Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By ayaz daryl nielsen and Peggy Dugan French--United States

the meadow

By ayaz daryl nielsen and Peggy Dugan French

filled with dove and meadowlark
the meadow outside my window ablaze in song
hymns of awakening and well-being
spill into the valley through the pines
wild grasses and flowers sway to the rhythm
a new peace falls over me
and it seems I’m so much more than I was
long ago, lost in the world without you

Album--By Sanjeev Sethi--India


Through your harmonies I have been able to touch
the hoofprint of your tenderness. The fragility
of your fear grabs me. We have a generation
between us. Time hasn’t altered anything. You have
to wear your garment of grief I have to wear mine.

Now and then, a breed of stallions kickoff their tantivies
on the bridle path of polymorphism. The manners of mating
are perilous. Our placement keeps us as kleptomaniacs
in the emporium of love. Shortages do this. Perception
of chronic shortages more so.

(First published in Coldnoon Travel Poetics)

Sanjeev Sethi has published three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest work. His poems have found a home in The London MagazineThe Fortnightly Review, Ink Sweat and Tears, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Allegro Poetry Magazine, The Galway Review, The Open Mouse, I am not a Silent Poet, Otoliths, Right Hand Pointing, Down in the Dirt magazine, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.

Under These Slow and Sinking Pale Half-Moons--By Robert Lindley--United States

Under These Slow and Sinking Pale Half-Moons

Angel of soft, ever wanting touch;
Delivers with serenity in tow;
That this sunken vessel needs very much-
Set thy eyes upon my dark, fleeting soul!

Will this humble plea strike upon thy heart;
Shall from it, thee ever give joyous tunes?
Or force in me yet another sad start-
Under these slow and sinking, pale half-moons.

Angel of my heart's desperate desires;
Will thee ever prepare that blessed meal,
Roasting delicately upon hot fires-
Aye, thy gentle hand my soul doth now feel!

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.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Haiku--By Arvinder Kaur--India

farewell dance--
prairie grass sways
this way and that

ਪਛੋਂ ਦੀ ਵਾ --
ਅਲਵਿਦਾ ‘ਚ ਝੂਮ ਰਿਹਾ
ਪਰਾਰੇ ਘਾਹ


fragrant breeze--
the way your presence
fills my life

ਮਹਿਕੀ ਪੁਰਵਾਈ—
ਤੇਰੀ ਹੋਂਦ ਨਾਲ ਸ਼ਰਸਾਰ
ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ


bedtime stories--
tracing the flowers
on mother's quilt

ਪਰੀਆਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਬਾਤਾਂ—
ਅੰਮੀਂ ਦੀ ਰਜ਼ਾਈ ਤੇ
ਵੰਨ ਸਵੰਨੇ ਫੁੱਲ


These haiku are from Arvinder’s new bilingual book, dandelion seeds, a collection of poetry in both English and Punjabi.  The book is available on www.amazon.in


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.

Anomie--By David Palmer--United States


Alone! In a room full of strangers
Chatting amiably around, not to
Me.  Cloaked with Invisibility,
Stealth Secret Agent Double-oh-seven;
But currently unassigned, mission less,
Meaningless! Really? A non-entity,
Expendable, recyclable, NADA?
Social ghost haunting your periphery.
We are shallow, failing to see the worth
Of the eternal souls who share limelight
In our transient moments on life’s stage.
Each one a Masterpiece before Father God,
Who IS so rapturously enthralled.
To Him, precious sparkling crowning jewels!

