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Dec 2015 Kylia

Mike Hauser

We are all poets
In the same boat
The reason we write
Just to stay afloat
There's no other reason
Of that I know
For us as poets
To stay afloat

So draw the anchor
Hoist the sail
We'll all rhyme our way
Clear outta here
Sailing the pantoum oceans
With the sonnet seas
Casting our lot
In the poetic breeze

Steering riddling rudders
Across verses in waves
Until the very last day
We're made to walk the plank
As we are all poets
In the same boat
Trying our best
Just to stay afloat

Dec 2015 Kylia

~december~

Dec 2015 Kylia

Mike Hauser

~december~

december chill
is the sound
all this past year
has allowed

the ups and downs
the ins and outs
the tears of loss
the wayward found
the picking up
the setting down

december chill
brings to and end
all this past year
has thrown in

Dec 2015 Kylia

Melodious

Dec 2015 Kylia

ryn

Melodious

.
  •
            sing to
                   me a  song
                           so melodious...
                               •one of  sweet so-
                                    unding timbre•let it
                                        ••   capture and numb
                                           ••             me senseless•
                                            ••                  take me to a
                                             ••                       place and
                                             ••                           time so
                                              ••                               fami-
                                            ••                                 lia-
                                           ••                                  r•
     ••
     ••
     ••
where fond       ••
memories linger free•fr-
om all worldly constraints•
where our ears can see•the
passing bliss in heaven's
godly paint•
.

Concrete Poem 16 of 30

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Dec 2015 Kylia

Surrender

Dec 2015 Kylia

ryn

Surrender

.
O
•• i really don't see the need to
•• dictate•the way the dishes are
•• sorted in order in the sink •i
•• don't see the point in being
   •• irate• if the door creaks when you try to think•
    •• i can't tell apart between emotions you feel•sad-
   •• ness and disappointment, they look the same to
   •• me•i do not care  if it's mauve or teal•for good-
    •• ness sake, the  cushions...,  they look fine to me!!
    •• •well, i now wave my white flag and surrender
     ••                             • because all these  differences...
     ••                           don't matter at all•just know that
     ••                          i have sworn to love you forever•
••
••
••
••
••
                                        *even if you drive me insane
                                        and up the wall•

Concrete Poem 19 of 30

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Dec 2015 Kylia

PITCHING TENT

Dec 2015 Kylia

MS Lim

PITCHING TENT

PITCHING TENT

Where should you pitch your tent?
Have you studied the terrain?

Will the winds be too strong?
Is it too close to the sea?

Is it disease-infested?
Are there dangerous animals?

Can you find enough wood
to make fire in the winter?

Can you find water?
Where are your sources of food?

Do you have enough warm clothes?
Can your tent withstand heavy storms?

Are there wild people there
with ready spears in their hands?

Have you counted the cost in your mind
of what you have left behind?

Can you bear the loneliness?
what made you decide to leave civilisation?

The next ship will arrive only in twenty years
will you live in fear and tears?

Think, think over - make sure
this is the right decision

Once you have pitched your tent
there is no turning back.

NIL

Dec 2015 Kylia

THEY CALL ME 'AN IDIOT'

Dec 2015 Kylia

MS Lim

THEY CALL ME 'AN IDIOT'

They call me 'an idiot'
I stammer and with words I struggle
I am slow and have a an 'IQ so very low'
People to me are a puzzle.

They use strange words
My condition is 'congenital'
Others go even further
I suffer from a 'brain deficit'--'a disorder neurological'

But I can keep a job
Always hardworking and punctual
I dress neatly, know how to take the bus
My boss said 'Peter is not brilliant but reliable'

Dad minds the farm, mum takes care
Of my little brother Tom and Tanya my tiny sister
I give my parents half my monthly salary
So that my siblings will have a good education and further

Their studies perhaps in uni
There is always joy and warmth in the family
We share, we laugh, we sing and make merry
Despite what others say--I am happy, truly blessed and happy.

NIL

Dec 2015 Kylia

Featherness

Dec 2015 Kylia

SG Holter

Featherness

A thousand hands on my skin.
Hours of lips against my
Chest.

Openness, the smell of woman
On every single breath of
Air.

Contained. Possessed.
Consumed. Engulfed. Confined.
Content.

I float in love craving me.
My every cell in bliss.
Water;

I am a leaf in a stream.
Floating in the featherness of
Relentless attention;

Too exhausted to sleep, yet
Giving in to dreaming
On.

A laughing prisoner.
More bars, locks, chains!
Caged in, and so, so free.

Dec 2015 Kylia

The Wind Between the Worlds (Godblood)

Dec 2015 Kylia

SG Holter

The Wind Between the Worlds (Godblood)

Gods, gods, gods.
Let them fight their own battles,
Shed their godblood upon the
Space between the in-betweens
While us mere mortals play
In peace
On Terra Firma.

The crimson linings of the clouds
That shield Heaven from our
Prayers drip drops that leave
Stains in the shape of our children
On battleground surfaces.
The bullets they bite won't fill
Their bellies.

Winter trees in deep sleep under
A thin film of ice; the broken
Water of Winter.
Soon all is white; crystals floating
On the wind between the worlds;
Leaving this one prestine and
Pure, like infant prayer,

Only to arrive at another and be
Stained with war-steel and
The tears of the dying.
Gods with egos:
I fear them more than
A million
Angry men.

Dec 2015 Kylia

The Mustache of Robert Goulet

Dec 2015 Kylia

Mike Hauser

The Mustache of Robert Goulet

Just the other day
I met Robert Goulet

I was surprised a bit
The way his mustache twitched

A mind of its own
Like in the Twilight Zone

Jumping right off his face
His mustache ran away

Teeny boppers next door
Giggled out of control

As Roberts mustached jumped
Landing in someones lunch

That's when the Maítre ď
Let out a girly scream

Quite an embarrassment
To all us burly men

Then throughout the day
The mustache of Robert Goulett

Made a name for itself
As it ventured about town

His mustache all could see
Has a tinder streak

Helping old ladies out
To get across the street

Why it even saved a cat
Giving all its nine lives back

Pulled it from a tree
That was burning excessively

At that same moment saved the town
Itself from burning down

But that story's much to long
To try to abound

The town was so impressed
They trimmed up the mustache

Of Robert Goulett
Then gave it a ticker tape parade

After that they named a street
Because of its heroic feat

If it had two hands to greet
Would have handed it the city's key

And if the mustache could talk at all
Would have given the greatest speech

If Roberts mustache had only known
It'd do this good out on its own

It would have left the upper lip
Along time ago