PPP Ezine: Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine, Volume 5; Issue 2; February 2021

 

The Puzzle by Fabrice Poussin

Full of Flaws by Alexis Ogunmokun

Believing in Yourself by Ahmad Al-Khatat

As Lovers Will by Edward Lee

Routine, Songs and Coffee by Ferris E. Jones

Our Predicament by James G. Piatt

The Forest at Sunset by John Grey

Blue Plastic Pool by Kelli J Gavin

Illusions by Lynn Long

Fraternity of Brotherhood by Milton P. Ehrlich

The Magic of the Rainbow by Ndaba Sibanda

 

 

The Puzzle by Fabrice Poussin

 

They wonder

if you know the lightning

of the aura following you

as you traverse the expense of green.

 

They wish

there was a way to break the spell

of the warm prison glow

your protection like a sarcophagus.

 

They ask

whether you might ever want to

be read like the open story you once were

fragile then in every fiber of your flesh.

 

I too imagine

what remains of the passionate girl

who used to share her infinity willingly

as a sacrifice to the upcoming suffering.

 

All witness

vanishing into the dense heat of a new dusk

as she walks in a dream of her making

her fortress impregnable into eternity.

 

 

 

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications. 

  

 

Full of Flaws by Alexis Ogunmokun

 

I am a gemstone
That is flawless
I am forever
I am found in mines
Smuggled to America
Turned into jewelry
For profit while miners
Search for other hand like me
I am covered in innocent blood
I am considered woman’s best friend
Who am I?

 

 

 

Her name is Alexis Ogunmokun. She resides in Bloomington-Normal, Illinois. She works at Hy-Vee. She writes poetry and short fiction. She is an introvert with a dream to publish her poems. She has one brother and one sister. She loves to live life to the fullest.

Believing in Yourself by Ahmad Al-Khatat

 

 

Wake up and let the sunshine

over your misery darkness.

Wake up and let the rain heal

and wash away your deepest wounds.

 

Look at your healthy soul.

Listen to your heartbeat.

And give yourself a chance to

see what life has to offer.

 

Smile and don’t let haters

tell you cannot dream.

No matter what anyone says,

remember to believe in yourself.

 

Do you know that your eyes shine as

the sun shines? every time you achieve

something, your will ambitions will increase

and uplift you.

 

 

 

 

Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally and has poems translated into several languages. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2018. He is the author of The Bleeding Heart Poet, Love On The War’s Frontline, Gas Chamber, Wounds from Iraq, Roofs of Dreams, and The Grey Revolution. He lives in Montreal, Canada.

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

As Lovers Will by Edward Lee

 

       

As dogs will do, with rainfall in their pelts;

As athletes will, regrouping from mistakes;

As lovers will; as with old skin, will snakes:

My maple shrugs the snow off as it melts.

 

 

 

 

Charles Leggett is a professional actor based in Seattle, WA, USA. His poetry has been published in the US, the UK, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand and Canada. Recent/forthcoming publications include Sublevel, As Above So Below, Automatic Pilot, Volney Road Review, Ocotillo Review, and Heirlock Magazine.

 

Routine, Songs and Coffee by Ferris E. Jones

 

 

It must be one minute

Before the morning begins

To prosper, for without,

The day will be in doubt.

No alarm ever rings

In a day, that has wings.

 

The signal from the sky

Cannot breathe, beat or deny

The joyfulness of time.

It must be soon to start,

No music from the past

And the day cannot last.

 

It’s counted by the stair steps,

Set up from the day before

To open, witness, feel

And prove its hindrance real.

An addiction begins

With a sip, hot with grins.

 

 

 

Ferris E Jones is an award-winning, internationally published poet and screenwriter living in Puyallup Washington. His work has appeared in both print and online magazines, including as the featured poet for Creative Talents Unleashed. Other magazines include: Glo Mag, Piker Press, Se La Vie Writers Journal, Write on Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, Degenerate Literature 17, Tuck Magazine, The Literary Hatchet, Warriors with Wings, In Between Hangovers, and many other literary publications. He is the recipient of two grants from the Nevada Arts Council and the Editor and Publisher of Nevada Poets 2009. Ferris has twice received honorable mention awards from Writers Digest annual screenwriting contest. Ferris is also the Author / Editor of seven collections of poetry. You can learn more about Ferris E. Jones by visiting www.inquisitionpoetry.com where each month he features the work of other poets. The goal of this site is to spread the word of poetry throughout the world.

 

 

 

Our Predicament by James G. Piatt

 

 

Arriving in the early hours

Of a rusting metallic morning,

 

Oxidized rhetoric covered 

With lies and innuendo,

 

Emerges from the dark banal hours:

Then a voice tweeting crimson ink,

 

Merges into our reality like

Dark allegories held in the 

 

Cold dreariness of obscurity,

And dishonesty.

 

Inside a sere field of graves,

Even death is unable

 

To delay the infusing of his toxic  

Rants into naïve minds.