David Palmer makes his home in Renton, Washington, just outside Seattle.  As a former minister, and avid reader, he is a lover of poetry and has written 88 sonnets, mostly for the delight of his friends.  He currently works for Bloodworks Northwest in Bellevue, Washington, a blood center supplying whole blood, platelets and plasma for transfusion to patients in hospitals in Alaska, Washington, and Oregon.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Triplets, Unbound Memories: Ancestral Call--By Nana Arhin Tsiwah--Ghana

Triplets, Unbound Memories: Ancestral Call

on this hot nipples of poetry
we hold our stretched lips
like the Nile drowned
by the Volta

on every noon
after our fathers' sweat pour
we beat the drums
with our sweaty palms
that perhaps yester-memories
might wake from palm nut soup

this was the lord's will
the ancestors' prayers
that our mortality
shall kiss the lips
of these memories

Nana Arhin Tsiwah, a linguist-performist, disciple of Africanism-consciousness & student of 'Akanism' is the author and co-author of two poetry collections: Dead Epistles and Palm Leaves. Nana doubles as the chief-linguist in the Africanism Poetry Movement, "The Village Thinkers" and African Poetry Editor for Lunaris Review, Ghana & Nigeria Respectively. He writes from Cape Coast, Ghana.

Dance of Life--By Colleen Keller Breuning--United States

Dance of Life

Perched by the open window
tiny dancer bathed in glow
beneath a veil of green eyes
gilded lily in disguise.

Faded scars cannot erase
sad memories from a place
where sticks and stones broke her bones
sharp lessons learned long ago.

Dodging minefields, cat and mouse
secrets hidden in old house
one magic moment has turned
to cold dust where fire once burned.

Sinews, muscles stretch and thrash
finding strength amidst the ash.
though hope seems lost with no trace
she exudes amazing grace.

A strong breeze from down under
pushes sorrow asunder
as she glides forth, free from strife
in this mystic dance of life….

Colleen Keller Breuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published in a variety of print and online magazines during the past decade. Her first poetry book, Shadows of My Father, was a tribute to her father and published in 2011. She is currently working on her second book of poetry, along with assorted photography projects. She participates in several online writing groups. In addition to poetry and photography, she loves nature, music, cats and wine (not necessarily in that order).



Marietta Jane McGregor—Australia
Anna Maris—Sweden
                                                Pravat Kumar Padhy—India
                                                Rob Harle--Australia
                                                Nicholas Klacsanzky—Ukraine
                                                Thomas Canull—United States
                                                Martha Magenta—England
                                                j. lewis—United States
                                                Arthur Turfa—United States

Please welcome them to our community. We now have representatives from the following countries--Australia, Botswana, Brazil, 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, 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.

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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.

Joann Grisetti announces the publication of her tanka book Dark Maroon Jacket, available at Amazon. Signed copies can be ordered straight from Joann gneissmom@aol.com.

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.

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.

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


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

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.

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.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Editor's Thoughts/Our Family--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Dear Whispers’ Family,

Each one of you is a unique part of the puzzle.  Closing our third year in January, I am so grateful for the friendships born from the journey and treasure the talented contributors that share their words for our growing community.  

It such a joy to share in your honors, stories and see your poetry blossom.  Whispers’ words extend beyond borders. Our writing family is making a difference.  Thank you all for your pieces.


Karen O’Leary
Whisper’s Editor


Our Family

into--------      one
mosaic so-   snug
                    of many
                    creative pieces

(Note—the words one and snug fit in both stanzas of this Fibonacci)

Nightingale--By Rick Parise--United States


Where twilight songs search of beauty
like syllables broke apart
I count each step to find your heart
where velvet words resonate
and azure moonlight softly hangs
in brushed hues of melody…

Rick Parise, known as “A Pondering Poet”, is from the beautiful land of Salem, Oregon.  The main focus of his poetry is to take the reader to a meaningful, personal time in their lives, to a place where spirits are touched and memories unwind. He hopes you enjoy his work. To Contact Rick please email him at rapondering@yahoo.com  

Friday, April 29, 2016

the day...By--jani johe webster--(In Memory-May 2013)--United States

the day awakens
all lemon-colored
ready for adventure

tiny drops of dew
glimmer in the light
flowers yawn themselves open

it is a gift
this day


From Nila Webster, jani johe’s daughter--This poem was one my mother's first poems, written long before I was born.  The imagery and pace add a special sparkle to her message.  As a poet, she was continually tuned into the exquisite beauty of this life.  The last lines, "it is a gift / this day" have become a special credo for me, a lifeline to hope. 

