The Empty Nest by Robin Goodfellow


The Empty Nest by Robin Goodfellow

Sleeping inside a rotting cradle

eyes flutter shut in the dark,

dreaming of songs and of fables,

the quiet from a forgetful heart.

Little leaves caress its face

amongst the fragile silence.

Upon an eroding, changing grace,

it hides itself from violence.

Twigs and buds from long lost times

carelessly lulls it to sleep.

The soundless chirping and broken ties

to an innocence so forever deep.

Worried shadows gather forth,

while white feathers cascade.

They all call forth from endless lore,

while desperately watching it fade.

Abandoned and lost the tiny babe cries

forever entwined in pitiful lies,

yet still it drifts, and can no longer deny

the pleasure of illusions




The cookie jar by Daginne Aignend


The cookie jar by Daginne Aignend

When he gets home from work

he barely greets the wife

plumbs down on the sofa

and reaches out for the cookie jar

He has to clear his head

by consuming a suitable amount

of chocolate chip, macaroons, or whatever cookies

as long as they’re fresh

He really doesn’t enjoy the taste of it

in need as he is

of the soothing chewing jaw movements

to relief his daily frustration

When the wife forgets to refill the jar

he almost feels like hitting her

being that negligent towards his necessities He, the hardworking family man

deserves some more respect

for maintaining her and Bernie, the dachshund

Today, when he entered the house

he knew something was terribly wrong

The cookie jar laid splintered

on the freshly waxed oak parquetry

Instead of the illuminating scent of bakery

he smells chemicals, some disinfectant or detergent

The living room was a paragon of decent cleanliness,

except for his beloved, shattered cookie jar

Suddenly he noticed a small piece of paper

beside the jar, recognizing the handwriting of the wife

‘Burned me at the oven while baking your vanilla biscuits

and realized our relation has been totally burned out

I will only leave behind the shards of the cookie jar

as a symbol of our broken marriage

©Daginne Aignend


Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. Daginne is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals.

Take Fresh by Franco Esposito

frank w glassesTake Fresh by Franco Esposito

I want to write stories

that tell of life
I have never lived
and words that mill
I have never sung
and yet they ring in me
like some bell on a hill
I have walked across
and realized it calls for me
to take fresh the morning air
and to wake again
in the bright stars
as the moon
and the night

The Beauty of Halloween’s Ugly Side by Ben W.

thumbnail_ben-vvThe Beauty of Halloween’s Ugly Side by Ben W.


It was a special good evening…

I was about to enter the right of wining…

So I engaged my mind in deep thinking…

The inspiration led me to singing:



‘’Though I thought she was near

Decorated pumpkins she wear

“Jack-o-Lanterns!” she hear

Her scary face not mere        

Playing tricks she spare

Her horror brings fear

Lighted bonfires she dare

Her costume colors the white bear

At night, the vampire in her is brought to bear

Her Ghost travels in time’s fare

Her witch-wizard identity she pair

This is seen from her two-eye rear’

She’s beautiful when her ugly side is seen, my dear!’’


‘You sang well about me’ a voice whispered

‘Me?’ I wondered, looking around the place to find the whisperer

 ‘It’s me… The Beauty…that has its shades of ugliness’ replied the voice

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I asked, looking confused

‘Though what makes the Hallo in me makes you Win’ it responded, a bit louder

‘I’m your companion for the day…Halloween!’


(The Voice Disappeared)


‘Oh, it’s Halloween!’ I consciously remembered

‘Now I know why I must win’


Later that evening…


I deliberately made The beauty of the shades of ugliness my companion…

By simply appreciating Halloween’s Conviction


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Learning Experiences by BrokenMontague

brokenmontagueLearning Experiences by  BrokenMontague

Day by day, we wake up,

As the sun goes on top.

Green, leafy trees we see,

As we inhale air for free.

We talk, walk and run;

Socialising for fun.

We win, survive and sometimes fall;

But we still standing tall.

They said, “Experience is the best teacher.”

Yet learning can’t happen with a flick of a finger.

Personally, we want many things to discover,

To improve our knowledge even higher.

Notes: This is the poem I made during our final examination in Principles of Teaching 1.


BrokenMontague is an educator from the Philippines. He is a beginner in writing poems. His experiences enabled him to write whatever words that come to his mind. He used his broken past to pen his emotions and his soul as well. BrokenMontague is a dreamer and a believer of LOVE. This is the primary concepts of his poems, because he believes that Love is great in all forms.


Lunatic Shuffle by Ken Allan Dronsfield


Lunatic Shuffle by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Thin mummified icy
trembling bent fingers
resembling razor
sharp raptor talons.

Grasp the burial shovel
with a fervent evil malice.
Reasoned breezes or
teasing chaotic tempests.

Dance on a marshmallow
in a clouded pink fantasy.
Sipping sweet tea with
a lemonade pouted grin.

My jello lunch reeks but a
Thorazine high greets me;
now painting the lawn in
a mixed shaded scheme.

Silver pleated brushes
of bleach blond hair.
Surfing into the fog as
my torch is now hushed.

My friend tried to commit
larceny of my frenzied soul.
I hear his cries for mercy
from the freshly dug grave;

behind the lofty asylum
by the tennis courts where
we loved to sit and watch the
staff relaxing and playing there.

I’m floating over the azure bay
driving a ’57 Chevy Nomad
waltzing into a riotous decade
whilst in a Prozac lunatic shuffle.



Little Desert Flower by Michael Lee Johnson

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  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 103 poetry videos on YouTube as of 2015:  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  He is also the editor/publisher of anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze:

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.


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 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
Two blue jays
Out on
The flame tree’s
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


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