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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2 poems from Alisa Velaj

ILL OMEN CHALLENGED
 
The owl’s hooting atop green trees
cannot dwindle down the anxiety of nothingness.
 
A CUCKOO’S GRIN
Every pillow of lilies holds underneath a song or a verse.
A cuckoo’s grin – a requiem onto the air’s skin!
 
Translated from Albanian by Arben P. Latifi
Alisa Velaj was born in the southern port town of Vlora, Albania in 1982. She has been shortlisted for the annual international Erbacce-Press Poetry Award in UK in June 2014. Velaj’s full length book of poetry A Gospel of Light is published by Aquillrellle in June 2015. Her works have appeared in more than 60 print and online international magazines, including: FourW twenty-five Anthology (Australia), The Journal (UK), The Dallas Review (USA), The Linnet’s Wings (UK), The Seventh Quarry (UK), Envoi Magazine (UK) etc etc.
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Thank you for your poetic contribution Alisa :)  AND your patience :)  Poetry Pasta is honored🙂

Veteran’s Cemetary by Donal Mahoney

 

 

donal mahoney

Veteran’s Cemetary

by Donal Mahoney

Families come
on Memorial Day
depending on the weather;
otherwise the Fourth of July, 
if it’s not too hot.
 
You can hear them coming,
adults in the rear,
reminiscing and talking,
children who can read
announcing the names
on the stones until they 
discover the right one. 
Then they shout.
 
Adults bring flowers, 
placing them softly
in front of the stones 
near our heads.
Children stick little 
flags from parades
in our waistlines.
 
Some ladies bring towels
and wipe down the stones;
others towelettes to remove
gunk from the lettering. 
 
All mean well and we 
appreciate the visit and wish 
we could say something.
It’s a thrill to hear voices.
Otherwise it’s lawn mowers,
leaf blowers, snow plows 
the rest of the year.
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<> on May 28, 2012 in Arlington, Virginia.
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Every time I read this I wonder about the “underground listeners.  An apropos poem  for a somber holiday😦