PPP Ezine: Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine Volume 3; Issue 9; October 2019

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Poet of the Month: Michael Lee Johnson

Decomposing & Forgotten by Jim Piatt

Survived Another Day by Andrew Scott

Mlobikazi Of Mzilikazi along Vithikazi by Ndaba Sibanda

Another Play Word by Yuan Changming

Holy Spur by Anupama Bhattacharya

Unraveling Rhyme by Ann Christine Tabaka

Waffles by David Flynn

History of Russian Theatre by David James

Summer Escapades by Joanne Olivieri

 

 

 

Poet of the Month: Michael Lee Johnson

 

 

Michelangelo: Painter and Poet

 

 

Michelangelo

 

with steel balls

 

and a wire brush

 

wishing he was

 

wearing motorcycle leathers,

 

going wild and crazy,

 

stares cross-eyed at the

 

Sistine Chapel ceiling-

 

nose touching moist paint,

 

body stretch out on a plank,

 

bones held by ropes from falling-

 

delirious, painting that face of Jesus

 

and the Prophets

 

with a camel hair brush;

 

in such a position, transition

 

a genie emerges as a poet-

 

words not paint

 

start writing his sonnets,

 

a second career is born-

 

nails and thorns

 

digging at his words,

 

flashing red paint:

 

it’s finished.

 

 

 

 

 

Rose Petals in a Dark Room

 

 

 

I walk through this poem one step at a time.

 

I walk in a mastery of this night and light

 

my money changers walk behind me

 

they’re fools like clowns in a shadow of sin,

 

they’re busy as bees as drunken lovers,

 

Sodom and Gomorrah before this salt pillar falls.

 

 

 

In a shadow of red rose pedals

 

drunken lovers walk changing Greek and Roman

 

currency to Jewish money or Tyrian shekels-

 

they’re fools, all fools, at what they do.

 

Everyone’s life is a conflict.

 

They’re my lovers and my sinners

 

I can’t sleep at night without them

 

by my bed grass near that sea of Galilee.

 

Fish in my cloth nets beget my friends, my converts.

 

I pray in this garden alone sweat

 

while my disciples whitewash their dreams.

 

 

 

The rose has a tender thorn compared to my arrest,

 

and soon crucifixion.

 

 

 

It’s here this morning and this night come together,

 

where this sea and this land depart,

 

where these villages stone and mortar crumble.

 

 

 

I’m but a poet of this ministry,

 

rose petals in a dark room fall.

 

Everyone’s life is a conflict.

 

But mine is mastery of light and neon night

 

and I walk behind these footsteps of no one.

 

 

 

 

 

Rain

 

 

 

In the rain,

 

this thunder

 

on his way home

 

he rebelled.

 

He a disco dancer,

 

single Friday night award winner

 

on the floor.  High school dropout.

 

He drove off the road edge.

 

He was drunk, Jack Daniel’s

 

was his driving instructor.

 

Jack Daniel bottle left at grave.

 

It never rains in a dry casket.

 

Shelter under this roof,

 

no worries about cops-

 

anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

Waltz, Footprints in Snow

 

 

 

December 24th, I find footprints in this snow, yours frozen, our broken dreams.

 

Will your lawyer Grinch my wallet, fleece me while I pray to Jesus Christ tonight?

 

Even the devil stoked in flames has standards, jukebox baby.

 

Even Jesus suffers with the poor, feels lonely on winter moon distant planets.

 

Don’t torture me, let me drive you home in our old Mack dump truck.

 

Hear these sounds, new records on this old radio.

 

Care to dance a new waltz

 

renew, no mirages just free no chains−

 

or drift back to those old vintage footprints−

 

fog covering over old snow?

 

  

 

Michael Lee Johnson lived 10 years in Canada during the Vietnam era and is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada.  Today he is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois.  Mr. Johnson published in more than 1072 new publications, his poems have appeared in 38 countries, he edits, publishes 10 poetry sites.  Michael Lee Johnson, has been nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards poetry 2015/1 Best of the Net 2016/2 Best of the Net 2017, 2 Best of the Net 2018.  192 poetry videos are now on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/user/poetrymanusa/videos.  Editor-in-chief poetry anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/1530456762; editor-in-chief poetry anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available here   https://www.amazon.com/dp/1545352089.  Editor-in-chief Warriors with Wings:  the Best in Contemporary Poetry, http://www.amazon.com/dp/1722130717.

