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The Quiet One – A Poem by Lylanne Musselman

The Quiet One
by Lylanne Musselman

Shy like me, there was
something in the way
you moved, George,
as you stood dead center
between Paul and John
all those years ago.

I went “woo” over your
brown eyes and got my
mind set on you, while
others were going crazy about
Paul or John, even Ringo.

All things must pass:
I’m not young anymore,
and you’ve gone on
to meet my sweet Lord.
If I’d faithfully kept up lessons,
I would play My Guitar Gently Weeps.

 

About the Poet:  Lylanne Musselman is an award-winning poet, playwright, and artist, living in Indiana. Her work has appeared in Pank, Flying Island, The Tipton Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, Rose Quartz Magazine, and The Ekphrastic Review, among others, and many anthologies. Musselman is the author of five chapbooks, including the recent Red Mare 16 (Red Mare Press, 2018), a co-author of the volume of poetry, Company of Women New and Selected Poems, (Chatter House Press, 2013) and author of the new full-length poetry collection, It’s Not Love, Unfortunately (Chatter House Press, 2018).

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Play It Again – A Poem by Christine Vovakes

Play It Again

I can’t get the old songs out of my head–
Fly Me to the Moon, Unforgettable–
lyrics crooned across generations.

But life isn’t a warped 33 rpm
slowly spinning on a wobbly turntable,
the needle caught in the vinyl groove
of Nat singing perpetually “unforget…unforget…”

No, life zips pell-mell one year to the next,
full throttle to the end.
+++++++++++++++++++ And still,
that interruption, that reminder,
in spite of it all, as time goes by,
“…a kiss is just a kiss…”

 

 

About the Poet:
Christine Vovakes lives in northern California. Her poems have appeared in San Pedro River Review, The Cape Rock, JAMA, California Quarterly, Boston Literary Magazine, Apple Valley Review, the Marin Poetry Center Anthology and more. The Washington Post, Sacramento Bee and San Francisco Chronicle, among others, have printed her articles and photos.

 

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Gentle Spray by KJ Hannah Greenberg

Gentle Spray
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

Gentle spray, your words lay
Inscribed upon my heart: true
Feather touches, your style
Calms, restores faith, plus renews.

Unwise trumps sought softer plums,
Hid language once welcomed,
While I, shied, huddling. Such
Music truly works too seldom.

Lifestyle “wisemen” prophesized,
Causing most folk to believe those odes.
Yet, you knew that kindness caresses,
Warmth kindles, disclosure folds.

Mist wafts. Sunlight fondly kisses.
Exchanged smiles sooth deep, clear
Tides. Slowly, our colors rise.
Breathing, we witness radiance and air.

KJ Hannah Greenberg has been twice nominated, in poetry, for The Pushcart Prize. What’s more, her newest, full-length, poetry collection, A Bank Robber’s Bad Luck with His Ex-Girlfriend, was released, by Unbound CONTENT, on Dec. 15th, 2011, and her next electronic chapbook, Supernal Factors, will be broadcast by The Camel Saloon’s Books on Blog, on August 2012. In addition, an assemblage of Hannah’s short fictions, Don’t Pet the Sweaty Things, will be published by Bards & Sages Publishing, during March 2012.http://www.kjhannahgreenberg.net/

Music of the Spheres by Laurie Corzett

Music of the Spheres
by Laurie Corzett 

In the quiet of the evening
when starlight and peace prevail
a haunting rhythm,
music of the spheres,
comes dancing
embracing fear,
kissing the pain away.
Past twilight I watch the sky
hoping for a shooting star
to swoop down and carry me
far into another lifetime,
where kindly constellations
tell stories of joy and thanksgiving.
The evening star crackles and strains
like an old jazz recording.
Music of another age
written on a mighty, sacred wind
told like Homeric verse
by the wanderers —
heavenly nourishing guides
leading us home.

Laurie Corzett/libramoon
seeking outlet for those crazy thoughtstreams, is always moving into new (or resurrected) projects, including Emerging Visions visionary art ‘zine: http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com — Issue #21: Threshold Revelations invites you to take in trance lucence.

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