PPP Ezine: Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine Volume 3; Issue 6; July 2019



Poet of the Month: Shola Balogun

By Myself by Ahmad Al-Khatat

Vanishing Time by Ann Christine Tabaka

Fall of the Party Girl by David James

Late Harvest Moon by Eadbhard McGowan

His Love by Edward Lee

Endless Nights by Kelli J Gavin

Flames by CL Bledsoe

A Freeform Poem by Troy DeFrates

Poetry by Lynn Long




Poet of the Month: Shola Balogun






As ill-clad Zlelponith bemoaning

The mangled body of her son tempered

Beneath the hewn stones of Dagan,

Reached deeply into her grief

And beheld in that frozen hour

Some human shadow of God,

The pierced side, the battered frail form,

The head smitten with a vile slat,

A woman’s heavy eyes over the earth

Folded in beating scalpels

Seek deeper into the human misery

And into the drama of the silence of God.








Rain on my tongue.


Threshing floor of pebbled camwood,

Then hidden faces and strange footsteps

On slaughter slabs, eyes swirling

Across the uncharted silence.


Thrust of faltering lips-Now,

I could hear the whispers

Of the dark hour

And I taste this mint of my tears.







Shola Balogun, poet,playwright and filmmaker has been featured as a guest writer and contributor,especially in the areas of poetry, post colonial studies and dramatic criticism to various magazines,anthologies and journals. He studied Theatre Arts at the University of Ibadan. Balogun lives in Lagos,Nigeria.



By Myself by Ahmad Al-Khatat


I will survive by myself, and

everything beyond my limits 

away from desires, and choices 


I will enjoy seesaw by myself

with sorrows on my side, and

happiness by itself on the side   


I will play




by myself


I will talk very loud on the phone

gossiping to nobody but myself

texting myself hateful messages


I will always miss you by myself

your love was the joys I lived for

now, I’m a mirror with falling tears 




Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.   



                      Vanishing Time by Ann Christine Tabaka


Sometimes life goes thundering

past at a blinding speed, loosing


all concept of time. The tasks and

chores that fill our lives seem an


unending litany of busyness.

Missing the sweetness that a


moment allows, the day rushes

by in breaths and sighs. Stop,


step back, open your eyes. Wrap

yourself in the wonder of now,


for in a moment it will be gone.

vanished with a whisper, like the


morning mist evaporating in the

warmth of the newly risen sun.


Hold on to each instant and allow

it to fill you with the beauty that is


before you. We are only here for

an instant, then we fade along


with lost memories hidden among

the cobwebs of space and time.




Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.



Fall of the Party Girl by David James



Fall arrives with a pony keg and six fifths

of Kentucky bourbon,

her face painted in orange, yellow and red.

She screams into the cool sky

ready to party into a myth

and vanish before the first snowfall.


Someone said

she’d try any drug, sleep with any guy,

spend the night in a garbage bin.

And that’s not all:

she has Daddy issues.

The old man didn’t hug her enough; didn’t look her in the eye;

never took her by the chin

and said she was beautiful with those baby blues

and long hair.           So, today,

if you pay her any attention,

she’ll jump your bones, ravage your bed,

tear you to pieces and leave without saying goodbye.


When you get up, look out the window: it’ll be cold, white and gray..      




David James’ third book, MY TORN DANCE CARD, was a finalist in the 2017 Book Excellence Awards. In addition to publishing six chapbooks, he’s had over thirty one-act plays produced. James teaches at Oakland Community College in Michigan. dljames@oaklandcc.edu.








Late Harvest Moon by Eadbhard McGowan 


Through greenish curtain shot a spark.

Now it is gone. What’s bothering my heart?

Colourful summer burned to the ground,

sun-kissed in golden deaths.

Withered mound of humus found

to pave the path for flora’s birth.


How may we walk so lost in thoughts

through tawny meadows’ band?

Over us, free, untamed across

wide clouds of light expand.


And all around the pale, discoloured world

in a contemplative farewell stillness,

as if in every leaf impressed

a holy fate is silently fulfilled.


Footsteps sound through silent hours,

breathless, anxious. Moon stands bright.

Above us, waving, longing, drunken,

aurora borealis sheds its northern light.



