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 Mar 2014 Sharon Carpenter
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Adjectives continue
their downward spiral,
with adverbs likely to follow.

Wisdom, grace, and beauty
can be had three for a dollar,
as they head for a recession.

Diaphanous, filigree,
pearlescent
, and love
are now available
at wholesale prices.

Verbs are still blue-chip investments,
but not many are willing to sell.

The image market is still strong,
but only for those rated AA or higher.
Beware of cheap imitations
sold by the side of the road.

Only the most conservative
consider rhyme a good option,
but its success in certain circles
warrants a brief mention.

The ongoing search for fresh
metaphor has caused concern
among environmental activists,
who warn that both the moon and the sea
have measurably diminished
since the dawn of the Romantic era.

Latter-day prosodists are having to settle
for menial positions in poultry plants,
where an aptitude for repetitive rhythms
is considered a valuable trait.

The outlook for the future remains uncertain,
and troubled times may lie ahead.
Supply will continue to outpace demand,
and the best of the lot will remain unread.
Alexa Selph, a freelance editor in Atlanta, teaches a class called "The Pleasure of Reading Poetry" as part of the adult education program at Emory University. She has contributed poems to Georgia State University Review, Habersham Review, and Blue Mesa.
a plane it has gone missing causing such a fright
no where to be found completely out of sight
theres no sign of wreckage on the land or see
no clues  where it is just a mystery.
passengers on board no where to be found
navy and the air force searching all around
relatives in panic  loved ones they are gone
no one will give up the search still carries on
we will have to wait only time will tell
and hope they find the plane and the passengers safe and well
I ASKED if I should pray.
But the Brahmin said,
"pray for nothing, say
Every night in bed,
""I have been a king,
I have been a slave,
Nor is there anything.
Fool, rascal, knave,
That I have not been,
And yet upon my breast
A myriad heads have lain.'''
That he might Set at rest
A boy's turbulent days
Mohini Chatterjee
Spoke these, or words like these,
I add in commentary,
"Old lovers yet may have
All that time denied --
Grave is heaped on grave
That they be satisfied --
Over the blackened earth
The old troops parade,
Birth is heaped on Birth
That such cannonade
May thunder time away,
Birth-hour and death-hour meet,
Or, as great sages say,
Men dance on deathless feet.' 0084
What Dreams Are For

You do not need to run from life
Or hide the real you
Help the world understand
Change their point of view

Always run towards the truth
Follow your hearts desire
Be bold and brave, dont back down
Keep fueling your passions fire

Become that special something new
Make a mark for all to see
Show them there's a fire inside
That sets your passions free

Why just run when you can fly
Spread your wings and soar
Reach for that highest star above
Thats what dreams are for


Carl Joseph Roberts
Written in collaboration with new poet Mary Short. Great working with you mary and i look forward to writing more with you and reading your poems. Im very glad you decided to post on this site and im sure many others will love your work.
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