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The Dream Real

A pelt of down
feather-light
floats near by,
its gentle face
summer bright,

landing upon
my sleeping heart
to warm its cockles
in the night.

lt slumbers on
re-assured
that the Soul's Cloth
rests too
there
that night.

I wish to be for you my dear
a downy pelt

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Twins Born Together, Fall Together

A steel crow hits a tower of freedom,
Rhythmic screams burn themselfs
into history,
You watch as hopeless doves jump
from unfaithful widows,
Only to realize their flawless wings
were clipped,
Then fall into ruble and flame.

You can hear a silent hum
as the twin of freedom
is struck by a silver needle,
Already you can hear the
flat lines,
Already you can hear the
families crying out,
The world can hear their
silence,
And we worry.

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poem by Troy Clark
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My Friend Is Gone

Delivered by two mothers
Ordained to be siaseme twins
Co-joined perchance at nymphs
Cleaving together like the unbroken cords
We climbed moutains together
Taking giant steps to greatness.
We paddled the same canoe
Through the murky waters.
Our dreams were the same,
Our aspirations were inseparable.
Consistently we washed each others back.
What a great companion.

Why do you suddenly eclipsed?
Why embarking on a journey of no return?
Why translating into the celestial
When there are more to be done here?
Why did you depart unannounced?
In order to dine with with the cherubims?
Why not wishing me bye?

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poem by Babatunde Aremu
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You Come This Morning And Touch My Weakness

you two come this morning
searching the secret place in my body where my weakness lies
you gaze at me, like both of you are siamese twins
you scan my skin, you listen carefully to the beatings of my heart
you move your nose trying to figure out the smell
of that secret place

you frisk me, you strangle my hair hoping to find the secret
between the locks of my hair
on top of my forehead and behind the skull covered with
thick skin,

you try so hard to find what i am
what you find is what i am not because your hearts are hardened
by what you are not, in all the years that we have parted

i also listen to the beatings of your hearts
and in there there is no more sound of compassion

this time you must leave, i am locking my door.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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ZF1 They Did It All Before

they did it all before you
cloning cloning the Boys from Brazil
cloning Adolf Hitler
heart bypass operations organ transplants
transplanting heart lungs kidneys
even successfully transplanting the brain
all in an effort to make Adolf Hitler immortal
cloning his tissue cloning the Fuhrer
taking his sacred DNA preparing the way
for their your future world leader
waiting preparing in New Berlin base 211
raising up cloning an Aryan army

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Search article ‘The Twins from Brazil: Did Nazi doctor Mengele - the Angel of Death - cause twin surge in South American town? ’
Reference ‘Mengele: the Angel of Death in South America’ Coffetoday Oct 25,2010 – See also The Holocaust Files!

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cheetah Babies

The cheetah babies looked around
Like sourpusses do,
So tired out that they both frowned,
As they felt somewhat blue
Plum tuckered out! Fatigued, all in
Their little legs quite weak,
Their present mood was numbed, chagrin,
No grin at all, just pique

Their parents gave them time and space
The twins were known for this
No stamina to keep the pace
So things were bound to fizz
So things went quiet for a while
As they remained so still
Almost as if each lost his smile
And life had lost its thrill

Tomorrow they will both go nuts!
You'll see, it never fails!

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poem by Denis Martindale
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Twins

You don't know me!

'No!
You're the one that don't know me.'

You don't know me!
You're the one!
You don't know me.
You 'think' you do.
And that's your problem.

~Look!
Let's settle this right now.
I carried the both of you...
For nine excrutiating months.
You are TWINS.
If anyone wishes they had amnesia...
Guess who that would be?
Now...
I want the both of you to watch that TV.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sleep Tree

The tall sleep tree
dreamt that she could be
an Olympian in the shed.
With firm roots planted deep
like thick giant feet,
but the sky fell down
on her head.
And an unknown blight
screwed its sin way in
at the base of her
rich earthen bed;
while the healthy bark that
was alive grew thin,
and the bible was
all that she read.
But the blight was bad
and to her chagrin
other sleep trees to
which she was wed;
couldn't help for they

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poem by Sara Fielder
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It's like a poem

I met her in a gloomy evening.
The sky was cloudy and it seemed to be rain very soon.
Just smiled and only a hello!
It's a fiery in my heart when she was disappearing
And I remember the dimples on her cheeks when she smiled.
Autumn ended and winter peeped.
Still that fiery complicates my attitudes
And I thought that I will never see her again.
But unexpectedly I found her in the public library.
This time no smile or hello and no dimples too.
She has already changed and left without a glance.
It's almost five years were gone, still a bachelor
I was sitting on a park bench and reading a poem.
I was surprised by seeing them there were two girls and they are twins.
One of them turned and said hello and I saw her dimples again.
They were disappeared as earlier.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sonnet 76: She Comes, And Straight Therewith

She comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move
Their rays to me, who in her tedious absence lay
Benighted in cold woe; but now appears my day,
The only light of joy, the only warmth of love.

She comes with light and warmth, which like Aurora prove
Of gentle force, so that mine eyes dare gladly play
With such a rosy morn, whose beams most freshly gay
Scorch not, but only do dark chilling sprites remove.

But lo, while I do speak, it groweth noon with me,
Her flamy glist'ring lights increase with time and place;
My heart cries, Ah, it burns; mine eyes now dazzl'd be:

No wind, no shade can cool, what help then in my case,
But with short breath, long looks, staid feet and walking head,
Pray that my sun go down with meeker beams to bed.

poem by Philip Sidney
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