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Afternoon in the Canyon

The river sings in its alcoves of stone.
I cross its milky water on an old log—
beneath me waterskaters
dance in the mesh of roots.
Tatters of spume cling
to the bare twigs of willows.

*

The wind goes down.
Bluejays scream in the pines.
The drunken sun enters a dark mountainside,
its hair full of butterflies.
Old men gutting trout
huddle about a smokey fire.

*

I must fill my pockets with bright stones.

poem by George Hitchcock
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Kartini

Kartini Mesh by hand own
Cowl make dear mother
In silent solid angle
In its liver angle; corner vacuous
Because have to embroider her destiny
In shadow of the hand of her father

With the pen
and tear ink
the writing of letter
above have sheet to white paper
handcuff the custom poorness
putting in the stocks expression space
woman of the same nation
opening darkness screen, searching bold
to continent dream

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Labyrinth

Just today a Minotaur was my friend
In the middle of a maze.
Just this day my friend died from my sword,
This involvement with the destruction
Of my friend and foe is unexplainable.
I am certainly a thief of life itself,
Dreaming into a world I do not belong to
Nor do the stomachs digest,
Never do meals mesh into me.
My marvellous friend is my dead companion,
A deathly opponent in this world
Called the Labyrinth.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Unclaimed

To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --

To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.

To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.

To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.

To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.

poem by Vikram Seth
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Fata Morgana

Sworn into secrecy
We waft in the air
With innocuous wings
Slicing the horizon
To reveal what we are
This mirage,
This esoteric mesh
This loud silence
Venting through the fringe
With all the colors
Of the blackest stars
With streams in our eyes,
With candles in our palms,
Who are we to judge
The meander of hearts?
When we are astray
From the very start
Cling onto hope
Cling onto fear
Cling on with you lissome hands

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poem by Norman Santos
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I had not minded—Walls

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I had not minded—Walls—
Were Universe—one Rock—
And fr I heard his silver Call
The other side the Block—

I'd tunnel—till my Groove
Pushed sudden thro' to his—
Then my face take her Recompense—
The looking in his Eyes—

But 'tis a single Hair—
A filament—a law—
A Cobweb—wove in Adamant—
A Battlement—of Straw—

A limit like the Veil
Unto the Lady's face—
But every Mesh—a Citadel—

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poem by Emily Dickinson
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Butterfly Words

A poem is a catch
Of butterfly words
That I chase with a pen
Within a paper mesh

The similes scamper
But I pinch their rims
My eyes are for rhyme
Though I never have time

I seek to make beauty
Collected in prose
In a language safari
For a substitute Hobby

My styles amateur
And not so complex
But I love a good Verse
With rare Haiku figures

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poem by Kevin Patrick
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Clio's Sieve

How fine the mesh of Clio's sieve!
How deft; sifting teeming epoch
To one parchment, in it to live
Distilled, a lost world in one book.
An epic lives in one last line
Of plucked hexameter, to stand
For seven thousand not so fine.
The remnant Library fills one hand,
One scroll immortal of millions
Dust and ash. Or is it Eris,
Random goddess, her selections
That we pore over and caress?
Our faith is, we've the gold, not dross;
We could not else bear feel the loss.

poem by Mark Sauer
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Soul

tonight how can i be alone
with my soul immersed
inside a matter of not having
to point the edge where substance
begins where ether ends
mesh and mash and wires and
trenches
the body feels a fenced property
on the other hand the soul feels
this energy of atomic particles
radiating like light penetrating glass
a quantum physics kept
which a want to read and yet
i cannot really understand too well
this intertwining of soul and body
of thoughts and awareness
of laughter and silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Transition

Awake my soul!
Thou shalt not creep and crawl—
An earth-bound creature, pitiful and small,
Whose weak ambition knows no higher goal!
O wistful soul,

When morning sings,
Forgetful of the night,
Bathe all thy restless being in the light;
Till 'neath the mesh that close about thee clings
Thou feel thy wings!

Then find life's door,—
Trusting the instinct true
That points to Heaven and the aerial blue
A wingèd thing, impelled for evermore
To soar and soar!

poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
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