art music poetry

ode to cobra poem by Daisy Sidewinder

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ODE TO COBRA

 

I didn’t notice

my wrinkles,

or the gray,

or the gravity,

much,

but young Cobra

noticed

and with sympathy

and kindness

showing in his

pretty eyes

pretty boy eyes

he smiled with all

the radience of

a toothpaste commercial.

I can take the stress

from your lovely face

he murmured

brushing the silver

gently from my brow

for a reasonable fee

because I like you

so much.

 

 

Does this mean

I’ve reached

“a certain age?”

Have I reached the age

of advertising smiles

and deference

on the beach

from friendly young men

with guileless eyes

and open hands?

I have always been

curious.

I have always wanted

to meet a gigolo.

I didn’t expect a gigolo

to want to meet me.

– Daisy Sidewinder

.

to Daisy
to Moongate

 

 

I climb the hills and mountains of my heart poem by J Barton

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I climb the hills and mountains of my heart

Where the echos of spirits sound.

On my way I search for happiness–

Happiness, solid as a stone.

Now My happiness is with you–right now–here–

There’s no power in yesterdays–tomarrows–nothing–

Their voice speaks in the wind.

So pour me your tea–

Make it warm this night–

Come close–

And old spirits won’t find me home.

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Peace Comes Dropping Slow by Ken Peters

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Peace Comes Dropping Slow 
 

glacially
when bloody Christians
aren’t looking
incrementally
when red Imams
aren’t listening
inexorably
inevitably
when wall building Zionists
and bomb laden Palestinians
are sleeping
God must be laughing
at this horror
because my prayer
“dear God
protect me from
your beleivers”
may not be enough
while I wait for glaciers, trees and rivers
to replane this terra
into Eden– Ken Peters

Ken’s menu   /   Moongate

Where Poem by Marilyn McIntyre

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            WHERE?
            Where? 
            are poems alive 
            upon the page 
            do words have meaning 
            does the music sing 
            when no one hears 
            am i alive when i’m alone 
            does my breath soar 
            and reach another’s dreams 
            will God hear me 
            can i feel with no other 
            to give me bounds 
            and where do my feelings fly 
            in the night 
            mysterious and dark and calling 
            if my eyes cannot see 
            is it so 
            and the candle 
            what of the candle 
            will it still glow 
            without tender whispered murmurs 
            where will my love touch down 
            must it float forever 
            meandering among the stars 
            where does it all go 
            where does it go 
            when it’s gone?

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