 

The man without veracity defies

All rationality, and sanity,

 

As he destroys the nation’s 

Integrity, and history of morality. 

 

 

 

James G. Piatt is a Best of Web nominee and three time Pushcart nominee, has had four collections of poetry; “Solace Between the Lines,” “Light,” “Ancient Rhythms,” and “The Silent Pond,” as well as over 1480 poems, five novels and 35 short stories, published worldwide. He is now looking for a publisher for his fifth collection of poems which he has just completed.  He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU

 

 

The Forest at Sunset by John Grey

 

 

 

Hell is not fire, merely the stifling of light. 

It watches for sunset, then moves in sublime.

 

There is no refuge in shadow,

nor the fading remnants of light.

 

And hell is not the flame pits of the afterlife

but an enveloping snare in this one. 

 

It’s a beast that’s let loose by the darkness.

It’s the dread that keeps coming back for more.

 

 

 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest book, “Leaves On Pages” is available through Amazon.

 

 





 

Blue Plastic Pool by Kelli J Gavin

 

 

My mother sat for hours in the front yard

She would pull a folding lawn chair Up to the edge of the blue plastic pool Positioning her sunglasses that she had saved From her last jaunt to Hawaii in the late 60s On top of her head

A tiara resting on her beautiful black short curly hair

She was generous with the sun oil

That always seemed to glisten on her arms

 

Once her feet entered that icy hose filled pool My sister and I knew she should be left alone Silence prevailed until she slowly removed her feet Mom would towel dry one and then the other

She then stood next to pool always studying the water

In the late 80s I finally asked why she loved that pool

 

Her answer came slowly as she removed her dark lenses

“That pool is a refuge.

I remember an ocean that I will never see again. I pretend that pool is water surrounding Hawaii. No other land that I can see.

Even for a few moments, it is him and I on the beach.” The HIM was Norman Allen Kaluhiokalani

The man she thought she would one day marry                                                                         

 

My mother didn’t marry Norman

She returned to Minnesota and then married my father

Norman and my mother lost touch over the years

My mother spoke of the water and the waves

Of body surfing and eating fish on the beach

Of time spent in a sandy hut with the man of her dreams More often in her final days his name fell from her lips Norman Allen Kaluhiokalani

 

Now when I swim in my large ever so blue pool

I often think of my mom and her refuge

Of her Hawaiian waters

Of sunglasses worn the last time she saw the man she dreamed of

 

Whether it is a pool or lake or the ocean in the gulf

I will always remember fondly a folding lawn chair

Pulled up to the edge of a blue plastic pool.

 

 

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.                                                                                       

 

Illusions by Lynn Long

 

 

Illusions of wondrous reverie

Woven in words

Upon celestial tapestry

Written to a lonely star

Enraptured by a Neptune

moon

She falls from the sky

in love- never true…

 

 

Lynn Long is a poet, writer, aspiring novelist, as well as a daydreamer and firm believer in the impossible. She has been published in the following ezines, journals and online publications: Stanzaic Stylings, PPP Ezine, Antarctica Journal, Contributing artist at HitRECord.org and Scriggler.com.

 

 

 

Fraternity of Brotherhood by Milton P. Ehrlich

 

 

Three drops of dew on a blade of grass 

glisten in morning sunlight.

A tiny butterfly hovering overhead,

whispers: I have a message for you.

Your brothers want to know

what’s taking you so long?

They have space reserved for you.

The fat drop barks: Can you spare a few bucks?

I need to shmear the bouncer at the door

or else I can’t get in. The other drop chimes in,

reminding me to get my teeth cleaned twice a year.

I tell the butterfly to let them know

I’ll soon be there just as soon as a few more stents clog up.

 

 

 

Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 87- year-old psychologist and a veteran of the Korean War. He has published many poems in periodicals such as the London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Christian Science Monitor, and the New York Times.

                               

 

 

 

 

The Magic of the Rainbow by Ndaba Sibanda

 

 

There is something intriguing 

about a rainbow of nationalities

and a kaleidoscope of ethnicities 

not only about their various cultures,

their colours, creeds and languages,

their interests, hobbies and visions 

their farming, fooling,food and music,

but also about their understanding 

of the sense of humanity and history  

rooted in their many traditional stories, 

imbedded and loud in their ethnic clothing,  

their lives rich in colour, diversity & detail,

teaching us about our diverse walks in life

and the need to embrace the human race 

in its diversity and depth as it is both a unit 

and a badge of beauty ,ability and creativity 

 

 

Ndaba Sibanda is the author of Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things, The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence, The Way Forward, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, As If They Minded:The Loudness Of Whispers, This Cannot Be Happening :Speaking Truth To Power, The Dangers  Of Child Marriages:Billions Of Dollars Lost In Earnings And Human Capital, The Ndaba Jamela and Collections and Poetry Pharmacy.  Sibanda’s work has received Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominations. Some of his work has been translated into Serbian.

 

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