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A Cage Biosphere. A Poem by Jim Dunlap.

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                                                           Jim Dunlap  Author                                         

 
 
 

Nebulous writhings, pure emotion,

blot a madcap ledger, writ

like the last, inchoate notion

of a dark, unhealthy fit.

Extant some bold lammergeier,

serpentwise, yet dragon fell,

destroying life’s pure, flaring fire

across untrammeled leagues of hell.

Colors shooting blinding schism

lighten dark, unfettered dreams.

Sunlight, filtered by a prism,

outlines evanescent schemes.

Thus from behind these prison bars,

     the savant yearns to claim the stars.

 

Jim Dunlap’s poetry has been published extensively in print and online in the United States, England, France, India, Australia, Switzerland and New Zealand. His work has appeared in over 90 publications, including Potpourri, Candelabrum, Mobius, Poems Niedernasse, and the Paris/Atlantic. He was the co-editor of Sonnetto Poesia and is currently a Content Admin for Poetry Life & Times. www.facebook.com/PoetryLifeTimes He is also the chief proofreader for the On Viewless Wings Anthologies, published out of Queensland, Australia. In the past, he was a resident poet on Poetry Life & Times and the newsletter editor for seven years with the Des Moines Area Writers’ Network.

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Here: http://classicalpoets.org/fairy-dust-anarchy-and-other-poetry-by-jim-dunlap/

Here: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/109492

Here: http://allpoetry.com/column/9188321-Book-Review-The-Spirit-of-Christmas-in-Poetry-by-Jim-Dunlap-by-WandaLeaBrayton

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Eulogy for Harley. Poem. Sara L Russell

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Do you hear unspoken thought,

  Do you fly now, with the birds,

As the rest of us stay caught between our futile deeds and words?

  In the endless dome of sky

  Make a territory of dreams

While we can only cry for how finite a lifetime seems


Are you floating down the styx

  Like Egyptian cats of old?

Do you dine with Tut and Ramesis in palaces of gold?

  In the finite span of life

  And the cycles of the moon

We can only make short plans for anything that ends too soon


A final resting place

  Is no prison for a soul

We are elemental as the air that keeps our planet whole

  In your light and playful way

 You will always follow me

Outside in the garden where the angels set you free.

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I think we got Harley in 2001 (but I need to verify that with my husband Tom.) It was Guy Fawkes Night when we picked him up from the cat rescue place in Crawley. He was two I think, as I think his age would have been fifteen around November this year. I wanted a black and white “dinner jacket” cat and he fitted the bill perfectly.
His previous owner called him Bob. I thought that was a daft name for a cat, so called him Harley, partly because, being black and white, he had a harlequin look. Also because I am a rock/metal fan and the name Harley is associated with the Harley Davidson motorcycle.
He died on Friday 13th September 2013, humanely put to sleep at the vets, due to discomfort breathing, with an enlarged heart and water retention problems.
I think these video links will make people laugh and help them build a picture in their minds of Harley’s eccentric personality. Sara Russell.
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VIDEO LINKS:
I trained Harley to miaow in the right place to sing along with Figaro (YouTube link:     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZARuxK4p0l8 (Preview)      )
Harley also appears in this video of two cats arguing in our garden:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2e6z2FeWvZQ (Preview)
He also stars in this video of where he has a fight with a rabbit glove puppet:     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soai_aYx6Ow (Preview)
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AKA @pinkyandrexa Poet, Artist, Cartoonist, Goth, Time Traveller. Friend of cats everywhere. Former Editor of Poetry Life & Times. Founder of http://thevideopoets.ning.com/ … See also http://creativethinkersintl.ning.com/profile/SaraLouiseRussell plus over a million poetry links online.

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Sara Louise Russell , whose internet name is “PinkyAndrexa”, is a UK poet who has earned a well-deserved reputation as a highly respected twenty-first century poetry publisher and poet. She was the founder and Editor-in-Chief of Poetry Life & Times, one of the world’s premier poetry E-zines, which ran monthly from 1998-2006 under her tutelage. She has always been in on the scene with graphic design, animation, 3D art, web design, sign writing, photography, film and poetry recital videos. Sara is founder and current editor of Paper Li.  Poetry Lifetimes and the online  Ning network The Video Poets. Her poetry has been published in Artvilla, AuthorsDen, Hello Poetry, The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry (Describe Adonis Press, Ottawa, © 2005), Sonnetto Poesia, Word Machinist and more, as well as in several e-books by Kedco Studios Inc. (USA). Her skills as a sonneteer are particularly remarkable.

