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The Mark On My Heart

I once woke up to Love
he was humming happily
as he paced around an unfamiliar room
and when we spoke it sounded like magic
and we both knew but never said it.
A few words into the conversation and
I already knew he could reach his hand out
palm facing up
ask for my heart
and I'd hand it over without hesitance.
I simply know love when I see it.
Magnificent love it could have been
but now you're floating around the world
searching for that missing piece you always talk about
well maybe it's me.
I'm a sliver in your brain and you're a bullet in mine
and we are always cursing the hands of time.
You told me you're as free as a bird
however free they can be.
But you're some sort of angel in a dishevelled disguise.

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poem by Vanessa Grixti
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The Three Musketeers

Three lion cubs like musketeers
Renowned of ancient France.
Though not so ancient in their years,
Their memory enchants.
For there they were, rapscallions!
As cunning as could be.
Yet not opposed to dalliance,
Of wasting time, you see.

The little scamps intent on fun,
Still paced themselves at times.
Just lying quiet 'neath the sun,
Yet scheming future crimes!
Not scared of Mum, not scared of Dad!
They'd pounce without restraint.
And though it made their parents mad,
Sometimes they thought it quaint.

The little terrors, boys, of course!
And you know what boys are!

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poem by Denis Martindale
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Crossroads of America

Crossroads of this brave New World:
tiring - perhaps no longer young
Big city, rural city? central point -
refreshing - this nation's innovative belly

city of indigenous America, cosmopolitan
reflective - luminescent in waning light
hopeful in the new day dawning bright
still movement, raucous plains of crop

Gridded out on one mile square
soldiers and sailors commemorate
midpoint triumph at Monument Circle
no governor on this spot will reside

interstates intersect downtown - out of town;
glass-domed rotunda docile suspensions
champions cheer in the hall of White River
fast paced spin abouts at the Motor Speedway

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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Etesia Absent

Love, the world's life! What a sad death
Thy absence is to lose our breath
At once and die, is but to live
Enlarged, without the scant reprieve
Of pulse and air: whose dull returns
And narrow circles the soul mourns.
But to be dead alive, and still
To wish, but never have our will:
To be possessed, and yet to miss;
To wed a true but absent bliss:
Are lingering tortures, and their smart
Dissects and racks and grinds the heart!
As soul and body in that state
Which unto us seems separate,
Cannot be said to live, until
Reunion; which days fulfil
And slow-paced seasons: so in vain
Through hours and minutes (Time's long train,)
I look for thee, and from thy sight,
As from my soul, for life and light.

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poem by Henry Vaughan
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Etymologicalness

The etymologicalness...
Of tracing linguistics,
To its earliest development.
Is like attempting to describe a moor,
As a negro.
Although brown and not black.
And describing caucasians as white.
Which is not quite right.

Manipulating language,
Is more of a need...
For those feeling jeopardized.
And feeding into insecurities.
Especially when the origin of speech,
Is never understood ebonically.
No matter who hip hops it,
On today's fast paced streets.

And whoever speaks,
No one listens anyway.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like the Rusting Does

The foundation laid for this creation is deep.
While some snore away their time...
Others find none to nod.
Or a wink of sleep to tease,
What is needed to be done!

Some will never know what it takes,
Or the sacrifices made...
To break free and shake loose,
From petty excuses heard...
To pleasure the thoughts of one to do nothing!

There are too many steps to take,
To shake away barriars prior to attempting to succeed
At success.
Too many obstacles to face in fear to get over.
Too many alone moments in cold sweats.
Uncertain if decisions made will bring happiness,
Or regrets!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poet's Testament

I give back to the earth what the earth gave,
All to the furrow, none to the grave,
The candle's out, the spirit's vigil spent;
Sight may not follow where the vision went.

I leave you but the sound of many a word
In mocking echoes haply overheard,
I sang to heaven. My exile made me free,
from world to world, from all worlds carried me.

Spared by the furies, for the Fates were kind,
I paced the pillared cloisters of the mind;
All times my present, everywhere my place,
Nor fear, nor hope, nor envy saw my face.

Blow what winds would, the ancient truth was mine,
And friendship mellowed in the flush of wine,
And heavenly laughter, shaking from its wings
Atoms of light and tears for mortal things.

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poem by George Santayana
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The Home

I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was
hiding its last gold like a miser.
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the
widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.
Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed
the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of
the evening.
His village home lay there at the end of the waste land,
beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana
and the slender areca palm, the coconut and the dark green jack-
fruit trees.
I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight,
and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her
arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mother's
hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that
knows nothing of its value for the world.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits

Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits
Or waves that own no curbing hand
Thus I followed the hollows of your craggy mountains
From sunshine to sunless land.
I paced my legs silently in what was once
My beloved moorland, my beautiful streams glide
Along a bare and open valley
You were my shepherd and my distinguished guide

Like unearthly ghost in your lands I wander
Touching and feeling the plants of time
I study the vaults of your skies,
I embrace the chambers of your heart.
When I take this arduous journey towards you
Through this arid and harsh land
As merciless as it is to my feet
I follow my heart towards you love
As long as there is a breath in my nostrils
So go my feet in this pilgrimage
I know it is a long way towards you love

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poem by Isaac Ziv
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We Who Are Patient, We Who Are Silent....

keeping what is due us
has always been our noble art,
sometimes we are counted as the
foolish few, not having anything to brag
except our not much spread
diary on integrity,
we have not multiplied much and
most of you hint that perhaps our lineage
is cursed, but we do not mind much talk really,
our revered silence is another noble
outdated technology,
we also give what is due to all of you,
keeping in mind, that the Goddess of Good Karma
is not asleep, but just sitting in patience,
slow paced, and cautious not to harm
the unwanted harmful grass.

we are patient too, and spiders inhabit
in the webs of our overworked eyes,
we are mocked, and we lower down our gaze

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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