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WHERE PHOTONS SKIP

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2019-04-10 00:03

I walked into a mirrored box
and there and there and there I was
images entrapped without locks
reflections bouncing without pause.

Images stacked up to eternity
every one an exact duplicate
each one a copy of just me
as if from an old template.

But what of the spaces in between
all those reflections in the glass;
might they hold something there unseen
where the waves of photons pass?

Ode to breast

Submitted by Chiori on Tue, 2019-04-09 07:45

Aunty Osi, was my neighbour
starving baby cries wakes me every four
her breast like a gallant whore
dangling here, dangling there
yet a breast milk could not drop.

Osi, what are your breast for?
since your child could hardly see its nipples,
if not for cow milk,
many children would have gone,

Everything Starts With a Vision and a Dream

Submitted by gregwa8 on Tue, 2019-04-09 00:03

What did it take
To be the first to fly?
It all started with
A twinkle of an eye
Seeing a single
Bird in flight
(Oh to be in the minds
Of the Brothers Wright!)

Who was the first
To think up a submarine?
That bullet-shaped
Underwater machine
Perhaps it started with
A whale or a shark
And the ambition to reach
The maker’s mark

Gentlemen Mrs President's (shhhhhhhhhhh)

Submitted by lovedly on Mon, 2019-04-08 23:48

Rise here she comes

O foolish men ye
you could elect him
not me

He can hardly butter
his toast
and
asks me

which side darling
what

a kiss

I mean today is a Tuesday
you like the kiss
on the left cheek
so told me the Priest
he enjoys it

Glad you have started
consulting him
Now sweety let's go to the Ganges
It's cold here in MISSISSIPPI

we can have a swim in the
GANGA THEY SAY Ji

They assure you a second term
God willing

Could This Be True?

Submitted by brittle light on Mon, 2019-04-08 08:46

I first became intrigued when she said
she wanted to teach sign language at a
school for the blind

she thought people who spoke
with a British accent did it because
English was not their native tongue

she figured by attending enough spin classes
she wouldn't fly off into space
if Earth stopped spinning

she wished she had a twin sister
so she could know twice as much
or half as much...she wasn't sure which

Ode to Uncle Jack's Scissors

Submitted by Eumolpus on Mon, 2019-04-08 00:58

Uncle Jack, on my wife’s side, was an uncomplicated gent.
We’d see him once or twice a year at family events.
He was devoted to Aunt Hilda, and the two were childless.
His claim to fame was how he spent the fewest cents

To buy his dapper clothes. He read the cartoons daily
And had few and little needs, like a bald-headed boy of ten,
For fifty years the happy seller of stationary supplies.
He retired, played golf, and died in the senior center.

The Wending Day

Submitted by gregwa8 on Sun, 2019-04-07 23:20

The fish we caught
The vegetables we bought

Tasted of fire

A hundred mile
And a thousand year journey
Back to the woods

Where man is subject
To nature
Not the other way around

We need these reminders
Now and again

That not all roads
Are paved
By human advancement
And endeavor

Not all time
Is punched by man’s
Belligerent clock

But sometimes the best
Memories
Are so close to primordial

The smell of a rolling smoke
Started from
A spark on a rock

Ode To A Space Heater (april contest)

Submitted by brittle light on Sat, 2019-04-06 14:48

oh, my little humming friend;

for beckoning my cats to
your pastures of warmth,
forsaking my lap
for another place to nap,
I can do nothing
but grunt
forgiveness,
while freely admitting
a bit of jealousy,
we must do what's best for the cats

Snake Wedding

Submitted by zebra on Sat, 2019-04-06 11:15

soul mates
in mud pomade
each one half of the other

a headless body
and a bodiless head
retrograde

two monsters
severed haves of a snake

the head with no heart
ravaged with criminal ambition

and she; the heart; a pulsing ache, headless
made him nauseous with her ceaseless churning
ocean of darkened milk

disjuncture of passed and future
a gnashed twig
time shattering time

slamming doors in each other's faces
through a disaster of eternities

Where Cows Chew Their Cud (ODE TO _____ April Contest)

Submitted by Lowell Mark on Sat, 2019-04-06 11:14

Oh, my dearest train station, how I love you.
The things you do are all so cool for the fool
That spills into your belly and runs like cold jelly
Trying to get someplace in a race whilst I sit
At your heart and am a quiet part of your pit
The pit of my dearest train station belching
Throwing up all the people from your misery
And then there is me quietly taking it in
You wonder why your bottom takes a pounding
Why all the rush and in such a hush whispering

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