Eduard Schmidt-Zorner is an artist and a translator and writer of poetry and short stories. He writes haibun and poetry in four languages: English, French, Spanish and German and holds workshops on Japanese and Chinese style poetry. He is a member of four writer groups in Ireland. He lives in County Kerry, Ireland, since more than 25 years and is a proud Irish citizen, born in Germany. He was published in 29 anthologies, literary journals and broadsheets in UK, Ireland and USA. Writes also under his pen name: Eadbhard McGowan.



His Love by Edward Lee

I enclose my hand

around the blade of you,

your serrated edge slicing flesh,

releasing blood

to flow from my hard palm

to my already scarred wrists.


But I refuse to let go,

my love for you

compelling me to endure your edge,

no matter the cost,

no matter the pain;


I already know

I cannot live

without you, just as I know

I cannot exist

without the scars that tattoo my body

and my being.



Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll.  His debut poetry collection “Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge” was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection.

He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.

His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com



Endless Nights by Kelli J Gavin


I hate it

Every minute

Every last second

The nights last forever

I know I should be asleep

I pray for sleep to overtake me

Yet it rarely does

I lie awake restless

Turning side to side

Getting up

And then lying down again

Sometimes reading a book

Or drinking tea

Nothing helps me

Can not find anything to cure me

The endless nights are just that


Night after night

I will beg if I have to



Overtake me

Shut off my mind

Calm my heart

Bring me to a state where I don’t care

Because being awake is too hard right now

It always will be




Kelli J Gavin lives in Carver, Minnesota with Josh, her husband of an obscene amount of years and they have two crazy kids. She is a Writer, Professional Organizer and owns Home & Life Organization and a small Jewelry Company.  Look for Kelli’s first book of short stories and poems in 2019. You can find her work with The Ugly Writers, Sweatpants & Coffee, Writing In a Woman’s Voice, The Writers Newsletter,  Writer’s Unite!, Academy of the Heart and Mind, The Rye Whiskey Review, Spillwords, Mercurial Stories, 121 Words, Hickory Stump, Rabid Oak, HerStry, Ariel Chart, The Basil O’Flaherty, PPP Ezine, Southwest Media, Otherwise Engaged, Pleather Skin, Paper.Li, The New Ink Review, and among others.

Flames by CL Bledsoe  


For the last three days, I haven’t

slept. Each night, I lie

in bed, closed eyes studying

the mystery of my father’s hatred.


I don’t know what he wanted.

A man in boy form, perhaps.

Someone too mean to cry

for such little things as pets’ lives


bashed out against brick walls,

a mother lost in the transformation

to wraith. Once, he came

into my room without something


to yell about, found me burning

a candle. “Who’s that for?”

He asked. I couldn’t pick just one




CL Bledsoe’s latest poetry collection is Trashcans in Love. His latest short story collection is The Shower Fixture Played the Blues. His latest novel is The Funny Thing About… Bledsoe lives in northern Virginia with his daughter and blogs, with Michael Gushue, at https://medium.com/@howtoeven.

A Freeform Poem by Troy DeFrates


Awake in the dark

With nothing to see

It was always about you

Never about me


I write with black ink

In the night

Not knowing, not seeing, not feeling

I just have to write


The blank haze of dawn

Whispers upon my words

Revealing how I feel

And what I am moving towards


As the dawn approaches

I hide in the shadows

Feeling my script

Pondering on death laden hallows


As the shadows twist

Exposing what I wrote

The truth from the blackness

Chokes in my throat


Lost in a world without any dreams

Watching the sun rise in the East

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

Now I must face my own inner beast.




Troy lives in the Great Woods of Northern Wisconsin, U.S.A., And has been published 25 times in the last year in various magazines and periodicals.  He loves to share his art and hopefully inspires others to share theirs in kind.



Poetry by Lynn Long


As I gaze upon the dusky sky,

pondering dreams…

vowed never- to leave behind

A melancholy fills my heart,

knowing still- that we must part

For life moves ever forward

and the journey home-

takes me onward…




Lynn Long- https://zolanymph1.blogspot.com/

Poet, writer, aspiring novelist, daydreamer and believer in the impossible. Artist @hitRECord.org and Scriggler.com. Published in the following Ezines, Publications and Online Journals: https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/, Antarctica Journal, Duane’s PoeTree, In Between Hangovers and many more.