Sibling Reunion

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Contributor: Donal Mahoney

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They're getting older,
five brothers and sisters,
all with degrees, jobs, families,
nice homes, good lives, happier
than most except when they must
fly to the home of their childhood
and settle their mother's estate.

They gather in the old stucco
none of them is willing to sell.
They drink bourbon and scotch
and tell each other everything again
that happened when they were young,
what made them take planes anywhere
trying to escape and forget.

A few more drinks and they see the bees
swarming the day Mom knocked the hive
out of the willow with her clothesline pole.
They were young, not yet in school,
happy and laughing, clapping but not
understanding why Father was gone,
why he would call but never come home.

All summer they rode tricycles
into each other, yelling and screaming,
ringing the bells on the handlebars,
trying to figure out what had happened.

Another few drinks and they agree
it's time to go out in the yard and look up
in the tree where the hive used to be.
Once again they hear children
yelling and screaming,
riding into each other, ringing bells,
looking everywhere for answers,
not knowing the questions.

In minutes they realize the reunion's over
and there may never be another.
It's time to pack, get on planes, escape
before someone puts a match to the stucco.
The hive's on the ground bouncing
and they're all bees, swarming again.

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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

Soneto Soltero

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Contributor: April Mae M. Berza

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Imprisoning the alphabet inside my lips
Stills my mind from stealing your divinest image
To tranquilize my desire, my silent heart weeps
In oblivion, its prison cell is a sad cage;
Litanies of sshhh waking my ticking heartbeat,
Lulling already when the roaring thunder clapped
Like a dictator with feet pounding, on his seat,
Ordering, for lovers are servants not to stop,
Vainly trying to surrender to the whisper
Etherized on the ears to invent lexicons
Ere the simulacrum of words starts to slumber
Gently to shape meanings as the passion dawns;
As my heart is freed, silence is then locked inside
Now fear is hushed as I walk the aisle as your bride.

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April Mae M. Berza is the author of Confession ng isang Bob Ong fan (Flipside, 2014). Her poems appeared in Calliope, Contemporary Verse 2, Poetica, Maganda, Belleville Park Pages, The Manila Times and elsewhere. She lives in Taguig, Philippines.


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Contributor: Joanna M. Weston

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digits even or not
added subtracted
multiplied or equated
spin their reciprocal
symbols exponentially
to circulate as fractions
that leap logarithms
in ledgers made fluent
by indexed almanacs
earning daily dividends
commonly confused
by numberless nerds
like me

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JOANNA M. WESTON. Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, ‘Those Blue Shoes', published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, ‘A Summer Father’, published by Frontenac House of Calgary.

Let Her Bloom

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Contributor: Donal Mahoney

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The first time a man meets her,
his lids flicker,
an appropriate reaction.

The first time a woman meets her,
her eyes pop out and coil on her forehead,
another appropriate reaction.

Who can blame either?
Today, who buys the canard
about the true, the good, the beautiful

in theory or in a woman?
Let them watch her as I did.
Let them frisk her for flaws

that will allow them to live
as they are, as they were,
as I was when I met her.

Till then, let her bloom
with my children
while I wonder, I try.

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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

Tidal Vibes

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Contributor: Ken W Simpson

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Bouncing around
Getting a kick out of sound
Who was that?
No one knows
The shape of disdain
An unkind sight
The infatuation of a dream
Scenes that disappear
Boats on the beach
Water flowing
Gracefully sliding
Beneath a bridge
A deceptive theme
Bequeathed to posterity
The dawn of another day
Go away.

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An Australian poet whose latest collection, Patterns of Perception, was published by Augur Press (UK) last January. He lives with his family in the state of Victoria.

A Flower From My Land

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Contributor: Kevin M. Tenny

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There it stands in
A sun-soaked poise.
Radiating feelings of joy
And gaiety heart.

This – This flower
So pithy in stature
And so robust
In strength. Firmly
Holding root in a soil
Of thorns and stone.

Yet, reverently it
Resists – defending with
Light. Even the darkest
Dearth of life cannot
Extinguish its message:

There it stands and
There it grows. Giving
To viewers, galvanizing

Never faltering.
Never yielding.
Glowing on and on.

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I am an undergraduate engineering student seeking right brain stimulation.

Morning Dew

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Contributor: Gary Thomas Hubbard

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Lights that sparkle on the morning dew
Reminds me of the light that shines in you
When it twinkles, your eyes turn blue
Light that brightens everyday brand new


Watching the new sun on the rise
Will you catch the liar when he lies
A new mother listens as the baby cries
She will naturely know which action is wise


Embrace with warmth a heart you love
Missed loved ones watch from up above
Handle all feelings with a kid glove
Be careful not to confuse loneliness with love


Finding it's easier to love then hate
Embrace those closest, before it's too late
Kiss the little ones, please don't wait
Life is shortened by searching for an unknown fate

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I was born and raised in Ohio and now I live in Florida. I'm married and we have two children. Most important, I'm a Papa. There are a dozen poems on this site and I have a poem printed in "Stormcloud Poets second anthology".

Farther Stars Than These

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Contributor: Ramona Thompson

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Don't you know
No matter how far away
I will never leave you
In memory or in deed
I am there always
A part of you
Traveling the distance of time and space
To find you
To comfort and to hold you
Forever more

Though the beasts have tried
Time and time again
To come between us
It will not be
As long as my soul roams
This vast solar system
Never will you be alone
Nor afraid
For I will be there between
A barrier to hold back the damning waters
They push on you
To drown you with
In waves of lonely despair

You fight
I fight
As one
We never back down
From the forces of evil that threaten
Our love stronger by far than their hate
Never quite far enough
To catch and entrap us
We share the bonds that shall never break
No matter what they do
This interstellar love will survive

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Bio-Readers/fans may find Ramona on facebook or e-mail her She has appeared in Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, Howl and many more.

Spirit of Generosity

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Contributor: Ben Riddle

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The spirit of generosity
came as a surprise
to my beloved

Distant as he had become
from the words
that made us
into angels;

as he had been made;
stripped of his wings,
restrained by pain;

Forgotten by everyone he’d loved;
save for God and I.

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A fourth year student of Political Science and English at the University of Western Australia, Ben is a founding member of the Said Poets Society.

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