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An Immortal Candle

Walking the rut of darkness In a moment of time My eyes were dazzled Unknowingly I had covered an interminable stretch Appearing inches away from an invisible hand Holding an immortal candle Its light touching lightly my heart Its flame burning me down to ashes Yet rising again from my remains I fly off to…

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‘A Light Shines in the Dark: Exposing Modern Slavery’ – Sweta Srivastava Vikram’s Poetry Focuses on Abuse and Trafficking of Women

The Wedgwood Quartet and The Saint Cecilia Group teamed up to present, “A Light Shines in the Dark: Exposing Modern Slavery,” a concert to raise awareness of human trafficking in the 21st Century on Saturday, August 10th, at 8pm at the First Congregational United Church of Christ in Washington DC. It was an evening of music, poetry, photographs and plain talk. The program included…

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Poetry: The Green Room

At the edge of the property far from house and telephone we lounge in two green Adirondack chairs by a tall hedge. Behind us redbud, butterfly bush, a crape myrtle frilling white. Down the blackberry slope in front the creek gurgles over round stones. Its cool breath rises, blends with a breeze from the south,…

Sanctuary

Shafts of light Through cathedral windows. Dappled shade Upon the leaves Beneath my feet. Bird song In the branches above. In the distance Hind and fawn Cross the forest track. The sweet fragrance of autumn Fills the misty air. A gentle breeze Moving colours To the forest floor. So precious Such beauty, So hard to…

Farewell, But Never Goodbye

(A Poem by Craig Kyzar in Memory of Hudson)   The last jagged fragments trickle over stuttering lips. I have nothing left to cry. So bravely you fought, through a world filled with pain. Accepting peace with more grace than ever. A warm pool of shards. So many fond memories. I smile at their brilliant…

Deep Into That Darkness…

  Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’ This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’…

C the Sea

C the Sea that’s made of glass The Crystal Cord May be your mast Connects to sails that set you Free Your Christed Self that helps you be closer to Him that Gifts the Flame that dwells within your heart   About the Author Trent Robertson is a 21 year old poet. Working part-time at…

Resentments

A Poem by Doug Parker When the magic is gone, raw, unexposed, drain of enthusiasm like a switch clicking backwards, emotions too fragile to continue this, and you believe it’s true.   Even when you know it’s an excuse, triggered by guilt or somebody else’s words, another’s poison, you buy it because it gives you…

The Butterfly (a poem) by Kitty Ivey

I have always admired the creatures who can ” wing it” in life. Flight of birds and butterflies are so graceful and free. Matter of fact, long before I lost my mobility with “Progressive MS”, I could have written the “Butterfly Song” and expressed my love of high flight. There came the day, I realized that…