Erin Jones… If Not This Life

 

If Not This Life

If not this life,
then this night,
a few gentle hours.
Hold me close,
past my fears.
Lead me to words
I have so long denied.

 

Erin Jones was born in Wisconsin and raised in Arkansas. After high school he served in the U.S. Army as a cavalry scout before returning to school to earn B.As in communication and economics. He is now a mild mannered salesperson by day and a struggling writer by night.

Copyright © 2015 by Erin Jones

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frank C. Praeger… Humbug

 

Humbug

Object, the most of it like jasmine tea, et al.
To have, well, yes —
unable to swagger or break out into song,
settling for a bit of Victoria’s chocolate crumble,
that is, unable to cushion this lackluster fall
I have not, well, no, I have not exactly been open,
though open to digression; well, then, spit it out,
who cares for sentiment or aura or ambiquity unless…
unless they can be used for further gain.
So, let the Queen of Spades dictate.
It’s humbug if it doesn’t serve.
What is this mumble-jumble all about, anyway?

 

Frank C. Praeger is prolific writer from Michigan. When he moves his pen, he stamps out his own style that mirrors a line vanishing into the horizon. His poems have been published all over the interworld.

Copyright © 2015 by Frank C. Praeger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

John Kaniecki… A Final Prayer at my Lynching

 

A Final Prayer at my Lynching

My only crime the color of my skin
Look inside and see your sin
The gallows rope cuts my throat
Coarse fibers bite
I have strength scarce to fight
But please make note
God takes no pleasure in your wicked deeds
And evil never succeeds
One day your cities shall burn
One day the red man will return
And then you’ll learn
The wages of sin is death
The noose tightens cutting off all air
I am victorious I have not one more care
Pay heed to the words of my last breath
For though my life is through
My words ring true
And as I sway in the air
Allmighty God hears my prayer
God is a God of mercy yes it is true
But God is a God of justice too
Hear the words of my final prayer
And beware

 

John Kaniecki writes words because they are true. He is married to his wife Sylvia from Grenada. They reside in Montclair, New Jersey and attend the Church of Christ. John has been published in over a dozen magazines and poetically strives to merge beauty with righteousness.

Copyright © 2014 by John Kaniecki

 

 

 

 

Marian Dragomir… My Tongue

 

My Tongue

a while ago
while I was wandering
the streets on my way to school
my father told me that
the world is a dark and heavy place
but he told that with such elegance
that his tongue swirled around the letter “d”

so i learned all the words starting with “d”

as my life passed away
I was attacked by worries–

what if my life explodes

I will always remember my father
he told me
“never let the word
get the best of you”

 

Marian DRAGOMIR is from Romania; He is a poet with 2 books of poetry published, “Verses for the Big life” in 2010 and “A book with mask” in 2012. He has participated with poems in more than 20 newspapers from Romania and in more than 15 anthologies, and she has also published more than 20 book reviews in different newspapers from Romania.

Copyright © 2014 by Marian Dragomir