Meditation Poems
on my back, looking up
by Rikske Kessner
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
......
I Loved The Love - Alexis Karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
I loved the love and i still love of it,
because it's a light break in endless darkness,
the lake that awaits you on the desert,
the rose that cannot wither,
the warm nest of birds.
Love, between hello and goodbye
we never are alone.
Ego
by Ali Abdullah
She’s tricky
She undermines your progress
Suggesting things based on what you’re weak about
You realize in her absence it was all nonsense
*****
She attacks you, she protects you
She distract you with things you don’t need
Just to get herself stronger
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The Coronation of Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was next witnessed
Through the eyes of a coquettish October,
The somnolent month that spreads fast its
Mat of diffused pleasure.
And should there be a tendril pulse,
Let it hammer the flesh of youth, who
Witnessed through the eye of a dream
The hasty coronation of Autumn —
The crowning of promises belching
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Eyes of the Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the face of an early morning drizzle,
On a fireside earth-throne,
I sit and summon thoughts.
The firewood, red with the suppressed anger of
Smouldering fire,
Crackles constantly
Amid the paying of wages of serenity.
Thoughts and fascination cringe
My breath now pulsated by the throbs of wanton
......
on my back, looking up
by Rikske Kessner
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
......
Magnolia
by T. Caddy
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
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I Wonder~
by Besa Dede
Monotony of days this life is.
I am always in awe from it.
Will it ever be worth anything?
Would it ever change a little bit? ...
Towards the Core of Silence
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Away from pesky leeches and from
Broken, sad walls,
I strive towards the centre.
Voices are hidden from fallen, spavined horses,
And echoes draped in robes of
Mutiny fly past.
The centre retains the pith of silence.
Heart-murmurs celebrate the only known
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Eyes of the Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the face of an early morning drizzle,
On a fireside earth-throne,
I sit and summon thoughts.
The firewood, red with the suppressed anger of
Smouldering fire,
Crackles constantly
Amid the paying of wages of serenity.
Thoughts and fascination cringe
My breath now pulsated by the throbs of wanton
......