Where I have come from--By Edilson Afonso Ferreira--Brazil

Where I have come from

I am proud of the youth of my generation.
I came from a past that only must be seen
in its black and white.
Current bright colors cannot even approach
warmth of singular and peculiar bygone era. 
Just we who lived and loved in it are enough  
and qualified witnesses to so amazing a past.
Time of the candid, simple and naive living,   
with fewer choices, as only black telephones 
and only white fridges.  
Moreover, time to encounter enduring lovers,
that endure life’s disillusions, jointly reaching,    
so many years ahead,
these colorful unsettled contemporaneous days.

Edilson Afonso Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, in order to reach more people. Has been published in online or printed venues like Cyclamens and Swords, Right Hand Pointing, Boston Poetry Magazine, The Lake, The Stare’s Nest, The Provo Canyon, Amomancies, Subterranean Blue, The Gambler, Whispers, Every Day Poems, Indiana Voice Journal and some others. Short listed in four American Poetry Contests, lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and began writing after retirement as a Bank Manager. He is collecting his works for a forthcoming book.   

Reflections: A Mid-Summer’s Night Treat--By Maurice J. Reynolds--United States

Reflections: A Mid-Summer’s Night Treat

A mid-summer’s night treat, so sweet,
just me, the open sky, the stars, and wild
flowers reacting to a soft breeze, stimulating
my mind, to unwind….just a tease of summer
days spent in my grandfather’s arms, heart-to-
heart talks with my father accented by my
mother’s charm….a mid-summer’s night
treat, remembering playing freely with friends
without the fear of harm, delightful moments in
the garden with granny; quality time galore….
reflections I so adore on this mid-summer
night, what a treat, so sweet.

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 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Lindey Boo--By Michael Todd--United States

Lindey Boo

You're always the light of my morning dawn.
Without you, surely the sun would not rise.
Your smile inspires the lyrics of my song;
All I hold dear, what I see in your eyes.

You're ever my heart's reason for beating.
You are my calling; I know that is true.
Make the most of precious moments, fleeting;
Let's stay together, always, me with you.

You're my life and my heart's inspiration;
Wherever you lead, I will follow there.
I was once lost. You are my salvation;
Not another like you, none can compare.

Lindey Boo, I love you, always and then,
I'll just turn around and love you again.

Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site...http://myketodd.blogspot.com/  

I Miss You--By Annie Jenkin--England

I Miss You

It's as Spring makes its new start - I miss you
The yellow of Daffodils and Primroses
Budding trees, heathers and bushes
And the morning sun now blushes
It's then I feel alive, to share such promise of hope and joy.

On warm Summer evenings - I miss you
Drowsy bees pollen searching
The Ox-eyed daisies slowly closing
Sat alone, I sip cool wine, thinking
It's then I'm happy, to enjoy life's gifts and pleasure.

When Autumn silently creep's in - I miss you
Raindrops are illuminated by street light
Footsteps of strangers echo in the night
I hear the sea inside its shroud of mist
It's then I miss, your eyes glowing with love for me.

On long dark evenings of Winter - I miss you
When the house is buffeted by wind
The highs of Christmas now dimmed
An absorbing book comes to an end
It's then I miss, making memories to treasure.

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.

Growing up Without a Mother--By Robert Hewett Sr.--United States

Growing up Without a Mother

My mother moved away when I was three years old
I don’t recall much about when she was there,
except the fire that destroyed our house. 
My father was a good man, 
He did his best to care for us four boys.
Mother was enamored with a much faster life.
Only later did I realize the debt I owe her.
She was there when I needed her the most.
You see, I was born very premature, weighing
only a pound and a half per the Country Doc.
He said that I would not live through the night.
His advice, “give him a quarter of an aspirin
and let him die in peace.”
She gave me the aspirin and I slept through the night.,
The next morning, she gave me a whole aspirin.
That worked even better, I slept for six weeks.
Mother fed me from a nose dropper.
She made an incubator out of a shoe box.
I lived and come July I will have lived                                                                                          
Eighty-three years on borrowed time.

Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 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"

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Wind Songs--By Connie Marcum Wong--United States

Wind Songs

Romance me with your flirty breeze,
Susurrate songs in leafy trees.

