Woman, or: Beautiful

Poetry Partners #165 'Black and Beautiful', a poem by Irobiko Chimezie Kingsley of 'MEZIESBLOG' If you must lie to me, Maria, please try not to cry Smile like a child and wipe my tears like blind Bartimaeus Should you trip and fall off a cliff, spread your wings and fly Sing a sweet song and… Continue reading Woman, or: Beautiful

REBLOG: ‘Immortality’ by Filipa Moreira Da Cruz

Poem: Death will never tear us apart You belong to that special category You are everywhere Your voice is in my mind Always Your wise advice are dancing in my brain Faultless Your sweet hug keeps me company All the time Memories will be my best friend No matter what Your body is weak and… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Immortality’ by Filipa Moreira Da Cruz

Father, or: Cure

An American sentence: Treating and bandaging my wounds is my parental priority. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing the… Continue reading Father, or: Cure

Fateful, or: Not this

An Arkquain Swirl our fateful first meeting rewrote our lives circumstances were such that I was privileged; the first of your parents to meet you in person; my distraction was due to concern for Mama's well-being after your birth; so, that privilege was totally lost on me~ I was wondering whether we were two or… Continue reading Fateful, or: Not this

The Helipad, or: Creativity forms verses

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they continued their journey together; Sangeetha came up with a fun… Continue reading The Helipad, or: Creativity forms verses

REBLOG: ‘One Cup’ by Karima Hoisan

Poem: For My Family in Jordan Harsh lands bring soft embraces, Here we all drink from one cup. Before we put our share to our mouths, We make sure there is enough. Oven winds bake a glaze on my face, While dry eyes squint to the sky. Two leathered hands sift Martian sands, I can’t… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘One Cup’ by Karima Hoisan

Breakup, or: Breakdown

One year older and one hundred years more experienced than he, she broke up with her then-boyfriend who was in his mid-twenties; and he thought: "Well, I'll give her one good try," as Harry Chapin once famously sang; she patronized him for months, for he was one year younger and one hundred years less experienced… Continue reading Breakup, or: Breakdown

The road to hell, or: Blinded by love

A reverse double 'Tetractys' Love is no less likely to hurt than heal; the road to hell is paved with purest love. Hell's walking a tightrope, blinded by love; one bound to such relationships knows hell. W3 poetry prompt This reverse double 'Tetractys' poem was written for D. Avery's W3 poetry prompt: Write a ‘Tetractys’; A… Continue reading The road to hell, or: Blinded by love