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‘A Busy City…’ Poem. Scott Hastie.

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A busy city,

Far from home.

 

 

Onrushing,

The teeming crowd,

A tsunami of sorts.

 

And as you walk on into the melee,

As it comes to you,

For the briefest, sweetest of moments

To catch the eye,

To share a smile,

To touch the soul of a stranger

You may never see again.

 

This is as it should be.

 

The often cavernously empty

Business of life will always

Occasionally be overwhelmed by truth.

For the restless soul hungers for such moorings,

Such absolute points of recognition

Gifted by love,

By light shared with others.

 

But such chances come and go so suddenly

That what was once so recent, so vivid

Already seems so distant and long ago.

 

What then,

If not still true to your heart?

 

Only swamped I fear.

Lost on a surging tide,

Swept back to faceless oblivion,

To the ruin of indifference to start again…

 

© Scott Hastie 2012. All rights reserved.

 

 I am a full-time writer and poet, based in the UK– fortunate enough to be living and working in tranquil surroundings of the English countryside, some twenty miles north of London.

 My poetry looks to positively explore human potential, with an emphasis on love, spiritual growth and self awareness. It is very important to me that my work remains as open, accessible and as simply expressed as possible. My influences vary from the great traditional English visionary romantics through to the distillation of thought and leanness of expression offered by the Japanese haiku tradition and later technical breakthroughs achieved by leading Scottish concrete poets, Ian Hamilton Finlay and Edwin Morgan.

 

Sparkling new poems & images at www.scotthastie.com

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Searching for Ecstasy.Robin Marchesi.Poem.

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Round and Round

Just wearing out a broken frown

Being eaten by a hungry world

Us truants from another time

With ribbons from a different rhyme…

  

Where are we?

Surrounded by Eternity

Or is it just a dream,

A vision that we’ve seen,

When you’re searching for ecstasy…

  

You and me

Just walking over broken glass,

A mirage that will let you down,

Us players in a game of chance,

Random travellers in a magic dance…

 

Here we are,

Children lost in destiny,

A throw of foolish dice,

The joker comes up twice,

When you’re searching for ecstasy…

  

So here we go,

For shadows in a picture show,

Unwinding action, real to real,

Stargazers from a lonely place,

To captivate a raptured face…

  

It may be,

Solutions lost in fantasy,

There’s a rainbow in your heart,

Love’s woven from the start

When you’re searching for ecstasy.

 
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Robin Marchesi, born in 1951, began writing in his teens, much to the consternation of his mother, the sister of Eric Hobsbawm, the historian.

In 1992 Cosmic Books published his first book entitled  “A B C Quest”.

In 1996 March Hare Press published “Kyoto Garden” and in 1999 “My Heart is As…”

ClockTowerBooks published his Poetic Novella, “A Small Journal of Heroin Addiction”, digitally, in 2000.

Charta Books published his latest work entitled “Poet of the Building Site”, about his time working with Barry Flanagan the Sculptor of Hares, in association with the Irish Museum of Modern Art.

He is presently working on an upcoming novel entitled “A Story Made of Stone.”
 

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http://www.illywords.com/2011/09/down-the-rabbit-hole-a-glimpse-into-the-wonderland-of-barry-flanagan/
 

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Princeps Tenebrarum.Poem.Amparo Arróspide.Translated Robin Ouzman Hislop.

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Princeps Tenebrarum*

 

 

Lamerán sus tobillos las sombras de la noche

cuando termine el baile, e hipnótico te mire:

le pides que te rasgue con la carne de un beso

y anhelarás su cuerpo, su cuerpo que no está.…

 

 

como serpiente al tronco ciñéndose, centauro,

mientras tú te despiertas del trance más profundo,

pasajera en su jungla, en su abrazo mortal.

