They Fall With Grace,
Two Petals of a Rose, Out Of Faith,
That The Gravity Of Earth will Bind Them,
In Shape Of Lips …
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A Poem for ATHANASIOS — by Mbugi
For ATHANASIOS Lerounis (A Greek volunteer teacher who was abducted and held for a ransom of $2 million and release of Taliban leaders)
Against my will I sit in a dark Dungeon in NOORISTAN land of Light,
waiting for a rescue or a compromise deal ,why me as I look at a glimmer of Hope ,
I devoted umpteen years of my life
For the cousins of Kalasha who have abducted me
Here I am Far away yet near to the sympathisers
Don’t just sit there Idle – do something,
ARE YOU Waiting for the smoke to clear of the GREEK elections
For I am also the news, with active work
For I discovered down trodden Kalash Tribes of the Hindukush.
Peace Poem – by Finn Bille
Well, neighbor, this land lies barren
where we’ve paced back and forth,
and weed-choked everywhere else.
I’m proud that we’ve negotiated,
and that we haven’t fought,
that no blood has been shed
on our disputed boundary line.
The King’s Coin — Poem by Finn Bille
I know I promised to keep King Christian
safe in my pocket on his Danish coin,
but I lost it on the Greyhound bus
between Chicago and L.A.
Driving to Palm Beach Gardens Cemetery – Poem by KB Ballentine
You are always twenty-six.
I feel your heart in the beat of wind-
shield wipers and rain on the roof.
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Beyond the Silence — Poem by K. B. Ballantine
Whispers from the walls
conquer the silence of the street.
Memories flow into and through
me: you mowing the lawn, planting
roses; her pink elephant, blue tie
scrunched in bow-shaped lips.
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Shomerim at Birkenau — by KB Ballantine
Shomerim* at Birkenau
*guardians or keepers of the dead
Tagged with the numbers scarred
on my grandmother’s arm, I step through
the open gate once barred against her.
Self-Portrait at 40 – Poem by KB Ballentine
At the edge of the ocean
I find my center –
the swell and dip of rhythmic waves
journeying from place
to place, never stopping, never
reaching any home –
worrying, teasing the shore then off
again
Continue reading Self-Portrait at 40 – Poem by KB Ballentine
Voyeur — Poem by KB Ballentine
A haze hovers around the border of the valley,
smoke trees blazing into bloom, a line of cherry
blushing in between. Pollen lazes on bridges, cars.
Mental Insomnia — Poem by Darius Myrick
Stay awake
try your best to stay alive
‘til death do you part
stay up ‘til you become part of that insomnia
the best things known for us are there when you see it
you can’t see it if you sleep…
not just a nap, not just bedtime, but in many human and spiritual forms as well