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Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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Who Are You? by EJ Schoenborn

Who Are You?
by EJ Schoenborn

What is the definiton of perfection?
Who started these beliefs of beauty?
Where did these myths come from?
When did they start to become true?
Why is there no answer from you?

Who are you, to tell me that I’m
less than what I should be?
Who are you, to list the things
that I should do to be me?
I don’t need to listen to you!

According to myself, I am perfect!
According to my soul, I am beauty!
According to my heart, I am the one
to tell you that I don’t care
about what you think… Who are you…

Who are you, to touch me?
Who are you, to break me down?
Who are you, trying to hurt me?
Who are you, causing all this pain?
Who are you, to try to make me feel this way…

I don’t need to listen! I don’t need to follow!
I don’t need to try again! I don’t need to lie!
I don’t need to be what you want me to be…
Who are you…

EJ Schoenborn is a sixteen-year-old Junior at Elkhart Lake – Glenbeulah Highschool in Wisconsin.  A lover of animals and nature who can usually be found outside wandering forest trails and woods looking for peace and tranquility among the trees. This is one of EJ’s first published poems, though we expect many more poems from EJ to start appearing in journals and zines very soon… 

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Reunion by Kenneth P. Gurney

Reunion
by Kenneth P. Gurney 

The dead who came
and visited me last night in a dream
were people I had not thought of
in at least twenty years—
most of them I knew from college.

As happens in dreams
they did not speak to me
even though many opened their mouths
as if to say something
and it was all like a puzzle
I had to figure out,
just as our relationships
when we were younger were a puzzle
that we worked out
over late night beer
or early morning coffee.

After waking from the dream
and the visitation of the dead
I wondered why it was this night
they chose to visit after so long a time
and I was relieved that so many
I long ago called friends
were absent from this visitation,
although I had not heard from them
since graduation.

 

Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA with his beloved Dianne.  He edits the anthology Adobe Walls which contains the poetry of New Mexico.  His latest book is This is not Black & White.  To learn more visit  http://www.kpgurney.me/Poet/Welcome.html

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