Y desearás morirte, brillantes las pupilas,

 

 

y lucharás a muerte contra la muerte lenta

que quiere emponzoñarte y era sólo el desliz,

el deslizarse lento de su lengua en tu boca,

 

 

que muda la rehúye, aterida y reptil,

el arrastrarse sabio de la marea alta,

desangrándose en semen, tiempo, y poco más.

 

 *Latín= Príncipe de las tinieblas

 

 

 Princeps Tenebrarum *

 

 

The shadows of the night will be caressing his ankles

when the dance ends and he stares at you hypnotically

and you ask him to tear you open with a carnal kiss,

whilst longing for his body, a body no longer there…

 

 

but entangled like a serpent on a trunk, a Centaur,

and there you had been awoken from the profoundest trance

to travel in his jungle caught in his lethal embrace,

and where you will want to die in the brilliance of your eyes.

 

 

And there you will struggle against death, against a slow death

that wants to poison you, and it was only that, that slip

that slidingly slipped slowly its tongue down into your mouth,

 

 

coldly reptilian, which shunning you mutely refused,

as in the wisdom of high tide receding from the shore,

departs, leaving only bleeding, semen and little else.

 

* Latin = Prince of Darkness

 

Translated from Amparo Arróspide’s Princeps Tenebrarum

by Robin Ouzman Hislop Editor of Poetry Life & Times

 
This sonnet together with its translation appeared in The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Exciting new sonnet anthology edited by Richard Vallance now available on Barnes & Noble: Phoenix Rising from the Ashes BN ID: 2940148833628 Publisher: FriesenPress Publication date: 11/20/2013 Sold by: Barnes & Noble
 
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Amparo Arrospide (Argentina) is a Spanish poet and translator. She has published four poetry collections, Mosaicos bajo la hiedra, Alucinación en dos actos y algunos poemas, Pañuelos de usar y tirar and Presencia en el Misterio as well as poems, short stories and articles on literary and film criticism in anthologies and both national and foreign magazines. She has received numerous awards. Together with Robin Ouzman Hislop, she worked as co-editor of Poetry Life and Times, an E-zine.

 
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Robin Ouzman Hislop Editor of the 12 year running on line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and Times. (See its Wikipedia entry at Poetry Life and Times). He has made many appearances over the last years in the quarterly journals Canadian Zen Haiku, including In the Spotlight Winter 2010 & Sonnetto Poesia. Previously published in international magazines, his recent publications include Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review, Appalachian University N Carolina, Post Hoc installed at Bank Street Arts Centre, Sheffield (UK), Uroborus Journal, 2011-2012 (Sheffield, UK), The Poetic Bond II & 111, available at The Poetic Bond and Phoenix Rising from the Ashes a recently published Anthology of Sonnets: Phoenix Rising from the Ashes. He has recently completed a volume of poetry, The World at Large, for future publication. He is currently resident in Spain engaged in poetry translation projects.
 
 
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Conformal Mapping.Poem.Sonnet.Vera Rich(1936-2009)

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I cannot come to you without a sleep,

And travelling through sleep, I cannot know

If through one firm continuum I go.

Night is an involution which may keep

 Strange secrets, map our plane from sphere to sphere,

 And though we travel post-stage, can we swear

 Nights in strange inns preserve invariant “there”

 And “thither”? One brief day embeds our “near”.

 So, meeting, can we claim a mundane path

 Maps me to you in spatial translation?

 Rise with the dawn – however swift we run,

 Time draws its radius around each hearth,

 And hence we meet, sped by night’s transformation

 Where children dream gold lands beyond the sun.

 

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Vera Rich(1936-2009)

Educated at St Hilda’s College, Oxford and at Bedford College, London, Vera Rich, a respected science journalist and a tireless campaigner for human rights, was a fine poet. Her wits were quick, her memory prodigious and she had a wonderful sense of humour.

During the 1960’s she had three books of her own poems published, and founded the poetry magazine, Manifold. This ran with some success for 28 issues before publication was suspended in 1968, when Vera became Eastern European correspondent for the science magazine, Nature.

Once asked to translate some Ukrainian poems, she learned the language to do so. For the next three decades, she travelled extensively in eastern Europe, becoming the foremost translator of both Ukrainian and Belarusian poetry into English. She reported on the activities of dissident Soviet scientists, the Chernobyl disaster, psychiatric abuse and AIDS in the Soviet Union. Her anthology of Belarusian poetry, Like Water, Like Fire, published by UNESCO, was subsequently withdrawn under pressure from the Soviet Union.

