Friday, December 27, 2019

Raymond Fenech's poem "The House Breathes Its Last..."

The House Breathes its Last …

The intermingling loud breathing of life has stopped.
Within the silence the dust particles are invisible.
All window shutters are engulfed in deafening stillness.
The babies have stopped crying, the cradles:
one remains tilting on three legs, the other,
rotting, eaten by woodworm and time.

The mid-wives are old, now no longer in fashion
retired in some forgotten residential home,
or buried in unknown churchyards showing only
their dates of birth and those of their demise.
Today women deliver in hospitals or in pools.
Blood then stained bed sheets, umbilical cords were cut neatly
with scissors, excitement, celebrations clinking of glasses.

Marbles no longer rolled nosily down the stairs
coloured rainbows trapped in transparent glass.
Only one remains resting at the foot of the steps
embedded in grey filth accumulated over years.
People’s ghosts are now sightless gazing sadly
on all these memories captured in time capsules.

Now its end is near, the velvet red curtains drawn,
once the owners’ pride, this house is now
a mass of creviced walls and humid cracked paint,
a discoloured time-consumed corpse.
They had carefully designed each child’s room:
fuchsia pink for girls and sky blue for boys:
now all is quiet except for the lamenting silence
shrieking in this uninhabited place with no light,
and a broken chandelier hanging on its rusty chain.
Foot prints only mark the grey marbled floors 
Stained, the shine gone, its ghostly reflections dusty grey
like a sun setting after a rainstorm in the invisible light.

Then the deafening noise outside, the trembling explosion,
as the giant iron ball struck the barricading walls
protecting its privacy from the rest of the world outside.
Its lungs collapsed as it heaved a last long agonizing sigh
in a pile of gory debris where so many people lived and died:
the many life sagas, grief, joy, moments of glory, of strife
all gone in a wink of an eye like each human journey in this life.

© 2019 Raymond Fenech

Bio: Twice nominated for the prestigious Pushcart Prize by two different publishers in New York and Los Angeles respectively, between June and November 2017, Raymond Fenech was appointed associate editor of a New York based literary magazine.
Born in St. Julian’s Malta, Fenech embarked on his writing career at 17, freelancing for two major Maltese political newspapers, The Democrat and Il-Mument and consequently became a full time journalist with the leading English newspapers, The Times and Sunday Times of Malta.
Besides working as a freelance reporter and journalist for almost 10 years, the author left journalism in 1986 to look for pastures new and worked for the second largest advertising agency on the island.
Later he also founded The Globe Trotter Magazine which was financed by Mondial Travel Group, and was appointed editor and regular contributing writer. Ray was also an editorial consultant to Golden Gate Ltd’s magazine, Lifestyle and editor of the nation-wide distributed magazine, Living 2000.

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Two Poems by Jack G Bowman "After Watching 'Behemoth'' and "Impeachment Proceedings"

After Watching Behemoth

Phosphorous, radium enlightenment
Uranium 238 smile,
the scientist from the NRC
watches the sky,
mystery crashes in the atmosphere

wonders in sci/fi;
‘if aliens are changing the atmosphere so it’s easier for them to breathe’

or if that’s just another excuse for greedy, heartless sapiens
to pollute the planet 

sad, acid, fog tears, burns, scars
Earth trembles

waits for another large asteroid,
already past due

or some new dangerous giant to come up from the ocean depths
to do a little payback.

Impeachment Proceedings

His peacemaker role now becomes a resistance martyr
flames of frightened villagers march to storm the castle
he sees them, feels the mob blood rise
it is exciting, easy to join in

so he backs off
his one reflective desire
to observe; takes over,
intellect overrules the immense emotional wave

there cannot be too many mistakes
or the castle will send its soldiers to stomp the rebellion
storm troopers and with vengeance and sharpened blades
death, makes the man curious,
to watch at a distance

they no longer pretend to listen to him
the walls must come down,
the king must be tried and hung
and the land must become fertile again

maybe… maybe.

Jack G. Bowman is a licensed psychotherapist (LMFT MFC42855) poet, composer, artist and performer in Southern California. His poems have been widely published in small presses across the US, UK, India, Mexico, and on the internet since 1991. He has written reviews for Poetix and poeticdiversity, and he was a member of the poetry groups Third Person Singular, Duotribe, and The Furniture Guild Poets. In recent years, he's been published in Altadena Poetry Quarterly, Spectrum Anthologies, and Fevers of the Mind. In 2016, he was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

1. Thanatos on a Southland Freeway
2. Paranormal Libido
3. Incarnate Canals of Mars
4. Unnatural Fire
5. Diamonds in the Sand
6. Vision and Presence
7. Moths Singed by Moonlight
8. Serpents in the Stratosphere
9. A Walk into Darkness
10. Red Velvet Apocalypse
11. Other Realms of Being
12. Incandescent Silence
13. The Troublesome Tales of Frank Macabre
14. Ego Syntonic Jasmine
15. Metamorphic Consequences

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The 8 Week Self-Esteem Workshop
The Dilemmas of Men
Reading People

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Stefanie Bennett: Two Poems "Attention" and "Word Forest"


Renegade neutrons
Fall apart
On the front lawn
Yet – you, with
Your cold
            Hand them
A clean
Of health. It’s

Strange how
A ‘for real’
Shooting star’s
Never around
You want

Word Forest

And I saw you return in
     The dream I’d
       Not dreamt

 © 2019 Stefanie Bennett

Stefanie Bennett, ex-blues singer and musician, has published 14 volumes of poetry, a novel, a libretto, two chapbooks, and worked with (No Nukes) Arts Action For Peace [now ICAN] – the Institute of Modern Languages & Equality. Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Queensland, Australia.