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I welcome poems because of love, poems that chain themselves to the syllabus, secret poems buried in glassy sand.



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so doctrine unpicked the seams of a star







In the Window - Don’t look see me need. Go. Settle. Walk on. By past. Don’t. Call.

- Look see pink strutin skin lots. Swish swack elbow knee shoulder chest out. Side to side. Smilin. Knowin, her performin act. Enough light to set a fire who wouldn’t wanna. Light for dark. Go, see the show. Upliftin Betty.


- Empty eye, nothing stupor, perch window, framed. Tree rose children. Him. Only.


- Eye big askance. Inside out.

Maybe.

Drape.

Close.



Neila Mezynski 






Spiros Kitsinelis   DESIRE

Atlantis
Demeter, reveal the blossomed land,
the cold has lasted far too long,
and Persephone is never coming back.
Clear the skies almighty Zeus,
you promised light and music to your son.
Tame the waves Poseidon,
make them sparkle in the sun.
Aeolus calm the winds,
help me find my way Hermes,
for they are taking me away from Atlantis




Author: Gonzalo Salesky gonzalosalesky.blogspot.com

You Will Be

You will be breath of sea, you will be nostalgia When your mouth leaves and does not return. You will be my breeze when the wind drops, You will be fire beyond words. You will be the sky, void of my pages, And the prayer to announce my departure When the pain, this world and our life Take everything and leave me nothing.

Harlequins
As harlequins in the wind Your laugh flies with me. It envelops me and rises in mid autumn, Makes me grow and mature in silence. Maybe it grows dark for some But, my love, only your love is enough for me To reach eternal paradise in life, To be able to daydream of your eyes, And so to forget, amongst all, those tears.

Omen

I know that in life, no matter how, Fire is always extinguished by day. Night is short when winter looms, Time cures and heals wounds. To stop talking is not good medicine; I know the harbinger of light and agony Is being fulfilled, no matter when it arrives, Perhaps it is near and finds you asleep. You will not see it coming even if it is announced, Do you know how sweet and frivolous is this expectation? Because very soon you will emerge, it will be so easy Like coming full circle.




Dust and Water

Soon the night will come. You will succeed to leave the labyrinth. There are a lot of masks and it is true That we are nothing but dust and water. The earth is waiting for us. Defend me from the wind and from the scythe That will cut me in better times. Southwards, at noon, I shall be free Just like the sun that rises every morning.


I believe

Just like the snow on the sea, I‘m crying. I am tired of waiting... And it is not in vain. Every sign of your voice, Every smile in your hair, Every tear, your cross, Every image in the sky. I fear everything might move away, That what scares us might increase, I fear that, more and more each time, You might become more and more remote. My time gets closer, I‘ve danced with the enemy But it will never be late To learn from my mistakes. I still feel that I didn‘t feel. But I believe in what I cannot see, I believe in my dreams. I believe everything is coming back to life, That it won‘t be easy if I don‘t try. That it could become real If I have faith in what I am, In what I‘ve given you, in what I‘ve been. If I trust what I have. Every sign of your cross, Every tear in your hair, Every smile in your voice Our reflection in the sky… I think that everything is true, I feel increasingly less pain.


On Leaving

I still think it is better to leave Instead of watching wornout echoes. The high forehead, the intact heart, My fading soul, a fountain with no coins. The gray and senseless ashtray, The yesterday glasses full of absence... Having repeated the tour again and again, I begin to feel how the desert fills me. The hourglass has slowed and It will be the sea who heals my promises. I will draw my dreams again and again Whenever necessary, on leaving.



Shining Path




  to demolition




Jellybean wings beat, rippling cadence:

summer pestilence in all but disguise.

Yours was not so sublime,

pride in warpaint, that macho declaration

that grinds you into society.



Too entrenched in abuse to appreciate the

magnitude of open doors;

entire households of olive trees, given over to

unopened palms, too busy collecting, collating

the tragedy of memories.

                                        Sabotage love,

quell eager mouths, that need fed answers,

only regurgitate to dumb nest-creatures.



Nestle in the warmth of their forever following,

mistreated branches to build your wattle,

solidified, impenetrable by silent weeping.



This sad solicitation of blood letting,

meagre in scope to moral devastation,

encompassed in a scar on the butterfly’s wing.

Bio

Based in N
orthern Irel
and Geraldine O'Kane has been writing
 poetry for over 10 years, 
she has had several
 poems published in local magazine's and online 
e-zine's, Black Cat 
Poems, Speech 
Th
erapy and Allo Trope. She has previously been p
art of a local writing group at
 the Craic Th
eatre and has performed some of her work in
 local Theatre
s and the Du
ngannon Bor
ough Council Arts Festival. Her poetry is mo
stly inspired by observation and the human condition and emotion. She is curre
ntly wor
king full-time 
for a national newspaper and is currently studying for her degree.
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