March winds you clash with tidal flows,
Keep waves in hindered highs and lows.

Your power paves a mockery
Of gentleness I long to see.

Won't you return our springtime bliss
Caressing cheeks with tender kiss?

Don't make meek martyrs of the trees
When you uproot them as you please.

To train tornados torrid path
In tempest tears you display wrath,

When all along I know you hold
A sacred spirit of the bold.

So beguile me with tender touch
With wind songs that I love so much,

And I will be your maiden fair;
You may finger my golden hair.

On through autumn our love will grow,
With wayward windy hearts aglow.

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.

The Sages Say to Trust--By A. Michele Leslie--United States

The Sages Say to Trust

The Sages say to trust
for God is near.
But on the tree the leaves are gone—all fallen.
And as I lift my head and with my fingers comb my hair
I hear a voice: “Despair! Despair!”

“I will not,” I interject.
And on a branch a little bird sings merrily.

How can I a moment saddened be
when a bird such as she
sings for me?

A. Michele Leslie is a poet and playwright who lives in Sauk Rapids, Minnesota with her husband, David, and two cats.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

The Edge of Midnite--By Keith O. J. Hunt--Canada

The Edge of Midnite

(A poetic glimpse into the metaphysical
world of ' The twilight Zone ')

The edge of midnite,
   not quite day or night,
   not quite death or life ---
What realms do I wander your curtained halls?

No mere mortal can shed the rust from your bones ---
   and solve thy mystery;
   a thing that should not be,
   nestled between life and dreams,
   so brief it whimpers in the dark and is gone....

Yet, you are there, and return,
   something faceless;
   no dance nor melody could live to breathe one breath;

You will live a thousand years more ----
   tell me ---- darkling lord:

What shall bring your death?

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.

In Tandem--By Alice Couch--United States

In Tandem                                                                        

Two black blurs                                                          
chase their tails,                                                          
each other,      
a wiffle ball,                                                               
my poet’s pen.

They whirl away,
twin balls of fur,
safety in numbers,
my poet’s pen,
a hostage.

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.

The Golden Path--By Mary A. Couch--United States

The Golden Path

Tomorrow’s path
Hidden down the road
Entwined with today
Goals unmet or ended
Others to begin
Life moments
Dangling leaves
Entrances and exits
New and old mingled
Paved or rocky road
Always another mile
The end now in sight
How did it move again?

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.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Patterns--By Shloka Shankar--India


Acknowledge them.
The ones that criss-cross,
others that have a distinct scent
like ripe oranges in a fruit basket,
some in muted sepia tones,
and the irrational one that lines your innards. 
Wrench them out with tweezers,
or something more handy.
Brush them under the carpet for a few days
and allow them to haunt you.
Stare at them till your eyes start watering
like repressed memories surfacing in a dark room.
Divide them into compartments
and straight-jacket your feelings
by drawing up a spreadsheet.
Award yourself points after this exercise.
If need be, take a deep breath,
rinse, and repeat.

Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer from Bangalore, India. She loves experimenting with all forms of the written word, and has found her niche in Japanese short-forms such as haiku, tanka, and haibun, as well as found/remixed poetry. She is also the founding editor of the literary & arts journal, Sonic Boom. You can read more of her work here

Voices--By Constance Escobar--United States


I remember our friends talking as we were walking
Hoping to know each other more and step by step
We always talked as we walked along the shore.

Moment by moment enjoying the view
the ocean so beautifully blue.
Then one day the voices faded away
And all I could here was you.

Constance Escobar is a writer of everything and anything that strikes her fancy. From wedding books to historical fiction and from Poetry to Romance. She writes as she is inspired and has work published in the Ink Slingers' Anthology 2014 & 2015.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Commas--By Raamesh Gowri Raghavan--India


Somewhere between the truth,
And our world of comforting lies,
Is the world we seek to live in;
Happiness is what we call it,
Though a stagnating lack
of worry would do as well,
Maybe it's a race we're running
Against our own aging selves
Chasing a childhood memory
Always a step ahead of us:
A visible phantasm, a mirage
Concocted from our own imagined pasts
With guilt conveniently buried
In the shroud of forgetfulness
And yet - there's always a yet -
There is a listlessness, ennui,
That we never got what we wanted
And the regret, unmessianic,
Of not knowing what that was
Till the commas of life stop abruptly.

