Peteskid also comes to us from Michigan ...

which is, evidently, a hotbed of poetic abilities.   He can be reached at (PKPoetry)@hotmail.com .

(Remove the parentheses of course), and can be found here:

http://allpoetry.com/Peteskid

now, on to the poem --

moving waters

Rivers hold stories,

traces of things done.

Toes in muddied silt

lovers on shore,

rise and fall of cities;

patience teaching child

to swim.

Swirling around 

fallen limbs, trunks

seeming souls of forest greatness 

now left to hide minnows from big fish,

reaching river grown greatness.

Calm waters make lazy days, 

slowing to wait a bit 

for use of sun and breezes

when words make music

and soft eyes forget flowing streams;

and rivers know these things

but keep silence, holding

secrets like melted soil

and pieces of leafy sunshine;

all those noisy murmurs 

and happy squeals of life, there 

roaming beneath the glassy top

of moving waters.

Do check him out.  

Nicole Hanna, from Michigan, USA ...

can be found here:   

 

http://allpoetry.com/Nicole%20Hanna

Midnight. Bedtime. Deliverance.

tal-like

curled in the warm lips of sheets-

the cracked mouth of at least seven

dark Arabians swaddled, a camel caravan

three days deep in the desert. The center

in its palm, struggling and wet,

hefted as a Jupiter mount

below the left index.

The static of my house coat sparks

like May, its last great lightning, and the moon

beckoning one flesh to one flesh.

I am serious

when I say: let's strip off our clothes

pull at my hair and your hair like long

coconut fibers. Lean into me, subside

in my skin, hook your fingers

in my swift and flowing water.

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A.J. Morelli, from New York City, New York, USA ...

with a new way to state a truisim.    You can find here:   

http://allpoetry.com/AJ%20Morelli

the grinding wheel

 

 

 

the dark air fills
with points
of light
thrown from
the grinding wheel

smell of rising smoke
and stars
and everything it steals

blinding light,
transforming heat

the single lesson plain

when something
touches something else

neither stays
the same

 

Check him out.   All visitors welcome.

Di is shy, so we have no last name ...

but she's known as masterblaster on Allpoetry.com:

http://allpoetry.com/masterblaster

Walk Gently Through Your Mind

That narrow path we walk within our mind,

We often feel we're swaying on the edge.

We seek alternatives, and hope to find

Solutions that will keep us on that ledge.

Each day we know we're wrestling with time

That battle that we fight, we fight alone,

We often pass from silly to sublime,

To wonder, if our sanity has flown.

The mind is like a river, it must flow,

The constant problems often raise a dam,

But strength and courage down it blow by blow,

We use them to the last and dwindling gram.

Walk gently through your mind,and do not fear,

For many times we're harsh, and too severe.

Drop by and check her out.   She writes marvelous sonnets.     ;)

Today we have Ryan Wicks, New York, USA ...

also known as ryanosauruswrecks on Allpoetry.com.  You can find him here: http://allpoetry.com/RyanosaurusWrecks#

Switches

Externally, the reactions are fluid

Synapses collapse with inward movements

Soothing condolences from glands undiscovered

Just cover the pain derived from another

Excretion of rivers to expose the issue

But dexterity is developed to utilize boxed tissues

Making shopping list complete, ending with chocolates

Salivating through dentals commences with talks of it

Noticing edging on hardwood floors

Unaware of testosterone when slamming doors

Payment for labor delivers you to the teller

Wishing you could tell her the definition of stellar

Endorphins commanding the pain of sharp blotter

When getting inked to pay tribute to Father

Speaking and reading, listening and demanding

Bi-lingual, uni-lateral, omnipotent, and branded.

Come check him out.

Robin Ouzman Hislop is co editor of Poetry Life and Times ..

with his Spanish wife and poet Amparo Arospide. He lives in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, UK, much of his work these days and further information can be found at 

www.poetrylifeandtimes.com/current.html, 

a bi-monthly online poetry ezine, submissions welcome.

Naomi Draw His Eyes

Naomi draw his eyes away.
He thought, as he sat there,
Before you with his lyre,
In the light of your golden hair.

He saw his shadow to the fire
Fleet & fly on flame like lightning
Struck. Naomi draw his eyes
Away, lay his head to rest,

Upon your honey dewy breast.
He is your lover, beloved & king,
Yet self has strange dreams to revile,
So lead him on to his sepulchral isle.

Check him out by visiting Poetry Life & Times.

A cogent and powerful poem from David Barnes ...

of Perth, Australia, and webmaster of Numbat Poetry Journal, previously known as Poetry Down Under.  Many of us will remember some really powerful and exquisite poetry published on that site back in the 90's and into the new Millennium.  

 

The Poet 

                  "Paints on parchment".

         
          words that I read echoed, resonated within
        
  kindled fires, awakened emotions

           suppressed buried

                   I reached out a child seeking to touch a star

           the intensity-consonance of the language drew me

a moth to flames

           For within those words emerged a picture etched

on the canvas of my soul

           and I knew I had to paint.

© debarnes August 1999.

® Revised January 2008 18th

_______________________________

David and his journal can be found here:

www.aceonline.com.au/~db/numbat/pdu/frames/frame_menu_numbat.html

Do stop by and take a look.