 

 

 

Decomposing & Forgotten by Jim Piatt

 

 

In an ancient abandoned farmhouse,

A beautiful white dove was dying,

Dry shingles rotting, life

Decomposing, beauty diverted…

 

A furrowed road, holes filled with

Agony from rain. A man going

Nowhere in circles, church bells

Pealing a sorrowful lament, and my

Eyes filed with sorrow from salty

Tears…

 

The old farmhouse, falling into ruin,

Ghosts of the past dancing to the

Music of despair. Life’s memories,

Which once abounded inside its

Walls, now forgotten …

 

Sighs of sadness rose up from a

Barren meadow, dry from the lack of

Moisture, filled with mourning,

Breeding an eerie uneasiness across

My lonely mind …

 

 

 

James is the author of four collections of poetry, “Solace Between the Lines,” (2019), “Light” (2016), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014),” and “The Silent Pond,” (2012). He has had over 1,400 poems, four novels, seven essays, and thirty-five short stories published in over 200 different national and international, books, anthologies, and magazines, including Penwood. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU. A review of his newest collection of poems, “Solace Between the Lines,” can be found on Cyberwit.com.    

 

 

                       Survived Another Day by Andrew Scott

 

 

Seems the day is crumbling

before the sunrise even starts

and the motivational coffee is brewed.

Smiling perseverance to hold the glow

of believing in the kind goodness.

 

Walking to a destination

not sure now of arrival

due to unexpected barricades

that may end it all.

Chipper steps need to be taken

to sit comfortably

and breath in the air of delight.

 

Being led down a road

by other’s greedy agendas

just to make a living

where family exists

not knowing when it may

seize to being.

 

The worries of the home

collapsing from the hidden

lives of the unpredictable young.

Still there is love

in the hugs and kisses good night.

 

As we lay in bed after

and go to sleep at the

end of each peaceful night

we dream in celebration

as another day was survived.

 

              

 

 

 

Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of a classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as be published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones. His books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Through My Eyes  are available now.  Searching is his fifth poetry collection..

Mlobikazi Of Mzilikazi along Vithikazi by Ndaba Sibanda

 

Few people knew she had lived in Soweto

Not only had she resided in that township

Of the city of Jo’burg,Mlobikazi of Mzilikazi

Had lived in the core of greatness on Vilakazi

Street, for Soweto is historic by virtue of heroic

Struggles against apartheid that ensued there

 

There was Mlobikazi from Bulawayo’s Mzilikazi

Suburb with a painting that told of a great story–

Titled Vilakazi, the pretty princess from Mzilikazi

Not only exhibited the literary artistry of Dr Vilakazi

It also captured how Vilakazi  is the only street

In the world where two Nobel Laureates once lived

 

 

Perseverance, painting, passion, her mantra

None could see, hear ,smell, taste or touch it

A breakthrough, a beauty’s brilliance and dance

Mlobikazi of Mzilikazi lived on Vithikazi Street

Her grit galvanized admirers to nickname her

Mzilikazi’s Qhawekazi or  Mzilikazi’s Heroine!

 

They roared Mlobikazi of Mzilikazi, Qhawekazi!

Mlobikazi of Mzilikazi had an awesome  passion

Her loyalty to her profession paid off  in profusion

And precision when her painting proudly propelled her 

Into prominence:they crowned her a prizewinning painter

A sea of attendees ,her mates, all they could see  was glee!     

 

 

 

Ndaba Sibanda has contributed to the following anthologies: Its Time, Poems For Haiti- a South African anthology, Snippets ,Voices For Peace and Black Communion. He edited Free Fall (2017). The recipient of a Starry Night ART School scholarship in 2015, Sibanda is the author of Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing and Football of Fools. His work is featured in The New Shoots Anthology, The Van Gogh Anthology edited by Catfish McDaris and Dr. Marc Pietrzykowski, Eternal Snow, A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections with Himalayan Poet Yuyutsu RD Sharma scheduled for publication in Spring/Summer 2017 by Nirala Press and Seeing Beyond the Surface Volume II.

 

 

Another Play Word by Yuan Changming 

 

      If you could

Which word

Would you become? Which?

 

I would as lief

Be ‘life’:

 

 I may well turn out a ‘lie’

Without f–, but possessed in this word

My spelling contains many an ‘if’

 

            Yes, to live a life is to

Go through as many an if

       As you might wish to wish

 

 

 

 

Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. Currently, Yuan lives in Vancouver, where he edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan. Credits include ten Pushcart nominations, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) and BestNewPoemsOnline, among others.

 

 

Holy Spur by Anupama Bhattacharya

 

My morning awakes to a holy spur

Leaving behind the smells of petrol

As my faith rides me home

Far away from the madding crowd.

