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Poem These hands were made for pointingpointing to stars, and askingthese eyes were made for pointingpointing to skies, and baskingin the answers on the questionsto the thoughtsof sight, sound, and tastesuch aswhy send young lives to the slaughter?there’s still starsto gaze- it’s such a waste these hands were made for holding holding baby, bright andContinue reading “Point, hold, dream”

Poem Chased too far from the garden welcome to the neon town veiny streets where blood clots hardenprogress won’t be broken down the waters churning plastic cities breathe with iron lungsmeta’s the new monastic chanting maledictions in tongueshand held distractionsping, vibrate and lighthuman interactions made on gigabyte the poppy seedsthat grow in pockets basic humanContinue reading “The origin physique”

Poem I just care, a lot.I can barely bear it.Baring it all,I feel I’m notin my natural habitat.I lack the wherewithalto fightthe internalpelting frost.Bearing it all,turns me into a snowballpacked tightand meltingslowly lost. It can be difficult.- I can be difficult. In a state of tumult.I don’t mean to be grizzlyif my mood is black.WhenContinue reading “Care Bear”

A poem They say you can’t be in two places at once … but, here I am, in this poem, narrating, coexisting with my half-witted, half-hung-over self, writing in half-baked-prose, wholly-cogitating over the clogged sink, woefully ruminating, thick as I think, imitating a mind, and lips, moving in sync,Im alright, mate. Liar. This is yourContinue reading “Poem by Amy G. Dala”

A poem Standing tall among my kind breathing deep the sun that shineswind, lifting limbs – unconscious mindthe slow dance of the pinesthe buzz that wakes me from belowfells me in the throes of youth humans singing let it snow wounds severed by the sawtooth with sap still sticky on their handsthey mount me inContinue reading “Crucified”

A poem She waitedelegant limbs furnishing the lobbymusical heels behind the concierge He heardthe tuneful doves ambient coosaturated with charm, hovering expresso She lounged pristine pool water fighting wild fires sun dappled skin scintillated with richesHe readfull and brazenly basking in kindling rays admiring the architectural beneficence She atealone, ai frutti di mare in theContinue reading “Una vacanza romantica”

First poem of the year First days hop by like jumping frogs pen sits as stone club between fingerslimbs lie heavy as sleeping logswhere the smell of flash powder lingers how many pills must one swallowto cure this poets ache strummed forth by the lyre of Apolloink slithers the page as a snakechaotic are EnglishContinue reading “Eurydice”

A poem Firework feet out the doorKeys tight in jeans, no janglesSplash of aftershave and a bit moreHair brushed neat, no tanglesReady to cut holes in the dance floorBoots making shapes, all angles “Happy New Year!” Over, they pour, Sky, reflecting eyes, with spangles. © Darius the Mate 31-12-2021 Wordplay Pathway https://nicecissist.blog

A poem He was lonelybut it was painless January came silently in the night a carbon monoxide libido pill to kill any drive he had left Women spooked himFebruary was scary he, awkward as a bad wig secluded himself to work from homewith the ghost of Valentine roses March marched in, goose steppinghe feared theContinue reading “A trip around the sun”

A fictional poem, in a non-fictional world 1.Days dropped away -a countdownin maddening mid December running toward some prophesied narrative where everyone is grateful in my naivety I had come to think that meant in my heart, toobut, the nativity of another unwanted child-hood trauma re-emergingrears its bald and bloody headwinter had been generous, howeverContinue reading “There are days gone, and days to come”

A poem Contains distressing content, with reference to consent. Five digits on the wheelfive fiddling on his phonetexting, as he drove the white on white Ferrari, he got on loanhe rode in to save her broad shouldered, lofty upon his fair horse she was alone, drinking to celebratethe annulment of her second divorce leaning spearpointsContinue reading “Conqueror”