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 Apr 2014 voices
r
Birds
 Apr 2014 voices
r
Telling.
On the news I see
in the cradle of mankind,
bloodlust  rampaging.
Killing machines laughing
as children cry and mothers
stare silently at nothing.

Telling.
On my porch I see
three birds sharing a perch,
eating seed.
One brown, one red,
one olive green.
One gently feeding the other.

Telling.

r ~ 4/9/14
 Apr 2014 voices
jeffrey robin
Welcome

The bridge over the waters
How it starts to sway

If you dare cross over
You might just have to stay

--

WELCOME
WELCOME

--

A penny for your thoughts
2 cents if you mean them

When you cross those waters
Your thoughts won't mean a thing

••

The mist in the hills is rising
You might still find your way

The ole bridge is swaying

Best hurry if you're comin

If not --- best walk away

••

WELCOME
YE the gentle

WELCOME
YE the brave

But hurry (please!)
If you're comin

If not best walk away
If not best walk away
 Apr 2014 voices
E Hartwig
Youth
 Apr 2014 voices
E Hartwig
My mind may be wise
But my heart is young
And what I know is so different from what I've done
they say that
once
there was nothing but
chaos
and with time
every pile of chaotic asteroids
became a planet
it took great powers and many years
but
it happened

well, thanks to you
i am a pile of chaotic asteroids
*and to think i was a whole planet once
 Apr 2014 voices
SG Holter
The ocean knows.
Fill the world's largest container with it,
Or a shotglass. A thimble.
It will not care. It cannot care;

Nothing is ever removed

From anything.
 Apr 2014 voices
SG Holter
My grandfather could barely make
Out the blond boy's head
Lost, if only just slightly|frightened
Enough still|amidst
Waves of green potatoe field.
An old man's single arm held my
Weight; I was that small.
A strand of grass to his oak.

Old ladies with veins on the outsides
Of still strong hands,
Who worked those same fields with
Him sixty years before,
Would look at me with unwitheld
Bewilderment:
You look just like him when he
Was your age
...

How alien now, the idea: Someone
Knew that old man as a child,
Remembering well enough
To compare us.

And I still find myself there at times.
Lost|but not quite|yet
Worried that I am.
Waiting in the potatoe field.
Smaller than then, now that
I've grown;

Knowing that nobody's coming.
 Apr 2014 voices
Nat Lipstadt
for you

Never have I seen you,
or touched thy breeze-smoothed skin,
caressed the rounded angles of thy cheekbones,
with the worn~smooth heel of my thumb

it matters not

for long and forlorn,
have I come to love you

fat or pretty,
your physicality is inconsequential,
we have bound and blind~binded
our visible connection
by oaths and contemplations,
all codified in worthy action verbs
whispered in each other ears

we have spent our nodules of time
silently caressing,
word gentling,
and falling in love

this night has brought me
no sleep,
this day has brought me
no pecuniary relief

but words embellish me with hope,
dress and drape my face with
coming attractions,
for that alone,
as if more were
even possible,*
I tell you this
straight out and unconfused,

I adore you

we are a lyric, a harmony,
an aesthetic unique,
for you have never seen my face,
yet this night,
thy comeliness has
stirred and up lifted,
thy tone and tiny gasps
my sundered parts
refilled and reattached with our own esprit de corps,
ethereal, ephemeral, yet so real,
I raise them,
to my lips,
and feel you as I do so,
gentling my cheeks
with your breathes breeze,
asking me live with joy....
tho never have I seen you
 Apr 2014 voices
Diana C
Life calls
 Apr 2014 voices
Diana C
It's crazy how
The phone rings and
I'm disappointed that
The person I thought
I loved the most calls.
Because I realize, I can't
Love them that much
If I'm here
Wishing they were you.

— The End —