TABLE OF CONTENTS - POETRY, page 2

Dreamtime Rhyme - Ed Glomski
Haiku and Ssenryu - Kay Lindgren
The Poetry of the Betrayed - Ed Glomksi
Shun - Ed Glomski
Is it? - Paul Nachbar
Prophets, Poets and Sages - Ed Glomski
From Here I Can See - Daniel Phillips
Three Selves For C, C, S and A - Paul Nachbar
Dawn - Paul Nachbar
A Breeze Murmurs - Thom Hadley
My Eyes Are Salty - Thom Hadley
They Know Better - Paul Nachbar
Sonnet Series For C - Paul Nachbar
Haiku - Kay Lindgren
Haiku Collection - Michael Zerger
Haiku - Ngoc Nguyen
Haiku Sequence- Thom Hadley
Haiku Sequence - Jonathan Marin

Dreamtime Rhyme - Ed Glomski

Melodies and memories,
Honeybees and Cherrytrees,
Azure skies and applepies,
Btterflies and lullabies,
Ice cream dreams of silver streams,
Candlelights on summer nites,
sailing ships, soft lips,
The stars above and the one I love.

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Haiku and Senryu - Kay Lindgren

Eavesdropping shadow
in mid fall grabs window sill,
hangs on for dear life.

Fluorescent flutter ...
flamboyant flamingo flock
fleeing Florida.

Ants on forked grass blade
enter, exit, merge ... rush hour ...
expressway traffic.

Clouds come down to earth -
tumbleweed under my bed:
Dust cats chase dust mice.

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The Poetry of the Betrayed - Ed Glomksi

On the surface,
The Poetry of the betrayed
Is always some somber shade,
Such as slate.
Blue surrounds it,
In similar shades,
Like some sullen shadow,
While red treads behind,
Bleeding from the back.

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Shun - Ed Glomski

Shun the one
That has no
Sensitivity,
For literature, music,
dance, or art or poetry,
For he has no
Inner harmony,
And he
Is an Anti- Christ,
and the,
Killer of our creativity.,
Man's most Godlike quality.

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Is it? - Paul Nachbar

Is it that you not I represent realities
Or are both of us just stuck
In endless cultural banalities?

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Prophets, Poets and Sages - Ed Glomski

Through history's halls,
Unchanging truths,
Echo across the ages.
For one and all,
The masters' works
Express them in their pages.
The washing waves of written words
Of prophets poets and sages,
Release the truth which echo back
And ring across the ages.

Listen today,
The prophets speak
From pages much foraken.
Hear what they say,
Break from your sleep,
To purity awaken.
Oh, woesome world, so stuck on self,
And pleasures to be taken.
You cannot reach for purity
The prophets are forsaken.

Can you not hear?
Now poets speak
In woven words of wonder.
Open your ears,
Extend yourselves
And feel their verses thunder.
Oh, wretched souls, you cannot feel,
Life's woes have cast you under.
They've dulled your sensitivity
And killed you sense of wonder.

Draw close to me
Now sages speak,
Great wisdom they are teaching.
Their minds are free,
Forever now,
Simplicity they're preaching.
Fools discontent, who listen not,
For treasures keep on reaching.
With no taste for simplicity,
Nor sages nor their teaching.

From far and near,
There are a few,
Who've listened through the ages.
And we can hear,
You noble ones,
Who've blessed us with your pages
Your washing waves of worthy words
Your prophets, poets and sages:
Do echo truths which we will love
And sing across the ages.

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From Here I Can See - Daniel Phillips

from here I can see
not one thing but plenty
the specter of the past
blinks silently on
the burning lemon going
to the other side of town
the ebony tanker glinters by
from here I can see
this and more
I can see the figures
on the shore
I can see the dehydrated
river moving along
but there is something
I cannot see
it is not under or beneath
it is here and there
it causes the grass to shake
and the trees to ache
it is always here
but not always there

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Three Selves For C, C, S and A

Is there a self in you?
Yes there is a self in me.
I mean, I think.

Beneath all the history
The testing
The education
The participation
The garments
Beneath all the skin
Beneath all the wants and needs
The quantities and qualities
The happiness and unhappiness
The entertainment
The behaviors
The development
THe changes
The advice
Beneath all the pros and cons
The health and sickness
The points of view
The possessions or lack of them
The news that's fit to print
The news that's not fit to print
The just laws
The unjust laws
Beneath all the arguments
The evaluations
The diagnoses
Beneath all that you came from
All that is around you
Wherever you are going
What everybody said
What I said
What he said what she said
It is well scary
Think about it/Don't think about it
Last night it was several selves
It was well scary
Think about it/Don't think about it

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Dawn - Paul Nachbar

It is a sad place I know this world
And sometimes it seems as if everybody
Is trying to teach me something new here
I soak up sadness like a sponge
And cannot spit it out entirely..

