Month: July 2012

SHOULD UNIVERSAL RESTRAINT EVOLVE Poem by Clay Derryberry

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SHOULD UNIVERSAL RESTRAINT EVOLVE

Should universal restraint evolve,

Subsequent understandable rage enslaved

Secretly until radical employment

Shall usurp respectable engagement.

Under rounded ecological skies

Undulating ranges exude scenes

Unusually rapturous evoking sighs

Upon reminiscent eminent schemes

Reaping engorged secular usury

Reckoned equally since unsued

Rituality ends social unity,

Richened, ending somewhere unused.

Exit sonorous ubiquitous reason;

Exhale stale uciferous rhyme;

Extol stone unioned ruins;

Emerge solicitous, unanimous, rhined.

Clay Derryberry

Well, My greatest claim to fame is my brother. We were raised on a small dairy farm between Verona and Anes Station Tennesse (just north of Lewisburg) by loving diligent country parents. They were not greatly creative though mama played the guitar some, and Daddy did things like make us yoyo’s and candle sticks from wood. Anyway, I was introduced to poetry and the love of it by a highschool English teacher, Catherine Adams and have been dabbling in it ever since. I am a graduate of David Lipscomb College; have preached for 30 years and have managed the Ellington Airport in Lewisburg since 1981 where I live with my wife Dianne who has been very supportive of my meager efforts.

Gambler Poem by Tom SternerHowe

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The Gambler (word count – 113, line count – 27)

The man lived in a jar
with twelve pennies on its lid
money close over his head
entirely outside his existence
A quarter to save his life

If he manages
to reach through the barrier
he will be a copper penny more
than a man half dead
struggling in between
and above his head

The mad died in a jar
with twelve pennies on its lid
Lincolns by the dozen
fair men outside his existence
A quarter to save his life

If the fair men heed his words
from half a world away
he’ll remain a copper penny more
than a man half dead
an odds-on favorite
and above his head

Bio:
Tom {WordWulf} SternerHowe, a native son of Colorado, lives in Lafayette, Colorado with wife Karen, her two sons and his youngest son, Zedidiah. Family and riding his Harley Davidson fill up the hours left over from creative enterprises. He has been extensively published in independent literary magazines including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review and Flashquake. He is winner of the Marija Cerjak Award for Avant-Garde/Experimental Writing 2001, 2002 & 2003. His first novel, ‘Madman Chronicles: The Warrior’, is available at his website: http://pages.prodigy.net/sterner-howe. Music from the novel may be accessed at http://truefire.com/list.html?store=original_music&viewauthor=3554 or www.lulu.com/TomSternerHowe

Contact Information:
Tom (WordWulf) SternerHowe
1305 Centaur Circle
Lafayette, Colorado 80026
720-890-7217
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Lilies Poem by Joan Pond

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Mock Sun

Trumpet lilies

blare,

bright yellow;

as stamen and pistil

bellow,

from the throats

of xanthic flowers.

Unmuted,

they defy gravity,

along with the light of day.

Their slender stems

with whorls of painted leaves,

point heaven-ward;

in an orchestration

of

mock sun.

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Eve in Fall Poem by J. Kevin Wolfe

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Eve in Fall

Maples blush
apples blush
your cheeks blush

Bite the fruit Eve
Then share it
The drip is cold on my chin

The serpent lives
in the track of juice
and in the hiss of the fireplace
that will get too warm
for these sweaters

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As You Were Dying Poem by Maria Jackson

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As you were dying
My thought were not of
The darkness of the grave,
But of your eyes,
Blue as the sky,
Warm as the ocean,
Caressing hands
And loving heart,
A son
A brother
Husband, father,
Lover, friend,
and when I die
my last thoughts will be
of you.

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