Poems 2016

 

That Song

 

Where's the song I remember? The one

we all knew, at least some of us did.

From radios on beaches, flowing out car

windows and down hallways and playing its tune.

The song bridled a sweetness to the air,

a message of words, a rhythm where

fingers tapped and heads nodded.

Like life, things fade. Memories grow thin

along with friends and family. But the song

should remain.  Claiming new ground, new

generations, fostering a purity of seasons,

Like i remember when I first heard that song.

 

Roger G. Singer

 

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Do You Know a House?

 

The fence doors parted sideways

to the soundof my car horn;

the house ready to present my art.

 

A craftsman hammer, taken from my tool box,

shatters six windows around the house.

 

A Craftsman nail gun fires twenty nails at the front door,

twenty more at the left side wall,

and another twenty at the right side.

It doesn't bleed real blood

nor do I hear aches of pain,

but the house tells me

It is human.

 

 

David Henandez

 

 

 

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ROGER SINGER

 

DOORS

 

Fair Winds, the pause of between,

Ruffle the edges of canvas awnings.

 

The sound of course linen being formed,

into small waves, resemble incoming

tides into shorelines celebrating morning

 

The door tumbles within minutes, creating

hours of hope with the sense something good

will happen. The manicured thoughts we cultivate

wait patiently for the map

of our feet layout directions like a

panting yet to be started. Cautius shadows

act as windows to advise without consent.

 

Every door has a face. Opening them

takes courge. Choosing requires wisdom.   

 

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I Watch the Clouds

 

The writer left his dead body behind

to become a wandering spirit

in search of the famous heaven.

 

In his ethereal form,

he searched the blue sky,

passing parting clouds,

and a sea of clouds,

content with flying free.

 

David Hernandez

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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