My favourites - Hello Poetry

Oct 2016

mikecccc

Taxi

Take me away
driver man
go as far
as my wallet
will allow
so at least
to the next neighborhood
I hear their lawns
are as green as emeralds.

polished emeralds
at that

Oct 2016

Doug Potter

Beginning end

Awakens and
rises from his recliner.

Peels off diaper, ******
a bronze-orange stream.

Drinks Sanka with cream,
eats two Little Debbie cakes.

Views MSNBC from 7 a.m.-noon,
consumes a can of tuna and glass of milk.

Sleeps from 12:30-4: 00 p.m., television drones,
supper—a bowl of oatmeal and an onion sandwich.

Tapes on a new diaper, watches MSNBC at 4:30 p.m.,
falls asleep, he is 87 years and four months old, lives alone.

Oct 2016

Gaffer

The Ring

It started with the solitary ring
Ringing, ringing
Till it rang no more
Others began to ring after that
The digital world informing, as they always do
Many more phones would ring
Some would answer
Some would never answer again
The tragedy of life in the digital age
Instant death at the fingertips of the holder
Captured by the hands of the digital movie maker
Captured for all eternity
One second, one minute, one hour, one day
Just one tragedy amongst a thousand others
It started with the solitary ring
Till a chorus of rings wept into the night and forever more.

Oct 2016

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Nectar of Night

Heavy chested I breathe
as the moon whitewashes the night.

The season is changing
and in the wind is the vapor of hyacinth
in the thick of which
the glowworms drink the nectar of night.

They have no philosophy and I have many
like while they dance just for the sake of life
my mind enveloped in obscurity
has shackled my feet and clipped my wings.

I wonder if the glowworms have a mind
that knows when they dance
they have an audience.

Maybe the stars know the same way
when they twinkle.

Oct 2016

wordvango

to all my muses

I have found the beauty
you propounded
your wisdom in choosing me

Heart melded perhaps
with wisdom
self with empathy

it took ages and
was not an easy path
to send me on

you , my muses ,
must have seen something
in my being

in my me, far off , you
saw future , predicted
where I might become

a mere human
striving for a muse or inspiration
among so many.

I am heartened
by the thought of you
inspiring

so many more

Oct 2016

Mike Adam

Flower bed

Above which flower
Do you sleep
With vibrant color
Flavoring your dreams

Beneath what fibrous
Root do you rot
Dank earth mouthing
Funereal dirge

Within which flower
Do you reside
Aroma calls me
To your side?

Sturdy yellow petal
Or blushing wilted pink

Beside you would
I stay with buttercupp'd kiss

Oct 2016

Doug Potter

Lost letter and Van Gogh’s ear

I can not find the letter mother left me four days
before her death. I read it once and then placed

it in a cardboard box like you might a dull
knife or a ******* tin. The letter is

a part me, like Van Gogh’s severed
ear was to him. I want the letter

like love or sight; the way bone
needs marrow.

Oct 2016

nivek

we said goodbye there

pictures emblazoned from mind to tee-shirt
ripped through love and sweat
our skin flakes a witness to our touch
I loved you then and there, naked ******* and curved hips
we fell deep into a drug induced coma for a full ten years
my angled frame nestled within your dream
and my dream welded with yours we sailed the sky
making love with the air we breathed into each others mind
we took another tab and flew away from all the ******* we ever made
and never came back but we said goodbye there, finally, for the last time.

Oct 2016

GaryFairy

pawns to lose - homophone loop poem

it's getting scarier by the HOUR
OUR world will never see PEACE
PIECE by piece we're overpowered
overpowering us as our fears increase

we sit idle as hatred BREWS
BRUISED by the war torn SCENE
SEEN as only pawns to lose
losing all of our hopes and dreams

i capitalized the homophones for beginning writers, who may not know what a homophone is

#war #wordplay #homophone