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Friday, February 25, 2022
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
Julie Dickson ________________________ three poems
Earth
sadly
I
am the earth sadly waiting to die
below
a vast canopy of green leaves;
flee
from here into expansive blue,
revel
in the view, expanse of kestrel
wings,
shimmer of sun in knowing eyes;
he
sends me back, time not yet over.
Sit
upon my rocks far out on sea
island,
jagged edges biting flesh, raw
memories
run marathon, overlap,
collide,
reality crashes - the past
cannot
separate until a whale breach
sends
spray, sea mist awakens; stand
high
on melting glacier, feet frozen, boots
rated
for below zero don’t cut it, won’t
feel
toes nor fingers, numb like each time
gunshots
heard, screams of children, knives
slice
silent shouts of protest, unappeased
masses,
more weapons amassed to destroy
what
semblance of calm remains as blood
drains,
rivulets careen down streets, footprints
mark
path of humanity, destined to
destroy
species without habitats, elephants
perform
under duress, bears feast as birds
peer
down from canopy of leaves, I expire
slowly,
painful floating waves of plastic,
discarded
refuse in belly of sharks, oil
slick
pelicans suffocate, death on sand –
no
matter ancient commands of worship,
humans
once knew my worth; still progress
into
state of ruination, await my demise.
Julie
A. Dickson
Exeter,
New Hampshire
freezing to death
if i lie down in snow
will fire still burn,
harsh embers
igniting
a frightening
explosion, white flames
erupting, disrupting
coherence
will fire still burn
if i lie down in snow?
Julie A. Dickson
Vigil
Barren the dunes,
landscape of emptiness,
devoid of humanity,
lighthouse keeps vigil,
watchful over ships and sea birds,
blue horizon meets sea of hopefulness,
lighthouse calls out, answering the waves
Julie A. Dickson
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Poem __________________ David Mason
A Mathematical Abecedarian Poem
A problem is to calculate the
Beta function at alpha = 1/2, where it is
Continuous, has a transcendental value and is
Divisible by Beta at 3/2.
Easy enough using
Familiar properties of this function.
Galois theory does not come into play nor do
Hilbert spaces and their special properties.
Indivisible numbers, as well as,
Jordan curves should be avoided. You might get sucked into a
Klein bottle and never get out.
Latin squares may befuddle you or
Manifolds on Lie groups.
Never try to understand
Ordinary differential equations without
Practice in Fourier analysis and knowledge of
Quaternion valued matrices.
Riemannian metrics are essential in talking about
Space that is very curvy.
Time and time again they are
Useful in describing unexpected worlds.
Vector spaces are helpful too
When defining one’s place in space.
Xeno did not know about them when he fashioned his paradox.
Yet it confused philosophers long ago. By the way,
Zeno came up with the famous paradox, not Xeno.
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Poem _____________________ Koon Woon
When
you, when I …
When
you catch me writing,
when
you catch the wind,
a
warm breath is blowing, &
birds
flock over the land.
Though
the political is absurd
and
men often pitch dirt,
a
raindrop of the good
portends
a brotherhood.
Take
this feather, my friend,
it’s
preserved from childhood.
Recall
fondly the days and nights
in
this undertaking we call life.
When
you, when I are far awake,
an
opulent music we shall make.
And
we will laugh and dance, as
Providence
bestows another chance.
Koon
Woon
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
E. Martin Pederson _______________ four poems
The Beauty of
Books on a Shelf
pinetrees
at the edge of the forest
ready
to be felled
pickets
in a fence
always
white
dandelions in the grass
in
a seaside town
in
salty Maine
creases
in a thick curtain
in
the projection room (industrial marketing shorts)
the
bored room
junior
& senior yes women & men yesyesyes
coats
on a rack
in
the room in the back
where
I am sent
for
snickering
during
story-time
in
Miss Soite's fifth grade
and
in the scoutmaster's mind
boy
scouts ideally rigid
baseball
bats leaning on a cyclone fence
then
tall glasses on the bar
bottles
in a supermarket with cartoon labels
in
alphabetical order
one
by one.
The Chill of
the Sierra
is
not cold
the
sun's out
the
night was damp
and
the night was cold
the
frost is cold
but
now there's only a chill
the
brisk air
the
smell of granite
floor
of duff
air
you'd want
to
share
in
advertising
I
can feel that fresh air
anywhere
everywhere
any
and everywhere
Curse
Immortality
There’s
a sad sigh of relief at the end of every job
Like
summer
Like
a sealed vault at the end of a hallway
I’m
glad to move the train, leaving another station behind
I
only wish it would never end
This
curse of immortality.
A Life Saved
is a Life Earned
Everything
around us is dust
we’ve
only got each other
I
will never let you out of my sight
ever
again, all my days.
You
are mine or I yours
proper
and appropriate
went
down with the cathedral
on
the believers’ heads.
Never
to separate, claustrophobic
two
as one inside the other
I
will never break my promise
you
wear yellow rubber boots.
Sunday, January 16, 2022
Thursday, January 13, 2022
Poem _____________________ Deanna Scott
Changing Seasons
Trampling on shining
sumac
Sitting at the edge of
the meadow
The
trees hummed a soft melody at the end of fall
Winter responded by
grabbing the baton
I didn’t know I was ready
The last of the shrubs
forming a colony with shiny leaves Resembling the birds flying
Stop worrying
I will always protect your
gentle footsteps
A cluster of red
berries fell on my head
Silly girl
This is the easiest
transition
Fall leaves turn scarlet
red
Allow things to come
Accept the universe’s treasure
As nature rotates
The gift of seasons.
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Koon Woon in Quail Bell Journal: http://www.quailbellmagazine.com/the-unreal-20/poetry-seattle-3-poems-by-koon-woon
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A Mathematical Abecedarian Poem A problem is to calculate the Beta function at alpha = 1/2, where it is Continuous, has a transcendental...