Thursday, January 31, 2013

Small Gesture--By Andrea Dietrich--United States

Small Gesture

you left
home, you gave
back to me the
picture I’d given
you one Christmas (of you,
fourteen, with my arm around
your shoulder). You said, “I don’t need
this.” Perhaps you meant nothing by it,
but it symbolized so much more to me.

Andrea Dietrich grew up in Iowa and now resides in Utah with a spouse and two cats. She has two grown children and six grandchildren. Having graduated BYU with a Spanish major/ESL minor, she has spent most of her adult life teaching. It wasn't until 2000 that she began writing in earnest and discovering her "niche" as a writer of lyrical poetry. The internet opened up a new world for her, and she has spent nearly a decade now participating in poetry clubs, acting as a judge of poetry contests for various magazines and for the website Shadow Poetry.

History -making Victory--By Ndaba Sibanda--Saudi Arabia

History -making Victory

She was agonizingly close
To winning the race when
Things started going haywire
They really played games on her
Some said her game was up
Many had written her off
Others said she was history

But they had to swallow their
Spoken-too soon convictions
She turned the tables on
Those sticky things and at the
End hers was not only history
But also a simple sweet victory

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".

Fear--By Barbara Siekierski--United States


I tremble lost in a maze.
It takes a hold of me
and rips me up inside.

I finally let go of the rope.
I let my light shine and walk
from night into day.

I give the cross to Jesus
and He heals my wounds.
I find peace in His embrace.

Barbara Siekierski is a writer from Swarthmore, PA.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!--By Jane Richer--Canada

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!

The weather outside is dreadful,
And believe me I have a head full,
I’ll give my nose another blow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

I really must look a dreadful sight,
This cold has me up for the night,
I have no will to watch a show,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

I’ve cooked, but have no appetite,
I really couldn’t stomach a single bite,
Rudolph and my nose are all aglow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

My car is buried in a snowdrift,
And there's no one here to give me a lift,
So without some Kleenex I must go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

The Sasquatch and I don’t really care,
If you see us both with tangled hair,
Bad tasting medicine my common foe,
So let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Jane Richer is a poet and writer who lives in Alberta, Canada
and is so far published only online. She loves to poke fun at herself
and rather likes to write tongue-in-cheek poetry but she will dabble
in all kinds of genres to widen her creative nature. She loves to 'sister'-
(write a complimentary poem) and feels that is the greatest form of
acknowledgment and respect in expression for another poet's talent.

Sad Sonnets--By Arthur C. Ford, Sr.--United States

Sad Sonnets

I read the rules
The contest had
They made me weep
And my pencil sad,
Not because
A mandate was type,
But the twelve
Line maximum
Was not

Arthur C. Ford, Sr. is originally from New Orleans, LA., where he graduated from Southern University (S.U.N.O.). He studied Mathematics, Physics, Creative Writing(Poetry) and was a member of The Drama Society. He has traveled to 45 States, lived in Europe (Bruxelles, Belgium), and more recently spent 30 days doing missionary work and traveling throughout the country of India. He publishes a quarterly poetry newsletter entitled THE PEN (The Poetry Explosion Newsletter), and resides in Pittsburgh, PA.

Flower--By Hajo Isa--Nigeria


To be a flower
Bathing in the shine of day
Watching a sky of strange beauty
Sail by

To be a flower
Filling the birds with glee
Lost in a flurry of beating wings
Touching the wind

To be a flower, of scented warmth
Courting the sun in a blue river of air

To be a flower,
An opulent wildness
On a stretch of field and fantasy.

Hajo Isa is a Nigerian author and poet.  Her first collection of poems was released in 2012, titled Shadow Fall, by AMG Publishers.  Many of her poems have been published in numerous anthologies.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Bay--By Jan Oskar Hansen--Portugal

The Bay

There was a storm in the bay furious waves
of green sea trashing onto sandy shore and
the pretty road, the one which follow the bay,
has been closed for days.

Now however the rage of the sea is gone and
the bay is calm, like the storm never happened,
but look closer and see the sea is gray pale,
anger doesn´t becomes it.

Haar is coming in and soon the bay is covered
in a shawl of melancholic mist and silence,
where anchored ships move slowly and dreamily ~
on contemporary tranquility.

Jan Oskar Hansen is a published poet from Portugal.

Goodbye My Darling--By Kathryn McLoughlin Collins--United States

Goodbye My Darling

Death seemed not so bad on that final midnight
September second. “Not so bad for whom?”
he’d say if he could. Possibly not so bad
for either of them. Their union dissolved
as though neither were really in that room.
Not she. Not him. Not the way they’d been.

Their slowly speeding departure started with the treatments.
A day after the second chemo, he was kneeling by the toilet
on one big knee, too sick to pull himself up.
His head was bent in defeated disbelief
and her only help came as small shoulder
for a boost, her soft voice wimp reassurance,
the big truth embracing them.

