn back time

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.

Poetry--By r soos--United States

blemish

a fingerprint there
at the top of this notebook
shows me you're reading
_________

figure

some discovery
into your story timeline
when you write for truth
_________

home

life happens outside
until you miss the dances
with your mom and dad
_________

r soos is a teacher, poet and musician and has several books of poetry, including Somersaults With Life (2016), Parting/Departing (2015), Bringing In The Sheets (2012). His books may be purchased at on-line bookstores, such as Amazon and Barnes and Noble. His poetry appears online in Peacock Journal, Tuck, Leaves of Ink, Micropoetry, and others. His video poems may be viewed on youtube. His latest chapbook, Cell Notebook, will be published in December, 2016. He blogs at http://rsoos.com

Monday, November 21, 2016

Poetry Moments--By Marilyn Ward--United Kingdom

i recline in grass
watching grey elephants
sail by

a field of gulls
take off
i catch them mid air

red leaves
fill my lens
with autumn

hot coffee
i read steamy topics
in the newspaper

burn toast
stuck in
another daydream

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. 

Dad--By Cindy Hutchings--United States

Dad

You were not religious
barely spiritual
your brain operated
in calculations, computations,
risk prevention

even while deteriorating from dementia
designing structures was on your mind
you watched with intense focus, when I
showed you images of architecture
created buildings from dominoes

now that you’ve passed on
gone on to another journey
your mental powers restored
I pray the Great Architect finds you
and together you make grand designs
in the lands of Skye, mist, cloud.

Cindy Hutchings’ first poetry chapbook, "Tree Talk," was published by MoonPath Press. 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. She writes with passion about nature, events, and social causes. Her poetry is also shared online at QuillandParchment.com and http://artwithaheart-forum.tumblr.com       

WHISPERS’ NOVEMBER ACTIVITY—CELEBRATING THE CINQUAIN

Dear Whispers’ Family,

The November writing activity has been CELEBRATING THE CINQUAIN. Thank you to all who submitted poems. The well-crafted poems in this activity are special gifts from the heart. I hope you will take a few moments to unwrap and savor them.

Michael Escoubas, Whispers’ Activity Editor
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the seed…

engraved
on May’s tombstone…
love bubbling to nourish
an orphan’s empty soul with faith
and hope

Karen O’Leary, United States
_________

Light

purple
clouds edged in pink
yield to the sun’s daily
walk with brush in hand painting like
Matisse

Michael Escoubas, United States
_________

Intimidate

Whistling
Into darkness;
Sounding braver than I
Feel. Superstitions and nightmares
Haunting

David Palmer, United States
_________

Colon Cancer

Thank God
for miracles:
no cancer in lymph nodes,
no ileostomy worries,
chemo.

Charlene McCutcheon, United States 
_________

A Canine Vision

A dog
ran across a
cloud, with ears flapping and
tail wagging; he looked both happy
and proud.

Annie Jenkin, England
_________

Autumn Stroll

Dappled
Sunlight streaming
Casting dancing shadows
Leaves whispering very gently
Listen

Jan Allison, Isle of Man
_________

Blessing

Be calm
breathe deeply now
let your cares fly away
walk daily with a mighty hope
sing loud

Jim Teeters, United States
_________

Grandfather

sunset . . .
in the hospice
parched pelargoniums
thinking i'm his nurse he asks for
water

Martha Magenta, England
_________

Love

Kiss me
In the moonlight
Bathing in its essence
We'll be together forever
Us two.

David Fox, United States
_________

Sunshine 

Slowly
You light my life
As morning gently breaks
With warmth you thaw my frozen heart
Sundrenched.

Paul Callus, Malta
_________

Incipience

Autumn
pretends own death;
dormant, bursts forth with life:
underlying shoots limber up
for spring ….

Alan McAlpine Douglas, United Kingdom
_________

I Dare You

Whispers . . . .
activity:
Write a basic cinquain.
Five lines. Twenty-two syllables.
No prob.

Robert P. Hansen, United States.
_________

Persistence

One last 
orange persimmon
on black twig clung that night
temptation to the jogger’s hand
in gloves. 

Tricia Knoll, United States 
_________

Sidewalks

Chalkboards
for youthful minds
whose imagination
creates from a blank slate their life's
future

 Mary A. Couch - United States
_________

Where's Wally?

Through her
thick-rimmed glasses
in her striped hat and scarf,
she opened and then viewed her face
book page.

Ralph Stott, United Kingdom
_________

Free Gifts

To be
what we need to; 
in order to help those
less fortunate than us requires
true love. 

Langley Shazor, United States
_________

Love Song Last Night

The wind
made soulful sounds
serenading the moon
who refused to show her shy face
again.

Candace Armstrong, United States
_________

Spring

Bubbling
Cool, refreshing
Water, giver of life
In this desperate, cracked, thirsty
Parched land

Sara Kendrick, United States
_________

Rainbow

rainbow
children smiling
turn my heart upside down
catapult back to this moment’s
promise

Kelley White, United States
_________

In the Days Ahead

Be true
to who you are.
Carry your spirit like
a candle in the center of
darkness.

Mary Jo Balistreri, United States
_________

Life Sentence

Tights and
leotards were
a professional skin.
No longer a dancer, her mind
still is.

Jean Colonomos, United States
_________

Mystery

Ravens
nest in aeries
up on that mountain crest. 
Once, a raven's shadow followed
me home. 

Elizabeth Howard, United States
_________

Kindness

Hushed fog
of old Autumn
wraps her arms around brown,
brittle leaves remaining on the
sapling.

Barbara Robinette, United States
_________

Intaglio

you, earth...
as i walk your
hills and streams i touch the
ample landscape you sculpt for me
each day

Pat Geyer, United States
_________

Breakdown

The day
your words stole mine
consuming my true self
a barrier came between us
I fell

Inge Wesdijk, The Netherlands
________

Children

Children—
little people.
Laughing, running, playing.
emotional, excited things—
youngsters.

Anna-Marie Docherty, Wales, UK
________

First Frost

Years tilt
Crazing appears
Age leans into the wind
My daughter whispers, it's time to
Retire

James Marshall Goff, United States
________

Waiting

The boots
that caught my eye
in the shoe store window
have not been marked down for the sale.
Not yet...

Mary Gunn, Ireland
________

Old Friends

Friendship
will grow stronger 
with the passage of time.
Fickle cold hearts push good people
away.

Jack Horne, England
________

Your Memories

Mild breeze
of full moon, light
invites your forgotten
memories that teases me - spoiled
my night.

Dr. Satish Srivastava, India