Evening of May 6, 2023

Shy Man Blues

I’m not sure wot to say or even if I should

If I could open up it’d feel good

Can’t express myself without half a dozen beers

I got the shy man blues when I ain’t got no booze

My emotions and thoughts are bound up inside

If I could say wot I want, I’d have a smoother ride

I plays the strong silent type / But it’s a disguise

a week of waiting for Friday nite’s a very bad exercise.

Shy man blues / Shy man blues

There’s no excuse for the shy man blues.

~David Boyle

Fangs devour my day

in their hunger.

Leaving only the pain of dreams.

~Christine Emmert

Flower Moon

bloom beams whitewash

the bedroom

~JL Huffman

irony —

global warming seminar

inside an ac hall

~Debarati Sen

final exam

a student's shirt

stained with espresso

~John J. Dunphy

pink flamingos

the wedding photoshopped pic

with bridesmaids

~Mirela Brailean

dusk

her kohl completes

an arc

~Daipayan Nair

sea breeze

I am never

alone

~Daipayan Nair

Gurneys Norman's

Jack and the Monster is coming

scrapbooking precious lives

from the local press

carefully selected.

~Daniel de Culla

Empty Streetlights

Rub off the stain of people please.

Hustling, Bustling, Rustling like paper leaves.

Unlike the birds

Whose habitat was inhabited

By you, and by me.

Let the trees talk to vacant streets.

Let the streets speak to empty lights.

Leave the gossips to the sky ones, o thee

Click that candid photo

and vanish into your candied beehive.

~Ms. Nobody

The rash spreads

over my heart,

denying remedy.

~Christine Emmert

Lost serenities

in the buzz of time.

~Christine Emmert

draped

in a dusky red saree

the mirror

~Daipayan Nair

Afternoon of May 6, 2023

 

passive aggressive

I shove a bunch of neutrons

out of my way

~Mark Meyer

unusual depth

without

the added weight

of detail

 

i wish to report

i skipped stones

 

and, unable to find Suzie,

i did it alone

 

was that shallow?

~Geoffrey Aitken

picked up coins

in my dream last night

woke without pockets

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

glamorous visions

high pitched voices

the result of gifts

~CJ The Tall Poet

100% implausible

 

perhaps

the inefficiency

 

of the machine

rests

with its inability

 

to feel for itself.

~Geoffrey Aitken

sensor faucet

I pretend

I already know

~Daipayan Nair

Meatgrinder


draws you in

no empty promises

just steel orifice

and ever-turning blades

you go anyway

~Robert Beveridge

a lifetime

of deposits and withdrawals —

memory bank

~Mark Meyer

here there everywhere

I'm just playing around

in a quantum field

~Mark Meyer

FB friends

life diminished

to social distance

~Christa Pandey

autonomic transmission my body stuck in neutral

~Mark Meyer

paranoia out there somewhere an asteroid with my name on it

~Mark Meyer

Afternoon of May 3, 2023

Labour Day

a blackbird rakes the leaves

under the hedge

~Françoise Maurice

Labor Day

this year the moon is still not full

~Nani Mariani

Corona-cation Chronicles Day 49

IT. 

IT will go away by itself.  

IT could maybe go away, hopefully at the end of the month.  

IT’ll be over by Easter, by the 4th of July, by summer’s end.  

IT’s going to be gone.  

CovIT is what IT was, is, and gonna be – never gone.

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

A spiderweb of

Interwoven thoughts lead me

Back to you

~Jennifer Gurney

lavender matcha

tastes like an indie bookstore

~JL Huffman

my book of shadows 

your dry rose petals 

on old parchment 

still you stay

nap on the daybed 

tiptoe at night 

~Sharon Ferrante

Seven properties of light: 

natural, artificial, painful, sneeze-ful, just right, obscured, and absent.

~Rebecca Dempsey

I hadn't considered

The ramifications of

Opening my heart

~Jennifer Gurney

nothing 

tastes as good as your heart 

artichoke 

~Sharon Ferrante

Wind sings through

deserted bones on an abounded beach

drowned sailors sing back

               in harmonic moans

~Steve Van Allen

Every surrealist poem

includes blood and butterflies.

Sometimes

other poems include them as well.

~Noah Berlatsky