More Than the Moon (Poem)

Here is an excerpt from a beautiful poem by Dawn Wilfong:

When I am settling down to bed,
you’ve slept for hours. As you
wake up I am still soundly sleeping.
If I long for you as you
dream of me are we connected?

Read the entire poem, called “More Than the Moon,” here.

Photo courtesy Bartek Ambrozik at Stock.xchnge

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My Sneaking Tears (Poem)

I saw this poem and found it so beautiful that I immediately searched for the author (Mark R. Slaughter) online in order to ask his permission to post it here. Fortunately, I found him, and even more fortunately, he was kind enough to allow me to reprint this poem and share it with all of you.

My Sneaking Tears

How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height –
Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill.
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone –
‘Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears –
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…

On equal bearing now were we:
This rain; myself, in harmony.

The author lives in the United Kingdom and is a prolific writer.  You can view more of Mark R. Slaughter’s poems (over 200 of them!) at poemhunter.com.  Also, visit his website, Poem Crypt, and follow him on twitter.

Super Short Poems You Will Love, from Twitter Poets

Recently, Tina Nguyen and Claire Everett hosted a twitter poetry party.  People from around the globe joined in to write gogyohka, a Japanese form of short poetry consisting of 5 lines of free verse.  The themes were “summer” and “spirit.”  Here are some of the wonderful and sometimes quirky poems that came out of that virtual get-together…

the neighbor lady / having to remind me / that while it was July 4th / 8 AM was no time / for fireworks (by P.R. Clark Twitter)

dirty, stiff, and tart / refreshing / with a bit of a bite / my conversation / my martini (by Vince L. Wilson Twitter, Website)

nightly at 8 / office goblin spirits arise / chewing stray pens, / unfolding paperclips / xeroxing buttcheeks (by Vince L. Wilson Twitter, Website)

at my shoulder / my grandmother / long dead / still tuts about / bikinis (by Claire Everett Twitter, Website)

a shell of memory / against my ear / I listen / to the sea / of a distant summer (by Claire Everett Twitter, Website)

that moment / I was / his dream girl / but just / for that moment (by Heather Feaga Twitter, Website)

firefly-sized hope / still lit / I’d like to stomp it with my army boot / but won’t / because I haven’t learned a thing (by Heather Feaga Twitter, Website)

hurt and shattered / I swore to be lonely / till my spirit rebelled / yielding / to you (by Nimue Twitter, Website)

her / spirit wild / and free / she roamed / with the wind (by gennepher Twitter, Website)

sleeping / under the stars / cool fresh summer night / the dogs hot breath / on my cheek (by gennepher Twitter, Website)

an era lost / where any child / can run in and out / of homes / unlocked (by amoz1939 Twitter)

working late in the lab / black out / held hands with her / tip toe out / into summer night (by amoz1939 Twitter)

attar roses / no showy blooms for Grandma / when I was little / I knew how her ghost would smell / and this July she haunts me (by Liu Tiemo Twitter)

her words / have painted / a meadow in me / where countless flowers / bloom (by Paul Smith Twitter, Website)

at sunset / summer spills / itself / into the ocean’s / depths (by Paul Smith Twitter, Website)

the spirit of summer / led us to a meadow / at dusk / more than this / I cannot say… (by Paul Smith Twitter, Website)

babbling brook / merging in the sea / loses her identity / yet still she seeks / in its depths her destiny (by Neerja Pande Tiwari Twitter)

it never ends / our story / changing as it flows / like river / to sea (by Aki Gibbons Twitter, Website)

my girls / not so small / but not so big / to make popsicles / and leave the mess for me (by An Mayou Twitter)

do you / really believe / that God could love you / more than any / other (by Kane Fielding Twitter, Website)

summer / how your skin stuck to mine / sliding across hot vinyl / roads drawn fine / around Appalachian mountains (by ten ten ten Twitter, Website)

moonlight / the empty patio table / shadows / of aspen leaves / a lacy cloth (by Christina Nguyen Twitter, Website) 

to risk it all / you forget yourself / and remember / only / your wish (by Christina Nguyen Twitter, Website)

remember / that summer / mom sent us to Florida / so dad / could leave (by Cady Ford Twitter, Website)

spirit of the Muse / bless these poets / with words / as plentiful and rich / as pomegranate seeds (by Stormerne Hunt Twitter)

the earth / measures / her life / by the breaths / of her seasons (by Stormerne Hunt Twitter)

when summer comes / I will wear white / take tea on the lawn / watch cricket / and be ridiculous (by Stormerne Hunt Twitter)

Click on the links following the authors’ names to visit their individual twitter accounts and/or homepages.  Then continue the party:  add a comment and write your own 5-line poem.