Manifold, which she revived in 1998, regularly published foreign-language poetry with parallel text in Engtlish and, occasionally. foreign poetry untranslated. In 2006 Vera travelled to the Ukraine to receive the Ivan Franko Award for her 40 years service to the translation of Ukrainian poetry. While on a visit to the Ivan Franko Homestead she gave an emotional reading of Shevchenko’s poem “Testament”. On her next visit in 2007, she wore her medal, the Order of Princess Olha, which had been presented to her at the Ukrainian Embassy in London. Vera could fairly be described as a Ukrainian patriot, an unusual distinction for an Englishwoman.

In 2006 Vera underwent treatment for breast cancer. But she always insisted her illness was an inconvenient obstacle to her work. On 18 December 2009, her doctor advised her to go into hospital, but even then Vera gave priority to her translations. On 20 December, 2009, she died peacefully in her bed. She will be greatly missed, not least for her kindness and the support she gave to so many. Alan Flowers (UK)

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This sonnet and bibliography is pre-published with the permission of the Editor-in-chief from:

Richard Vallance, editor-in-chief. The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Anthology of sonnets of the early third millennium = Le Phénix renaissant de ses cendres : Anthologie de sonnets au début du troisième millénaire. Friesen Presse, Victoria, B.C., Canada. © 2013. approx. 240 pp. ISBN Hardcover: 978-1-4602-1700-9 Price: $28.00 Paperback: 978-1-4602-1701-6 Price: $18.00 e-Book: 978-1-4602-1702-3 Price: TBA

300 sonnets & ghazals in English, French, Spanish, German, Chinese & Persian.

30 sonnets in this anthology are to be pre-published by our permission in Poetry Life & Times (UK) which has exclusive sole rights prior to the publication of the anthology itself. Readers may also contact Richard Vallance, Editor-in-Chief, at: vallance22@gmx.com for further information.http://vallance22.hpage.com/

 

 

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The Glue That Holds Us to the Canvas. A Poem by Jim Dunlap.

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                                                     Jim Dunlap Author

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Like sparks trailing

 from a million, billion fireflies,

 a single thought

 limns a trillion suns.

 

 From the first small bonfire

 flickering across four million years,

 whose light imprints itself

 upon the canvas backdrop

 of a feckless, barely cohesive Infinity,

 the matter of man, no more than

 the past, transmogrifies the future —

 denies the import of “real” or “black”

 or any other type of matter.

 

 Yet existing, it defines the local locus

 Of now and when and how and then.

 

 The freezing cold of space

 burns like energy

 backfiring on itself.

 Somewhere,

 celestial lightshows

 flare across parsecs

 of near emptiness.

 

 Liquid oxygen fuels

 the laboring lungs

 of multitudes,

 singing out the music of the spheres,

 maestros of a trillion symphonies,

 platelets in the lifeblood of the Universe.

 

 Like a Coriolis wave that imprints itself

 upon a formless sandstorm,

 a thought burns itself

 into the very fabric

 of Eternity,

 opens like

 a budding flower,

 and initiates

 its own realities.

 

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Jim Dunlap’s poetry has been published extensively in print and online in the United States, England, France, India, Australia, Switzerland and New Zealand. His work has appeared in over 90 publications, including Potpourri, Candelabrum, Mobius, Poems Niedernasse, and the Paris/Atlantic. He was the co-editor of Sonnetto Poesia and is currently a Content Admin for Poetry Life & Times. www.facebook.com/PoetryLifeTimes He is also the chief proofreader for the On Viewless Wings Anthologies, published out of Queensland, Australia. In the past, he was a resident poet on Poetry Life & Times and the newsletter editor for seven years with the Des Moines Area Writers’ Network.

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Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (38-42) Poem. Christopher Barnes

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Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (38)

 

One frame inheriting another…

Blood on marble and white roses.

Stand-alone vampire crystallizes into a statue.

The nearest pall-bearer sucks air. Crushed urn.

 

 Froth overruns chapelry pews

Through a hinge-wrecked door –

 An ephemeral embodiment.

 

Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (39)

 

 Take No. 7

 In rubescent lamé pyjamas.

