Salvation Under a Streetlight by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Salvation Under a Streetlight     by Ken Allan Dronsfield

as an old song with no name

such is the soul without purpose

dancing in Broadway musicals as

Gene Kelly sings in the autumn rain

fleabag hotels line the main strip

rooms for rent by the night or hour

blue lights flashing in a neon haze

hookers work the red light district

shaky be those on a red eye flight

baggage claim dead to a ticking clock

waiting are those for a final destination

praying for salvation under a streetlight.

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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues including: The Burningword Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, The Australia Times, Bewildering Stories, Aquill Relle, Members Anthology, Book 6, Literature Today, Volume 5, Poetic Melodies  and Imperfect Paths Anthologies for Creative Talents Unleashed, Birdsong Anthology Vol 1, Voices of Humanity, Vol 2 Anthology, and others. Ken’s poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016.

Cash and Carry by Stefanie Bennett

021CASH AND CARRY    [Stefanie Bennett]
It’s what didn’t
Get said
That matters
most:
Two blue jays
Out on
The flame tree’s
Limb.
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Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry, a novel & a libretto.
Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Qld.,
Australia. Stefanie’s latest poetry title “The Vanishing” is available from the
publisher ‘Walleah Press’ & Amazon.

Rainbow Pyramid by Maxine Kollar

Rainbow Pyramid

by Maxine Kollar

Looking at red dragons lined up on the shelf

Outside colored by their fiery inside

I wondered at the colors for people

Red people, like dragons, chili pepper words sprinkled over unsuspecting pizza’s of your day

Blue people, iced cubes of compassion in your tall glass of woes

What about orange people, no rhymes for them, lonely slices steeping in you tea

Green people with the envy cliché, curly kale leaves of bitterness, so good for you

Dressing you in

Ranch boots, baring razor sharp cheese spurs

Holding Cesar’s blades, dull but to the point

Lost on Thousands of fractured islands, unable to reunite

Frozen in Vinaigrettes of red wine memories, sour churning

Pouring heart and soul over cold comforts

And you

Sitting on a shelf

Eyes judging your color

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Maxine Kollar is a wife and a mother of three. Her works have appeared in SpeckLit, Mamalode, Gravel Mag, Route 7 Review and elsewhere.

Shadows Of A Solitary Existence by Michael Marrotti

Shadows Of A Solitary Existence

Another day
of seclusion
this city
is as wet
as my dreams

I’m all alone
behind these
closed doors
and with them
the shadows
of a solitary
existence

After all
this time
and all
these clouds
I think there
is more
sunshine
when I’m
secluded

These walls
don’t speak
for that I’m
escaping hell
I’ve had an
eternity of
volatile
arguments


Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he’s not writing, he’s volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. If you appreciate the man’s work, please check out his blog:www.thoughtsofapoeticmind.blogspot.com for his latest poetry and short stories.

Dante and Daydream by Michael Estabrook

Dante by Michael Estabrook

You can’t change history, cannot fix

your past mistakes no matter how hard you try

no matter how painful. We are all of us stuck

in our own private purgatories doing penance

for our sins until the end of time just like Dante said.

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Daydream by Michael Estabrook

These days life has too many moving parts

daughter moving back home house needing repairs

yard a mess, diets, aching joints, money trouble

when all I want is to read some Byron and Tennyson

out back beneath the shade tree.


 

Brief Bio Michael Estabrook:

Retired now writing more poems

working more outside

just noticed 2 Cooper’s hawks staked out

in our yard or above it I should say

which explains the disappearing chipmunks.

California Summer by Michael Lee Johnson

California Summer

By Michael Lee Johnson

 

Coastal warm breeze

off Santa Monica, California

the sun turns salt

shaker upside down

and it rains white smog, humid mist.

No thunder, no lightning,

nothing else to do

except sashay

forward into liquid

and swim

into eternal days

like this

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Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. He is a Canadian and USA citizen. Today he is a poet, editor, publisher, freelance writer, amateur photographer, small business owner in Itasca, Illinois.  He has been published in more than 915 small press magazines in 27 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites.  Author’s website http://poetryman.mysite.com/Michael is the author of The Lost American:  From Exile to Freedom (136 page book) ISBN:  978-0-595-46091-5, several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems.  He also has over 95 poetry videos on YouTube as of 2015:  https://www.youtube.com/user/poetrymanusa/videos  Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL. nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards for poetry 2015 & Best of the Net 2016.  Visit his Facebook Poetry Group and join https://www.facebook.com/groups/807679459328998/  He is also the editor/publisher of anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/1530456762

 

 

DISCOURSE – Pascal Style & Assertion by Stefanie Bennet

DISCOURSE –Pascal Style      [Stefanie Bennett]
Just because the postman
Careers by
Empty handed –
And the Linden Tree
Bears no fruit –
And friends travel
On a mistaken
Devil-may-care tide
Doesn’t mean
That the inconspicuous
One ‘in waiting’
Won’t attend
The Chekov soiree’s
Defining principle
… Of
       The first singer;
… Of
       The last song.
ASSERTION     [Stefanie Bennett]
What is it that
Brings
The outside in!
A good book.
Lousy
Weather…
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Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel &
a libretto. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she
was born in Queensland, Australia. Her latest poetry title – 2015 – is
“The Vanishing” with Walleah Press.
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