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The Border Land

12.10.12 Posted in today's words by

Darryl Willis’ most recent poem to appear here was Dlya moyi doicheri (November 2012).The Border LandBy Darryl Willis The land between,for centuries trampled and abused.The golden steppes, a killing field: burning ground and burial moundrazed by Tatar-Teutonic hands,broken by hammered steel.Beneath the sky lie fields of wheatcrimson in the setting sun,but underneath Dnieper-deepthe blood of Bogatyr flowmerging with […]


Enticing

12.09.12 Posted in today's words by

Jeanette Cheezum’s most recent poem to appear here was Significance.EnticingBy Jeanette Cheezum Many men have tried to tame her, but to no avail.Her radiant smile touches your heart when thesun shines and warm winds blow across her body.Charming green eyes and long limbs createmystery while welcoming a newcomer, the militaryor neighbors. She sheds tiny tears to […]


Realistically Speaking

12.08.12 Posted in today's words by

Nate Spears’ most recent poem to appear here was My Everything (June 2012).Realistically SpeakingBy Nate Spears Realistically speakingA kissIs a pinch of pleasureMy heart reflects your lightMy star, so brightIn my arms, we’re alrightTogetherStudents of love tonight For you,My heart is a full moonNot half, but wholeWarm as the sun on a Florida marshI’m at peace by […]


St Vitus’ Dance

12.07.12 Posted in today's words by

Steven Minchin’s most recent poem to appear here was Shine (June 2012).St Vitus’ DanceBy Steven Minchin Twitching five feet in front of methe shocks from your shoulders Shake all of your framesmall and trembling I want to put you awayback in that part of methat I once had to Rip open and throwyou out of before this […]


The Creation

12.06.12 Posted in today's words by

Douglas Polk’s most recent poem to appear here was Rock, Paper, Pencil (November 2012).The CreationBy Douglas Polk days, one after another,piling up upon themselves,until a skyscraper of rubble,floor after floor,touching the sky,with me, buried in the basement,a creation of a lifetime,but the rooms all vacant,the building,a empty shell,a monument to days spent in a life unfulfilled


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