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan moonlights as an award-winning copywriter by day and daylights as an award-wanting poet by night. He thinks he is funny, but his friends vehemently disagree.

Contentment--By Joyce I. Johnson--United States


I've not sailed down Niagara Falls
Nor climbed Mt. Everest's heights.
I haven't crossed the Sahara,
Nor danced under city lights.

I'm just a little country girl,
Without the yen to roam.
This lovely, bounteous valley
Will always be my home.

In spring, the fields of flowers
Call visitors from afar;
Big busses bring some tourists
And others come by car.

Before daffodils and tulips
Have quite faded away,
A big expanse of iris
Will brighten up my day.

I'm a few hours from the mountains,
A like time from the sea.
I do not need to travel,
The world's right here with me.

Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 97th birthday in July of 2015.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Blue Mist--By Marlene Million--United States

Blue Mist

Night summons a misty-blue realm,
and magic is limitless, boundless
in vast universe. Azure deep, dreams wax,
wane during night's crescent moon.

Mind's aglow in reverie amid tapestry
of dreams.  Ancient myths, superstition
and mystical traditions flow in shades
of blue like sky's perfect hue.

In whirl of renewal, dreamer journeys
on wings beyond caverns of light, soaring
in essence of new insight, free, joyous,
winding through night's shining stars.

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.

Tanka--By Ali Znaidi--Tunisia

you oftentimes speak
of bad spelling…
I imagine
a worm wiggling
in the sand

her eyebrow
hair by hair…
the moon crescent draws

Ali Znaidi (b.1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia. He is the author of several chapbooks, including Experimental Ruminations (Fowlpox Press, 2012), Moon’s Cloth Embroidered with Poems (Origami Poems Project, 2012), Bye, Donna Summer! (Fowlpox Press, 2014), Taste of the Edge (Kind of a Hurricane Press, 2014), and Mathemaku x5 (Spacecraft Press, 2015). For more details, you can visit his blog at –aliznaidi.blogspot.com and follow him on Twitter @AliZnaidi.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Polaroid--By Langley Shazor--United States


Steady and rhythmic is the downpour.
Disrupted only by the sound of keys.
The sweet smell of rain filters through the back door.
Splashing against the pavement, it keeps perfect time.

A dim light illuminates the mechanized prose creator.
Scents of oil, rubber, and paper.
Tap, tap, tapping away as thought becomes word.
With every bell toll, the creation rises as though materialized from space itself.

Gently bent spine accenting the curve of another.
The cool of the evening yielding itself only to blanket covered legs.
Scintillating perfume; the final ingredient.
Comfortably perched as knowledge is passed on.

One giving; one receiving.
Art in movement; beauty in silence
And occasionally, a glimpse and a smile.
Understanding that transcends verbalization.

A cacophony of sensory stimulation.
Individually chaotic; yet synchronicity abounds.
Singular, panoramic, warm, comforting.
Snapshot of the perfect evening.

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.

walking...By David Austin--United States

walking      walking
humpback guy in rags
limping with purpose
going somewhere
to a nowhere place

David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals.  David is a member of Poetry Soup.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

How Strange--By Yvonne Sparkes--England

How Strange
How strange, a fall of snow, can bring you peace,
Now all is quiet and  noise is at last deceased.
Aesthetic to the eye this virgin snow,
On fallen leaves and the drifting flow.

Each tree adorned with gowns of white,
So beautiful and a comely sight.
The birds flit by, intruders to the scene,
My very own ethereal dream.

Frozen tears, jewels formed on high.
Pristine snowflakes meet my eager eyes.
I`m standing still to capture all I see,
To drink in this beauty, there in front of me.

So much joy the seasons give the heart,
When one begins, another must depart,
But all this beauty, ever lives with time,
And finds its home, within my feeble rhyme.

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.