 

Through the  pane I gaze and wonder

Cocooned in childhood nostalgia:

Vitality of the plains. Pondering on

the secrets of simple living

so much do I miss to capture.

En route my station.

 

Yet I come back every time

Waving past the beckoning paddy fields

And Kans grass like fairy’s wings.

To my vapmire’s lair.

To the taste of urban malls.

 

Could Eve and Adam settle in Eden

after tasting the forbidden fruit?

How could I?

 

 

 

 

 

 

With an M.A in English literature Anupama Bhattacharya is a teacher by profession. Her poems have found place in platforms like The Time of India, Ceasurae Literary Magazine and Ethos Literary Magazine. She calls herself an aspiring poet because she thinks there’s always so much to learn. Many other Kolkata based little magazines like The Beacon Kolkata have also published her work. With specialization in kathak and Rabindranritya she tries to find immanence in dance as well. An ardent lover of music, literature and poetry she believes in healing the world with words and rhythm. She can be contacted at anu14bhatta@gmail.com

 

 

Unraveling Rhyme by Ann Christine Tabaka

 

The rhyming and the not,

as if I had forgot,

my words of many years,

embedded in my tears.

 

Days of youth have passed.

The die has long been cast.

Pieces of my life

still wading through pained strife.

 

Time has come and gone.

I waited far too long.

My words have all grown stale,

now lost beyond the pale.

 

A fire that once burned,

has long ago been spurned.

My passions all I gave,

lie cold beyond the grave.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

Waffles by David Flynn 

 

Make magic.

Twist your hand and point to the plate.

There wait waffles,

Cold.  Tough .  Dried.

Now pour maple syrup

from a spout,

tapped from a tree

a thousand miles away.

Fill the squares with brownness,

sugar and sap.

Add cherries from the frig.

Cold.  Without the twig.  Red.

Sit in the chair.

Stare at the magic,

a square of squares filled with commerce and crunch.

Brown.  Brown.  Red.

This sorcery will keep you alive,

and even more

will fill you with feeling,

taste, pleasure and patience.

A reason to live: 

Waffles.

 

 

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David Flynn was born in the textile mill company town of Bemis, TN.  His jobs have included newspaper reporter, magazine editor and university teacher.  He has five degrees and is both a Fulbright Senior Scholar and a Fulbright Senior Specialist with a recent grant in Indonesia.  His literary publications total more than two hundred.  He currently lives in Nashville, TN, where he is director of the Musicians Reunion, an annual blues festival now in its 36th year.  He also teaches at Belmont University in the English and Asian Studies programs.

History of Russian Theatre by David James

 

 

There’s a husband and a wife

and an older doctor who forgets

he was once married to a famous actress

who died of TB. With the widowed mother,

they live in a house in the country,

a gentle, simple life,

that is, until the husband’s twin brother

arrives, the handsome image of Satan himself.

 

Of course, we know

what’s in store: past grievances, arguments, adultery,

deceit, gun shots, secrets, the last words

out of a dying woman’s mouth.

 

The doctor will do his very best;

they’ll discover a problem with cash flow;

a war will be eminent with calls for enlistment

and hardship.

Desperate, lonely people will plod ahead.

 

The third act will rise up and you know the rest:

the confession and hidden truth

appearing to redeem

the doctor’s reputation, forgive the errant brother,

save both the marriage and homestead

and send the audience back to their quiet lives

with just a thin splinter

of hope.

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

   Summer Escapades by Joanne Olivieri

 

A Summer affair

on foreign shores

warm days, hot air balloons rise

to the occasion

exotic nights, your alcohol breath

fuels the flames.

 

A tequila sunrise at last call

and crickets scatting jazz tunes

a midsummer’s dream

erotic fantasies

in high definition.

 

 

.

 

Joanne has been writing for 50 years. She is a published poet and photographer. Her works have appeared in numerous in print and online publications such as The Parnassus Literary Journal, Westward Quarterly, The San Diego Arts and Poets Magazine, Nomads Choir, SP Quill, just to name a few. She was awarded a round-trip ticket to Hong Kong in 2007 by Cathay Pacific Airways for her winning entry in their poetry contest. Joanne is the founder and editor of Stanzaic Stylings Literary Ezine.

 

Joanne enjoys reading, writing, collecting old poetry books, live music concerts, roaming art galleries and museums, leisurely lunches with friends in diners, getting out in nature with her camera and making toys for and playing with her feathered companion, Sammers. You can learn all there is to know about her by visiting her website/blog at http://poeticshutterbug.blogspot.com

 

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