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 Apr 2018 River
Nat Lipstadt
think of your brain as the attic

For L.B.

where the keepsakes can be divided as follows:

A. “why the heck did I keep that”
with an inner smile,
knowing all the while,
exactly forsooth  but why never forsaken,
and which commemoration is  
one of your future
lady-poems-in-waiting

B.  “rest here, till your first time return"
is appreciated approved appropriate;
your place at the dining table
is set, and you, a new keepsake
are the guest of honor
both old friend, and newborn

there is no riding rush to gush upwards and out
but perhaps the anti-gravity  slow pull of
upward percolation

lucky are you in this,

for @4:20am.
my "attic" is the basement
and these  wild-eyed creatures come
sparked  and sparkling,
covered in creative juices
that like a nouveau beaujolais
must be drunk immediately
and demanding joie de vivre

this bursting Butz antic was first (ha!)
described as follows in terms
less poetical,
and more
apoplectical

“the best don’t even flow, they fall out of ya, rough and tumbling,
screaming did ya get that, are ya keeping up,
you can be the self-editing-I need-perfection  roadblock or the delivery guy,  
the one with the towel and the scissors,
who brings ya
a clean new baby, and/or a veggie pizza,
which ya gonna pick?”


alas the pizza store is shuttered
in the wee morning birth borning,
so I choose natural  La-Maze method for
birthing poems,
as my only option,

so says the
poet ****** @ 4:20am on 4/20/18
a good story knows when it is it moment
 Apr 2018 River
Jackie Mead
Two Hearts, beat in time
Two Hearts, yours and mine
Two Bodies, step in time
Two Bodies, yours and mine
Two Souls, crying in time
Two Souls, yours and mine,
Two Minds, thinking in time
Two Minds, yours and mine


Two Lovers beautifully combine Heart, Body, Soul and Mind.
One beautiful package of  friendship respect and love.
Symbolised by the beautiful birds above, two white charming doves.
 Apr 2018 River
Srijani Sarkar
I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
beauty.
 Apr 2018 River
AK Neu
The Cardinal
 Apr 2018 River
AK Neu
So forth went the cardinal,
who from her tree perch had wondered
why her colors were of the earth
and not the magnificent sunset.

Others around her had bore
the brilliant crimson, yet she’d remained
as she had always been:
dull as the branches of home.

Thus went the cardinal,
who in the limitless sky soon discovered:
the music that beckoned her forward
was eternally blind.
Original work of A.K. Neu.  Please do not steal.
 Apr 2018 River
Keith Wilson
I saw
the other side
of nature
yesterday
A sparrow hawk
swooped down
and
took out
a pigeon
ate it all up
There were feathers
everywhere
That was the cruel side
of nature
 Apr 2018 River
James M Vines
Why did there have to be a rugged tree? Why did he have to die that way you see? Why did innocent blood have to pay the cost? Why did they have to nail him to an Old Rugged Cross? God our creator loves everyone, but because of sin something had to be done. The covenants he made, We're Never Enough. Man would always find a way to become corrupt. In our  weakness, in our Foolish Pride, God needed a way to bridge The Divide. So he went and ask Heavens Holy One, the captain of the Heavenly Host to be the one begotten. Giving up his title and His glory, he obeyed the father's will. To become the perfect sacrifice, and die on a lonely Hill. Between two thieves, he paid the final cost. The perfect lamb was slain and victory was won but at terrible loss . So great was our Father's Love, that there had to be a cross.
 Apr 2018 River
The Fire Burns
On the shores of farm ponds,
and at the edges of lakes,
this is where my memory,
frequently does it take,

Fishing rod in hand,
I walk behind my dad,
casting out for bass,
none of this is sad.

Prowling through the mud,
throwing rocks and catching fish,
if only I could go back here,
sometimes do I wish.

So instead I grab the phone,
and give my dad a call,
tell him dates of the fishing trip,
we take together every fall.
 Apr 2018 River
The Fire Burns
Dripping drops, dripping drops,
a puddle here and there,
crimson and fading to black,
the pinestraw congealing.

The shadowed form stares,
back down the tunneled trees,
a torturous silhouette standing,
moonlight shines, but cannot identify.

A demon loose in the pines,
branching out to barren land,
but returning to his lair,
leaving a luring trail.

Do not follow the dripping drops,
smeared here and there,
if you do, your bones too,
will reside upon the pile.
 Apr 2018 River
The Fire Burns
The greenish eyes peer, down wild and free,
something stares from shadows, high in the tree,
hello there Alice, you nearly trippped and fell,
a black iguana grins, hanging down from his tail.

Of course I did she said, you gave me quite a fright,
a chuckle and he said, come closer and I'll bite.
gleaming razored smile, looks strangely like a frown,
but it tends to do that when it's owners upside down.

Alice stands her ground, her danger bell has rung,
suddenly she is wrapped up in a pink and slimy tongue,
with a muscular pull, she is reeled in like a fish,
but instead of biting, iguana gives a kiss and a wish.

To help you on your way I offer you this gift,
when you decide to use it, I'll appear through a rift,
a hole in space and time burrowed there by me,
and I'm just almost certain, that your wish will to be freed.

So Alice go about your business, and know I'll see you soon,
and beware of the flowers, three days from now at noon,
If you call me then, well it just won't be right,
but you won't again as your arms off will I bite.

Like an elevator rising, he disappeared into the tree,
Alice was amazed that she still walked free,
but her memory was burning, what was that he said,
I hope that I remember, or I fear I might be dead.
A new twist in wonderland
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