Still I have always had food on the table
Still I have always had a job
I have had the leisure time to endlessly measure my own psyche
Whatever that really is...
Still I have not had to feed six mouths on nothing.
Was this me and my own choices or was this circumstance?
I don't know. Probbly mostly circumstances
The world I guess forgives mostly
Or somehow doesn't really care.Mostly

This morning I was sad until the dawn
And looking out my window and seeing,
As if this were for my eyes only,
The black silhouettes of buildings across the street,
The streaks of blue above that
And the endless billowing salmon clouds,
Flecked with more and more blue, dark grey and black
Above the horizon.
Who cares if these colors were mostly dust?
It cheered me up amidst the sadness.
I shall attempt to remember this

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A Breeze Murmurs - Thom Hadley

A breeze murmurs through the field

   a gust springs up
  
      tousling blossoms, bending stems

         the season-change is unsettled

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My Eyes Are Salty - Thom Hadley

My eyes are salty, my chest is tight

   to fully comprehend these voices, this humanity...

      'tis all too much to take in

         but I gulp, I heave, I breathe it in

         surfacing, bursting into sunlight

                    I am set free!

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They Know Better - Paul Nachbar

They know better
And you know that it is true
Everything was ruined
Just because of you;

They know better
And you're not worth your salt
You saw some small and minor theme
But not the whole gestalt;

They know better
What's right and what was wrong
Far better if you had
Just sung some simple song;

They know better
The ones who have it all
You've known such fundamental facts
Since you were oh so small;

They know better
It's you who lacked the guts
And these are facts self-evident
But why are THEY so nuts???

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Sonnet Series For C - Paul Nachbar

There's nothing on the menu that seems pleasing
There's nothing that I'd really like to do
You say it's hot, I say it's nearly freezing
I say it's old although you claim brand new
Perhaps these things are merely our opinions
Perhaps these things are mainly minor truth
All seems constructed mainly for the minions
I merely mope and contemplate my youth
Perhaps I'm spoiled and wanted too much profit
When most would have just toughened out the loss
One grabs another hat and simply doffs it
Who really sought to be a Major Boss?
We doused our dreams with vinegar and honey
And some emerged with glamor and much money.

There's nothing in this schedule that seems pleasing
There's nothing that I really want to see
I contemplate my coughing and my sneezing
Perhaps I've caught another allergy?
Ideas sometimes just filter up from college
The times we thought perhaps that we could think
Our path through muck to some important knowledge
Which wasn't simply vast amounts of ink?
These days such thoughts seem quaint and sentimental
Life seems to be a thing which "happens" to us all
Our say in things completely incidental
A gasp or laugh before our final fall
We hide such darkness from our friends and neighbors
The bitter fruit of accidental labors.

There's nothing in the market that seems pleasing
THere's nothing that I really want to view
My mind in neutral gear somewhat diseasing
Those pills will help, yes, this is nothing new
I'd want to say some brilliant things to change this
This cycle found in nature or the stars
Some clever notion that will somehow arrange this
This sense of being in a world not ours
The doctor says I would not understand it
The lawyer says I could not hope to sue
The broker says I never will command it
The minister that here is nothing new
I'd want to find some novel way of dying
Or falling short of that, of loving you.

There's nothing in this place that seems quite pleasing
There's nothing here I gladly would consume
I say it's hot you say that it is freezing
We cannot find one Truth in the whole room
Your skin is cool, my mind is always reeling
My skin is warm, your touch is always sweet
And both of us feel guilty for the dealing
One does to pay the rent and what to eat
Yes, no one said that this life would be easy
Ah, no one said that it would be a dream
My heart has sunk to depths quite sick and sleazy
Escape perhaps the only thing I scheme
We lay here dark in bitter disappointment
And here there is no magic spell or ointment.

There's nothing on this menu that seems pleasing
I fear that both of us shall simply fade
Our appetites for everything decreasing
Us stragglers from that bittersweet parade
Were we quite real or merely sentimental?
Was I some novel thing or just a bore?
No major truth will flash down from the Temple
I feel most like an ordinary whore
The world is harsh and none of us are perfect
The world is dark and none of us endure
It is a place I always find confusing
And as I age, I find it ever more
Who here is used and who is really using
Who knows now just what anything is for?

There's nothing here that I would find appealing
It is a sadness in me since my birth
A world that' s sick with falseness and with dealing
In part of me, I damn all of this earth
I ask you this, do such thoughts make me evil?
Or merely just an ordinary fool?
Do you imagine I'm some major devil
Or else some minor dropout from life's school?
I'm blind and deaf and dumb and filled with worry
I'm sick and thick and doomed and not much fun
THe rest seem bound to leave us in a hurry
Here are battles nobody has won
Alas, I fear, I'm simply mediocre
And by my great ambitions are undone.

There's nothing on this diet that is pleasing
There's nothing here that I would want to eat
About this place I'm just an ill wind breezing
All reeks of some anonymous defeat
I cannot do a thing for anybody
I cannot do a thing to save my soul
My fantasies are foul and merely shoddy
Some demon here devours me full and whole
I cannot hope here for a single answer
I cannot count here on a single prayer
I am an oaf, I am no spirit dancer
And impotent, I stroke your long dark hair
Perhaps all this was drama about nothing
Beneath our forms, there was nobody there?

