3 lost poems by TIM STALEY

THE TAKE OUT I paddle the kayaks back to the boathouse.  First the sea yak with it’s great tracking Then the little yellow one for children And finally the two small blue ones Good for racing because they’re equally handicapped.  Now the sailboat’s just a dingly, I lost the sail when i capsized.  I swim […]

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REYLEAN LUCERO ~ WALLY WORLD

WALLY WORLD In the flower pencil I write. Writing while im drifting away. Drifting away to the tulip field, I dont like tulips. Though the fragrant is more beautiful then the tulip, Roses are more my style Roses I find at the store with the blue name The store that is solid for everything, To […]

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WINNING POEMS FROM THE 3rd ANNUAL KAREN TRUJILLO TEEN POETRY CONTEST ~ LAS CRUCES, NM ~2024

HONORABLE MENTION – Michael Taylor Utah GirlsI wanna be more disciplined and responsiblePissing off a mountain into a riverYour watermelon can’t believe, approve, or understand your behavior and he is very upsetGrumpy man with with a tan, sitting in a lawn chair in a blizzard, Coca-Cola in hand, upsidedown, drinking his magazineMy teacher told me […]

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BOB MCNEIL – Metered Billing

Metered Billing Even the moon rues  its union with the Earth. Inch by inch,  at the rate of a fingernail’s growth, it’s creating ways to glide away the same way we would when someone sneezes  around our space.  But can you find that object’s decision objectionable?   It gave us turning tides, romantic nights,  mythos, poems,  […]

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POETRY: LET THE GROUND BREATHE WITH YOU – Jennifer Lothrigel

Let The Ground Breathe With You

Let the ground breathe with you,
not in opposition.

On my morning run
I pass by two elderly women
walking with their canes.
Scent of timeless roses.

Let the ground breathe with you,
not in opposition.

Dew drops line the center of aloe leaves,
the sweat on my unwashed morning skin,
has collected in the center of my chest−
still heavy with last night’s dreams;
I searched all night through alternative realities
for my drunk husband.Let the ground breathe with you.
not in opposition.

A man walks by with his dog,
pants under his breath
“It’s harder uphill, isn’t it.”

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