The 2010 Winter Olympics in Verse

(Edit:  Originally, I was going to document the majority of the sports in the 2010 Winter Olympics, but I just kind of flaked and now I’ve forgotten everything that happened.  So…yeah, I just ended up writing about one of the sports–snowboarding.)

Dedicated to the memory of Nodar Kumaritashvili
Georgian luger who died in a training run hours before the opening ceremony
World-class athlete, beloved son, kind-hearted soul
Taken from the world too suddenly, too soon

2010 Winter Olympics
by Edie Montgomery-Pool

Atop trucked-in ice and man-made powder
When Vancouver’s snowfall fell short
Amidst the breathtaking splendor of Canada’s beauty
The world gathered for the glory of sport

* * * * *

Men’s Halfpipe

Twenty-one healed bones and a mountain of talent
Was what Scotty Lago brought to his bronze-medal finish
And Peetu Piiroinen took silver that day
Much to the pride of the snowboarding Finnish

Yet nothing compared to the anticipation
Of one man’s daring acrobatic flight
The unfolding legend, the King of Cypress Mountain,
The Flying Tomato, Red Zepplin, Shaun White

With razor-sharp tricks at skyscraper heights
Like a tomahawk, he sliced through the competition
Then floated to the ground as if his board had wings
Landing himself in the gold medal position

At the top of the pipe, in sheer jubilation
Knowing the coveted prize had been won
He dropped in and pulled off a Double McTwist
1260 on the final run

* * * * *

Women’s Halfpipe

Kelly Clark thought she was Kelly Clarkson
And sang loudly before each run
It must have worked because she took home the bronze
When the women’s halfpipe was done

Bright had a dark moment when she teetered and fell
Leaving the door open for others to beat her
But Torah nailed it the next time, winning gold for Oz
With the silver awarded to Hannah Teter

If you like this poem, you might also want to take a look at my Summer 2008 Olympics poem.

The Metro and Wild Violets, Poems and Stuff

Check out Wild Violet, an online literary journal which features poetry, fiction, interviews, art, and more.  While you’re there, read Lyn Lifshin’s poem, On the Metro, which starts like this:

a woman with dark curly
hair is on p. 101 of Fear of
Flying. I’m flung back
to when my hair was
thick and curly as hers is,
all that seemed ahead
and all that was and I
couldn’t tell…

Click the link above to finish reading this poem.

Answer Me When I Send Text Messages… (Poem)

Love this opening line from J. Mae Barizo’s poem, Anthelion:

Answer me when I send text messages that make no sense but which
Notate ever so delicately the names of things not said.

Read the full poem as well as other work from this author which appears in the current issue of online alternative poetry journal, ditch.

Two MicroPoems about Two Wasted Girls at a Concert

Saw two things at a concert last weekend that were poem-worthy.  1) Really skinny girl (like drugged-out skinny) dancing spastically (like drugged-out dancing) fall on her face.  2) Middle-aged woman bend over, put her hands on the ground, and shake her (huge) butt in the air, then stand up and proceed to smack her own (huge) butt repeatedly.

Thank you, substance abusers, for the inspiration.  Now, please go get some counseling while I write these poems in your honor.

 

Messed up rock concert girl,
Spin-art eyes awash with chemical bliss;
Spastic, writhing dance,
Releasing demons to the beat.

by Edie Montgomery-Pool

 

Liquid denial.
Each sip washes a year from her memory but not her body.
Her sexy drunken dance now just a
Drunken dance.

by Edie Montgomery-Pool