 Sabrina Roper’s is a skin-deep part,

 Moulding exposed nerves

 In the screening room.

 A moon-buffed kiss on hand.

 His Satanic Majesty simpers.

Runaway violin a bedlamite tango…

Chimps neighing over the sobs of men…

 

Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (40)

 

 The picture palace reviews

 May get off-the-beam

 About the overacting.

 Hold the focus,

 Instantaneous sunrise behind a shot –

 Costumes: the fantasia keeps time

 With a hue and cry.

 The limelit alehouse at dead of night.

 Our Stunt Co-ordinater isn’t exasperated

 By bee swarms in gusts,

 Nor the beg-hard grimace

 On Manola Dean’s hauled up face.

 

 Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (41)

 

 Fuzz on Bevan’s palms

 Flaunted as the transom’s pegged.

 Simon, the Boom Operator, tips to the left.

 Cut to…billboard puffing the movie show ‘Nosferatu’.

 

 Camera 6 whirls to Sabrina Roper

 In the ruck of a bee-keepers net.

 A schnauzer piddles in floorboards.

 

 The relinquished rocking chair teeters

 Indicating tea, sandwiches

 And a twist-ragged Script Conference.

 

Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (42)

 

 Smoke machine on a brae…

 A hog spews on moss.

 Effervescence in dirty sky.

 Disfigured colour sergeant gains time,

 Pulls out a smooth-bore.

 Snigger, incandescent flash.

 The dream is taking flesh.

 Drumroll on soundtrack – mental note.

 The regular steps of the fait accompli

 May be fair-weather, deleted.

 

 

 Christopher Barnes, UK. Some bio details…

 

In 1998 I won a Northern Arts writers award.  In July 200 I read at Waterstones bookshop to promote the anthology ‘Titles Are Bitches’.  Christmas 2001 I debuted at Newcastle’s famous Morden Tower doing a reading of my poems.  Each year I read for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival and I partake in workshops.  2005 saw the publication of my collection LOVEBITES published by Chanticleer Press, 6/1 Jamaica Mews, Edinburgh.

On Saturday 16Th August 2003 I read at the Edinburgh Festival as a Per Verse poet at LGBT Centre, Broughton St.

 I also have a BBC web-page www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/gay.2004/05/section_28.shtml and http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/videonation/stories/gay_history.shtml (if first site does not work click on SECTION 28 on second site.

Christmas 2001 The Northern Cultural Skills Partnership sponsored me to be mentored by Andy Croft in conjunction with New Writing North.  I   made a radio programme for Web FM community radio about my writing group.  October-November 2005, I entered a poem/visual image into the art exhibition The Art Cafe Project, his piece Post-Mark was shown in Betty’s Newcastle.  This event was sponsored by Pride On The Tyne.  I made a digital film with artists Kate Sweeney and Julie Ballands at a film making workshop called Out Of The Picture which was shown at the festival party for Proudwords, it contains my poem The Old Heave-Ho.  I worked on a collaborative art and literature project called How Gay Are Your Genes, facilitated by Lisa Mathews (poet) which exhibited at The Hatton Gallery, Newcastle University, including a film piece by the artist Predrag Pajdic in which I read my poem On Brenkley St.  The event was funded by The Policy, Ethics and Life Sciences Research Institute, Bio-science Centre at Newcastle’s Centre for Life.  I was involved in the Five Arts Cities poetry postcard event which exhibited at The Seven Stories children’s literature building.  In May I had 2006 a solo art/poetry exhibition at The People’s Theatre why not take a look at their website http://ptag.org.uk/whats_on/gallery/recent_exhbitions.htm

The South Bank Centre in London recorded my poem “The Holiday I Never Had”; I can be heard reading it on www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=18456

REVIEWS: I have written poetry reviews for Poetry Scotland and Jacket Magazine and in August 2007 I made a film called ‘A Blank Screen, 60 seconds, 1 shot’ for Queerbeats Festival at The Star & Shadow Cinema Newcastle, reviewing a poem…see www.myspace.com/queerbeatsfestival  On September 4 2010, I read at the Callander Poetry Weekend hosted by Poetry Scotland.  I have also written Art Criticism for Peel and Combustus Magazines.

 

 

 

 

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