Indeed Why Didn’t We Poem by Lyn Lifshin

Why Didn't We Poem

Why Didn't We Poem

“INDEED, WHY DIDN’T WE?”

There, like a tongue
any place you can
imagine it could go.
Before, e mails
were hotter than
Austin nights.
Electrical, I know
what burned could
scorch. You were safe
in paper. In reviews,
it’s an e mail
affair. They can’t
feel the flame of your
thigh after three
margaritas. Or that
I shook that my
body wasn’t
perfect enough. A
hunk others
gasped and of
course there were
the bare armed
young girls in their
summer dresses.
You write, “missing
in action love, and,
indeed, why
didn’t we?” and
this slick grey I slog
thru shines and
now, as if seven years
hadn’t dissolved.
I imagine the ache
in La Rosa bar,
drunk on lust or
wanting, that
longing for what
those thick musky
nights I haven’t
felt since

INDEED, WHY DIDN’T WE?   ©  Lyn Lifshin 2012

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Bio Notes

Lyn Lifshin has written more than 125 books and edited 4 anthologies of women writers. Her poems have appeared in most poetry and literary magazines in the U.S.A, and her work has been included in virtually every major anthology of recent writing by women. She has given more than 700 readings across the U.S.A. and has appeared at Dartmouth and Skidmore colleges, Cornell University, the Shakespeare Library, Whitney Museum, and Huntington Library.

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Blessing Unicorn Poem by Marilyn McIntyre

The Unicorn of a Blessing

Flying through myself softly

Sliding through even bone

I travelled to a forbidden land

Where one must wander alone

I knew the shape of a unicorn there

Standing blue, in the depths of a pool

A unicorn, blue, but smiling

Gently I traced the tear in his eye

Removing all need of his lieing.

He answered my touch

In sweet, gentled voice

And told of his lady so fair

Of being a two in a world of one

Where blessings had been so rare

He spoke of the sharing these two had done

In the time since then and before

And I knew of the love of this unicorn

Love, yet so much more.

Why is it then that you are alone

He shifted his head to the sky

Why echoed tremulously on his lips

And escaped from him in a sigh

I flew away home with a tear in my heart

Right next to then and before

And the unicorn lover forlorn and apart

Who waits for God and the passage of time

To bring his lady once more.

Now some call me fool, some view me wise

But I have been there and believe my own eyes

so have your own notions or view me with lies

Still I know the place where the unicorn

Stands alone in a pool and cries.

Copyright © 1998 by Marilyn McIntyre, All rights reserved

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Keys Money Wallet Cigarettes Gas and Beer by David Michael Jackson

I got keys money wallet cigarettes gas and beer
I’m waitin’ on my woman
I’m just standing here

I guess I can’t complain
she’s the top of my hill
she’s the wheels on my train

I got keys money wallet cigarettes gas and beer
I’m still waitin’ on my woman
I’m still standing here

I guess good things are
worth waiting for
I shuffle my feet
I walk the floor

What can she be doing
what can take this long
I should just go there
all alone

But there I’d be
having no fun
I’m the hot dog
she is my bun

I got keys money wallet cigarettes gas and beer
I’m still waitin’ on my woman
I’m still standing here
I’ll be standing here
standing here
standing
here

Destiny Poem by Tony Nesca

AFTERNOON IN PEG ZERO DODGE CITY

“i’m tired of this”, says destiny
i take the joint
put it to my lips
she got long legs
long chin
eyes like the devil
eyes beautiful in love
she crosses her legs
asks me,
“how ’bout you, how are things?”
she got dark native skin
exotic smooth in love
bare legs drive me wild
mad and insane
fingernails red as fire
grandmother up north
on dry reserve crime
and desperation on every corner
we laugh like it’s that easy
stoned and immaculate
it’s grace and suave luck
it’s synchronicity on wheels
god on the corner barstool
i lift a beer,
she crosses her legs
one big thigh over the other
i look up her skirt,
she caresses my face,
we talk
calmly
determined
smiling
a touch of sadness in the air…..

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A Maker of Verses Poem by Durlabh Singh

MAKER OF VERSES
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A maker of verses restores
Some splintered spring in the air
Casting pebbles in watery circles
To construct structures of distinction.

Purifications of the yellow rose
A thronged presence in wider girth
River of mirth in complex patterns
Webbing the weeds in yarned curls.

Some hidden treasures kept alive
In deep discerns of the delved earth
Bribing skeletons for the anchorage
In revised strains of an ancient birth.

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meteor poem by Joan Pond

Egocentrism
by Joan Pond

Keeping his eyes skyward
he views the Perseids.
Thinking,
meteors commune with him.
Facing northeast,
the Geminids display a flagrant shower.
His power is unimaginable;
yet all in his mind.
Walking to work each day,
I see a shooting star and wish.
But the Geminids come and go.
I know these stony balls of ice
merely light the sky,
but I can”t help think
they”re communing
with me, too.

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