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z-Force Majeure

How then does Force Majeure
threaten all existence;
often wielded by the bluntest instrument?

How can it be
that rank murder
can Imagination extinguish?

How can human genius be crushed
by a louts blow,
ignorant of kindness
or the million years it took
to create the opposable thumb
then used to bludgeon the human skull.

What justice is there then
in a world so arduously created
but so easily destroyed
by means foul and low?

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Spirit of Independence

I, am the Spirit of Independence.
Long before I was known, I existed.
I was born and reside in the air.
On wings of all winds I fly free.
I am immortal and unconquerable.
At times, subtle ‘n’ soft, fleeting.
Gentle, silent as a summer’s zephyr.
Others, rampant as a gale’s fury.
Infectious to all I caress.
Upon me, many have attempted,
to impose their wills.
Successful, only at inviting failure.
In the hearts of free peoples, I thrive.
Those who endure, under tyranny’s rule,
I infect with rebellious paragons.
Souls desiring independence and freedom.
I search out to liberate from their shackles,
all who envision a free life I influence.
To pursue their dreams I encourage.
In all free lands I dwell,

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poem by Kurt Hearth
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Practical education

"I want car, house to live in and ornaments'
If I wanted to see my daughter with happy moments
The message was conveyed to me in plain terms
"How and what to do? " was now my turn

My daughter was given practical education
She knew how to tackle the grave situation
She was firm and resolute in some of the actions
She came out in open and offered reaction

"Papa, don't succumb to the pressure"
Let them think first and make sure
We are not helpless and at somebody's mercy
Nothing may take place against the wishes of almighty

I was little bit relieved by her assurance
To refuse for relation was not worth taking chance
Yet I was shaken by their greedy approach
Who knows they may demand more and come with as such?

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Getting Old Can Be So Unkind

I'm fifty-seven going on ninety-nine,
My joints are falling apart,
The eyesight I can no longer align,
I'm missing a beat in my heart.

I can't bend over to pick things up,
Because of the pain in my back,
I can't hold the kettle to fill up my cup,
My joints are all under attack.

I get breathless walking half a yard,
It's a struggle to get out of my chair,
My pain has left me mentally scarred,
As has my thinning hair.

I can't even chew my food any more,
They'll soon be buying me a wreath,
Eating anything has become such a chore,
For I've lost all my bloody teeth.

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poem by Bri Mar
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Alphabet Spaces

In my mind rambles
ideas which seek to unscramble
and grant me crystal clear consistency
but the more I try to wrangle
ideas about Physics and Religion
the more they metamorphosize
into same and similar.

The more I learn about anything
the less I know about the whole
of any and all disciplines;
so I succumb to debates about
T's and I's
while forgetting my alphabet.

For example, if I take my own name
and examine it minutely,
space and letter
nano-space by nano-space
I cannot ever

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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the white winged Pegasus and the dreamer....

writing most likely as felt (by me) is more of a travel in the past,
you reminisce, your nostalgia bloats like a trouble in your kidney
you wish to filter all dirt from clean memories, hoping that what finally must be written are only those good and health ones, those that can propel you to a better destination,

sometimes Pegasus comes and lands on your writing table to the size of a pen, blows his nose, waggles it tail telling you that he is now ready to take you to that wasted patch of your past,

and you take heed, ride on its back, taken by his wings to one segment of your life

with mother, in her birthplace, somewhere in Mindanao, before the war broke out,
she was with your Aunt Olang, whose U.S. army husband succumb to the bionets of the Japanese platoon,

and who for just a short time finds the substitute of the local guerrilla named Magno, who sharpens his bolo to gather coconut wine,

in the kitchen you cousin Panit is opening a can of sardines to be cooked with some yellow noddles for supper

wood is scarce and so is water, but laughter is innumerable,
it seems that people laugh for no reason at all, in the middle of that war

you look at the roof with leaks, rain comes at night and everyone is transferring places since the pillows and blankets are all wet

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lambasted Deferral Of My Puissant Muse

In this world of odes
Every whisper is a trap
Rummaging for preys
A lascivious answer
Where hunger feeds on
Another a hunger;
An ouroboros inscribed
Without a concatenation
To fill in the famished lapses

In this clandestine world
A flaccid orb of gas
From the cigarette parting
Your thin veneered lips
And streams from gutters
Of your slicing eyes,
The land, fertile for the dead,
In your taut skin of white
The odes, traipsed in
The wrinkles nonexistent to the eye

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poem by Norman Santos
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Jesus Tempted

“The Tempter tempts the Creator –
Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
The Lord was just a man like us
But lived a sin-free life on earth.”

The Spirit then took Jesus Christ
Into the desert for some days;
For forty days and forty nights,
He fasted and fervently prayed.

And in that weary state of mind
And body when Christ Jesus lay,
The Tempter Satan came beside
To test the Lord and make Him prey!

Oh, what a time, the Tempter chose
To try to bait the Lord Jesus!
He didn’t spare ev’n the Son of God,
And chose His weakest moment too.

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poem by John Celes
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Women

The night was gravid with many secrets
And as the fecundated moon probed
Through the lattices of the branches
The giddy wind shook her lovely boughs
And the sinful fruits fell into the ground
Rapidly blossoming to become the garden
Of a woman's clandestine volitions

And women, I spoke of you:

Like a fell star, a woman can make you wish
Or make you hope and believe in promises
Without constitutions, with empty bliss
A woman will glamor and capture you
With her eloquent and elusive wisps

Like a defenseless bird, she would beat her wings
To scull her own wind and you will plead
To be her zephyr and in her slavery
You shall be ferried to a new firmament

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poem by Norman Santos
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Evariste Galois

A duel, only mist will intervene,
Two men, a line of numbers span between,
The field in which they stand, a complex plane,
Which maths equations set this tragic scene?

Not twenty-one, a headstrong youth in vain,
Would rather give his life than bear a stain,
A thwarted love and challenge made in haste,
A brilliant, yet impulse blighted brain.

Diverse mishaps of fortune interlaced;
Political conspiracy is traced,
Rejections academic, mental blot,
A father who could never be replaced.

Equations may be solvable or not,
Republicans may fall in twisted plot
Solutions may be simple or obscure,
A genius may die by pistol shot.

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poem by Diane Hine
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