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

I am Blessed--By Christina R. Jussaume--United States

I am Blessed (Triolet)

Masterpieces Lord did create
Speak words with faith, promise and hope
We are unique as is our fate
Masterpieces Lord did create
When we’re burdened He takes the weight
He’s there when you’re at end of rope
Masterpieces Lord did create
Speak words with faith, promise and hope

Christina R. Jussaume is a Christian Author of 9 poetry books. She has had many poems published in anthologies and fundraisers. She has won many awards for her poetry including Best Spiritual Poetry award from Her first book, My Walk with Jesus, received this award and began her journey toward fulfillment as a Style Tutor now on the Alliance of Poets. All of her books except the first book were published by  Please check out her website

Another Jewel Sunrise--By Suzanne Delaney--United States

Another Jewel Sunrise

Pink inks of dawn glow
through a dissolving fog
lifting botanical shadows
alive with enchanting birds.
Rustling leaves
stir the world awake.

Over the horizon a bustling
city throbs,
a million or more people
going to their jobs,
missing this quiet solitude.

Radios thump. They drive
bumper to bumper,
eyes glued to the freeway.

Another jewel sunrise slips
right by them.

Suzanne Delaney was born in Tasmania and, now lives in Hawaii.
A retired Registered Nurse she enjoys her time to be creative
and to write about life around her.  More of Suzanne's poetry is available at

Monday, January 28, 2013

Wild Lightning, Spooks And Me--By Robert L. Hinshaw--United States

Wild Lightning, Spooks And Me

I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle!
I love life! There's no clutter, nothing to addle!
I give my faithful cayuse Wild Lightning free rein,
As we meander across God's majestic terrain!

My pal Spooks trots ahead surveying sagebrush and crags.
I sense that he enjoys life as well by the tail he wags!
I crave no roof, the wide-open range is my home;
Terrestrial boundaries don't confine me - freely I roam!

Well-worn saddlebags contain my earthly possessions.
I don't aspire riches nor am I burdened by obsessions!
My soul overflows with wealth as I view His Creation!
Ah! The grandeur of it all! 'Tis ample compensation!

I pause on a knoll viewing the vast panorama and ponder,
The river, a lake, those snow-crowned mountains o'er yonder.
In the valley a herd of pronghorn antelope gambol and play;
At dusk The Master Artist paints a brilliant sunset display!

Campfire embers slowly die - Wild Lightning grazes nearby.
Spooks lies at my feet - snug in my blanket I ponder the sky.
I anticipate being 'wakened by a glorious sunrise next morn,
When Wild Lightning, Spooks and I continue our vagabond bourne!

Robert L. Hinshaw served 30 years in the Air Force retiring
in 1978 in the grade of Chief Master Sergeant. He began
writing poetry in 2002 at age 72 and has composed over
1100 poems.

Perfection!?--By Richard Sponaugle--United States


I thought I was polite -
if a tad patronizing -
each time someone begged my pardon;
I said if I were perfect I’d be mad!
But this is a paradox:
perfect people wouldn’t get mad.
My imperfect mind wanders…
A baseball pitcher throws a ‘perfect game’,
by getting 27 straight batters out.
But no one strikes out all 27,
none avoids throwing balls and bad pitches.
Is perfection found only in Heaven,
or in the starry eyed souls
of starving poets?

Richard Sponaugle was born 4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia.  He received a BA from George Mason University.  A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues. 

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Carry On--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Carry On

Some days are long;
the road gets tough.
We give it our all
and that is enough.

Friends share our toils
and carry us through.
We learn about love
and generosity too.

We sing of the gift
of a warm embrace.
It lifts our burden
from a weary place.

We learn to look
for others in need.
With grateful hearts,
we spread love’s seed.

Some days are long;
the road is tough.
We give our best
and that is enough.

This poem posted today to thank all of the people that have shared poetry and words of encouragement for Whispers.  You are the reason writing is such a blessing in life.  Thank you so much.---Sincerely, Karen O'Leary

Failed Marriage--By Jack Horne--England

Failed Marriage

I can't believe we're really through;
I truly thought the world of you.
I knew she'd take your love away,
But prayed I'd win you back some day.
She planned it from the very start,
And shrugged about my broken heart.
The gods don't care about my plight:
I begged the heavens, 'Put things right.'
To live without your love is hell;
I'll die without you now as well.
How can I look for someone new?
I can't get over losing you…

Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Flopping--By Carolyn Devonshire--United States


Okay, so I'm not the cream of the crop
And so far my love life has been a flop
Plenty of fish in the sea
But none are swimming to me
All the fish my age are floating on top

Carolyn Devonshire is from Ormond Beach, Florida.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

A Child Who's Loved--By Joyce Johnson--United States

A Child Who's Loved

A child who's loved and knows she's loved
Will have a shield to carry her
Through all the troubles life can bring
Through everything that can occur.

A parent's true unselfish love
Is more precious far than gems or gold
And though her toys will broken be
The love she'll have when she is old.

The child who's had someone to trust
Will be trustworthy when she's grown
And generations after her
Will benefit from love once sown.

Joyce 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 will celebrate her 95th birthday in July of 2013.