You too a Paul and I am a C********
Although these new conclusions are quite odd
Perhaps we're doomed..ah, things we cannot alter
Except I guess through consequence of God?
And I am lonely for your dark complaining
And I am lonely for your simple truth
Alas, in this some fear is always draining
Some poison in my mind that's quite uncouth
We must be mad, we must be simply crazy
There's always other people who come in
I beat myself, I've been so very lazy
The point of life, they told me, was to win
I do not know here all that I am doing
Ah some get screwed and some are mainly screwing.

There's nothing in this world that seems quite pleasing
There's nothing here that I would want to do
Alas, I am just vacantly caressing
The silhouette my mind perceives of you
My heart is dead, my mind bereft of passion
My soul is lost, my body just a wreck
Each word I say is merely just a ration
Some sentiment to save somebody's neck
I am deep down the ultimate attorney
I argue for the devil and for God
Fun games for travellers upon their journey
Who cares in such what's even or what's odd?
My love is nil I simply am a phony
About as real as plastic macaroni.

I write such things which really do not matter
I write such stuff which really is just lies
Yes life is real and promises will shatter
Upon the viewing of some other's thighs
It really isn't terribly important
I thought I meant something I just cannot claim
I said here that I never would desert you
It was some sin in me that was to blame
I am a man of awful reputation
I do not have the best intentions, dear
IT's probably true, I did not mean to hurt you
But lust is always ready and quite near
I tried to hope , it really doesn't matter
Alas, each dream will fall apart and shatter.

Well, if you are Paul and I am a C********
It doesn't mean a thing and that's the joke
We're in our traps and nothing here can alter:
It was the will of many other folk.
I am a simple failure as a person
I think you that this is all I am
The government behind me is disbursing
I lead my life as if "well, who knows when?"
The world it doesnt' care for such great glories
Not now or in the future or back then
The news contains so many awful stories
Ah, death is always waiting with that grin
Outside, I think are all the morning glories
Inside it's only suffering and sin.

The truth here is I played you like a piano
The truth here is that I am a man of naught
The truth here is I am the sickest madman
Who jsut resists all things that all men ought
The truth here is that these things are just a freakshow
The truth here is that we are simply freaks
We cave into each other out of sickness
And there is nothing more in coming weeks
The truth here is that it's better working
Not thinking of these vast unlikely dreams
The truth here is that all is simply nothing
A farce of small and empty minor schemes
A clownish dance of sick and desperate badness
Amidst the grim parade of constant madness.

There's nothing in this spot that I would love now
There's nothing I would really want to hear
The world is flat without too much above now
ANd death is always something fairly near
Perhaps it's true the two of us are playing
At games no human really can quite win
Though vulgar thought will claim we are delaying
The two of us not innocent of sin
But why on earth would we call such things sinful?
When sex is just as common as the air
Alas of pain I've had more than an armful
I sit confused while gnarling at my hair
Nothing in this says anything important
Except some private matter not quite fair.

Who cares what happens really in the end, dear?
Except that things are practical as straw
You've had your sex and know it wasn't rape, dear
There's little now that goes agaisnt the law
Well, some will say you are naive and simple
And others say I'm verbal and quite bad
It is as if one popped a minor pimple
Although I'd not too soon become a dad.
ANd you would not too soon become a mom, dear
It really isnt' something that could be
Perhaps the two of us are only playing
A common scene of human misery
Of course the new technology protects us
Yet somehow here our conscience, well...dissects us.

I shall write a hundred billion times
That I am just a shnook
I have written now ten thousand lines
But did not grasp my book
It is these words which lighten up the darkness in the heart
It's not that I just ruminate or spew some useless art
I end this record of our dialogues
Though knowing this is not all
Forgiving all OUR monologues
Before OUR final fall
Without much fuss, without amends
Prince Paul meet Princess C********
I hope that we are always friends
(muttering to self: shnook, idiot, fool, dope, jerk etc)

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Haiku - Kay Lindgren

Fall's scarlet letters
spell poetic fever, then
go out in a blaze.

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Haiku Collection - Michael Zerger

Fall's scarlet ladies
dancing in gutters, hoping
they'll be picked up.

Fall's forlorn fallen,
painted victims of chance, they
beckon me to dance.

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Haiku - Ngoc Nguyen

Fungus among us,
Is here and real obvious—
Like dead rot and pus.

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Haiku Sequence- Thom Hadley

lyric splashes cry
sets are great: five of fivers
sentience opens eyes

leaves burn /Gaia's musk
Thor's breath shivers silver sheaves
stoke the fire, snug up

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Haiku Sequence - Jonathan Marin

Great apple orchards,
White as winter in springtime --
The farmers set hives.

Lakes of white blossoms -
Passing drivers think they're snow.
The bees know better.

Little children see
Trees all powdered with sugar.
The bees make it true.

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