Elegy
Shadow Birthdays
It's your birthday today Facebook reminders well-wishes on your page from those that don't know you'll never 'like' them Posts prompted by built-in calendars programs relationships enriched by algorithms polite notices surely heartfelt surely uninformed imagining your smile of delight at the remembrance but your eyes will never see your smile never quirk at the corner your wit not find voice again gone.
By Judey Kalchik about 12 hours ago in Poets
Poem for Jeffrey Archer (1940 - 2026)
A nice touch, Baron. Right in time for Nobel week, I discovered that you had passed away. Maybe it was just the clichés and the reek of your work that made me say, “Hmph, well, another one done by time.” Not a sweet and pleasant eulogy; not the words to share with the line, “Here was a fellow writer!” But, you see, I knew the films, the success, the prostitute, the desperation for the title of PM or mayor. You wanted to fix your name in time (so astute). But that is not what you get, you failure. A fraud deserves no greater fate than to say at the end, “Too late.”
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Poets
Incubus of Dreams
A long journey or expression Pouring out of the soul and mind A lifetime of tales unwind You suffer and bleed for every word The costs are high, wide, and deep Yet something takes what you can’t keep Knowledge and data collected Used to one’s disadvantage You have no purchase to leverage
By Alexandra Grant7 days ago in Poets
Still
You lie on my chest Under the blanket, warm and cozy A comforting presence Our place of mutual slumber Under the blanket, warm and cozy You sleep, deep and still Our place of mutual slumber I strain to hear you breathe You sleep, deep and still No swish, no flick, no big stretch I strain to hear you breathe Still waters are running too deep No swish, no flick, no big stretch Not even when I say your name Still waters are running too deep Why won’t you answer? I peek at you under the blanket Unseeing eyes stare past me I pull up the blanket with a start Not yet! You lie on my chest Under the blanket, growing cold Cold comfort of an empty shell As you dream your endless dream.
By Levi Osborn7 days ago in Poets