Waves--By Joann Grisetti--United States


Waves of the waters of life,
Flowing from the widow’s heart,
Streaming past the silent bay -
Waves of the waters of life.

Beyond the shelter of the bay
Churning sands along the shore
Waves of the waters of life
Flowing from the widow’s heart.

Joann Grisetti has been writing for 45 years. She is a retired teacher from Florida. She receives encouragement from her daughter and has recently enrolled in a creative writing workshop. She is a member of Poetry Soup. You can read more of her poetry there.

Who Cares?--By Helen Dowd--Canada

Psalm 142

I cried, "Oh Lord, please help me.
Please come and rescue me.
My enemy is waiting.
He's set a snare for me.

My spirit is so troubled.
My friends have fled away.
I looked around for refuge--
A place my head to lay.

There was no one to help me.
There was no one to care.
I turned to God my Savior.
He heard my desperate prayer.

My foe may still be present--
And stronger far than I--
Yet I'm no longer frightened,
For God, the Lord, is nigh.

He's wrapped His arms around me.
In Him I now can hide.
I'll ever sing His praises,
For He will be my Guide.

David's prayer from his cave.
See also I Samuel 22:1

Helen Dowd enjoys spending time at her computer, along side her husband of 55 years, writing poetry, story poems, stories about pets and life in general, as well as inspirational and Bible stories. She is a caregiver for her husband and sister, two dogs, three cats and 2 Oranda fish…Email address:

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

He Gave Me Wings--By Rhoda Galgiani--United States

He Gave Me Wings

He said unto me - follow
For I shall lift your soul high
Your heart is full not - hollow
Fear not your lost soul shall fly

Hear my laws that lead you - home
Trust my word come close to Me
Your spirit sees lighted - dome
Glory shall be brought to thee

Flying with your angel - wings
To heaven where spirit lives
Fingers yearn to play harp - strings
A place where God loves and gives

Come! Feel His forgiving ways
See His light with golden rays!

Rhoda Galgiani is a published poet and author of a child's book.
You may view her work on Expressions Poetry Journal at:

Promise Of Spring--By Sandra Stefanowich--Canada

Promise Of Spring

Flames emerge in a bright blue sky,
where pink clouds cast a rustic glow
upon a hill of still, silent cedar trees.
Folded in the hands of a cold wind
falls a note of promise; Spring to come.

Sandra Stefanowich is from Ontario.

'strickly speaking…'--By Sherry Steiner--United States

'strickly speaking…'

strickly speaking
he viewed himself
a 1930's pope
a rock & roll star
a bank clerk
all rolled into one.
distortions abound.
finding solace in
freeze frame shots
shaping facts in
a high speed blur
he resisted
39 autograph seekers.
thinking in 72 beats per minute
took turns
passing him by...

Learn more about Sherry Steiner at

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Release--By Rick Parise--United States


For loving memory
she must depart
forever lovely
forever apart

My lilac of beauty
white satin dream
in solitude and rain drops
forever it seems

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 spirit's are touched and memories unwind. He hopes you enjoy his work. To contact Rick email him at

The Big Planet-Jupiter--By Celine Mariotti--United States

The Big Planet-Jupiter

Way out in our galaxy,
The big planet-Jupiter,
NASA has sent satellites
To discover and explore it,
The big planet-Jupiter
It has a lot of gaseous creatures
In its atmosphere,
A lot of storms-
Winds-400 miles per hour
The big planet-Jupiter,
It has four moons-Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto,
It is biggest in mass,
The big planet-Jupiter.

Celine Rose Mariotti is an accomplished writer whose work has appeared in magazines all over the USA, Canada, England, Scotland, Australia and India. Some of those magazines include: Green’s Magazine, Poet’s Review, Poet’s Art, Tombigbee, Hindu Young World, Magnolia Quarterly, Lone Stars Magazine, Pablo Lennis, Coffee Ground Breakfast, Pink Chameleon and many more. She has had six books published. She plays the guitar and banjo; has her own home business and lives with her family in Shelton,CT.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Submission Guidelines

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

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

2.  Send one of the three following:

    ---1 poem 20 lines or less

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

    ---up to 3 tanka (see above)

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

Writers are eligible for publication every other month.

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

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

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

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

7.  Children’s poetry is appreciated.  Parent permission is required.  Please email before sending.

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


Welcome to Whispers!

My goal is to make this a positive site for writers of all levels to share poetry.  Being a part of the writing community has been such a blessing in my life.  Please feel free to comment and offer suggestions.

I plan to post submission guidelines within the next two weeks.  I hope you stop by often and consider sharing your words with others.


Karen O'Leary

Living Wings--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Living Wings

carry music
like the song of the wind…
faithful voice of night wraps the heart
in love

Karen O'Leary is a freelance writer/editor from West Fargo, ND.  Her poetry, short stories, and articles have been published in a variety of venues.  She released her first book of poetry in 2011 called Whispers... published by A.P.F. Publisher.  Their second project, anthology of short verse, contains poetry from 73 talented writers from across the world and was released in 2012.  Karen is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance and the Haiku Society of America.