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Poetry

THE DONALD TRUMP CLUB MARCH

THE DONALD TRUMP CLUB MARCH (as sung to the Mickey Mouse Club March) by-Moishe Fahcocktah Rump a trump, trump, rump a trump, trump… Who is the leader of us all made for you and me? D-O-N-A-L-D -T-R-U-M-P Hey there, hi there, ho there, heil there White Americans you’re as welcome as can be- D-O-N-A-L-D- T-R-U-M-P...

A FINAL ORDER OF REMOVAL – THE FINAL SOLUTION

A FINAL ORDER OF REMOVAL – THE FINAL SOLUTION (from the poem, “First they Came for Socialists” by Martin Neimoller) by- Moishe Kibbitzer First they came deporting Mexicans without legal papers and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t Mexican- Then they came for the Muslims and I cheered- Then they came for Commies, Socialists...

NOTHING CAN

NOTHING CAN BY MIRA WILDER 5 angel lamps, a micro wave oven old apples shrinking in a bowl a wooden Buddha 2 trumpets and a random Beach Boy drumstick strewn clutter flaws of imperfection aged in an aging apartment Nothing can fix this mess up. Nothing can. Odd matching chairs a shaky worn table an...

THE DIN FROM MY DEN

THE DIN FROM MY DEN BY MIRA WILDER I imagine in this world There are places of silence Peaceful, serene No sign of violence, Maybe the sound Of nature to ponder, Is out there, Somewhere, Way out yonder… But not from my corner Of life where I’m living, Rife with the noise Of everyday minion…...

Roger Houston

May 22nd, 2017, Lord Byron Apartments ….. We serve our watch in silence. Boy and I. We breathe away the hours. Quietly. South of the One-o-one. I hear it pass. It’s barely audible beyond the glass. St-Remy. Mixed with water. It’s enough. To bring me to submission. Call my bluff. The early morning silence. Takes...

oh you

oh you by alan rodman oh you we do the morning right all your jewels are polished bright your little cough has had enough your pretty head has been to bed your wrist wrote me a list your back is getting slack your eye is seeking pie your lip is on a trip your legs...

Child of the Ride

Child of the Ride by Joanna Silva You see the river and are in. Your eyes skip over the dock, dismiss the boat, were amused at the raft, but you abstained. That water’s life – fierce, breathing, beautiful. It kills, it welcomes, and it is blind. Unbroken knowing. One moment is plenty. It is sad,...

Sandy

Sandy by William Moore The lucent stars and endless sky Won’t ease the pain, though I try My only ally is my youth Yet deep cuts are left to soothe And here I stay For five dollars a day Working in the luscious green fields This painful beauty never yields From dawn ‘till noon I...

The Candle and Shooting Stars

The Candle and Shooting Stars By Larry Li   Our children cannot dream unless they live, They cannot live unless they are nourished. Do we still remember when we made the first wish, In the front of the candle or the shooting stars? But did they came true? Or they have changed, lost and faded....

Unfadeable to the Ignorance

Unfadeable to the Ignorance By Mike Sonksen aka “Mike The Poet” In spite of prevailing fear and division in the state of the union We are unabashed and unaffiliated with unethical living We are unbreakable, unfadeable, unavailable to the prevailing fear trying to strangle what is beautiful We are unrelatable to the sickness, unattainable to...
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