by Frances Schiavina |
Categories:
autumn,
Come my love past the beauty of the hill
Ablaze with ginger sunset and fall fire
On a fast downhill wagon hayride thrill
In festive saffron and amber attire
Celebrating with tambourine and lyre
Autumn’s gift of new harvest abundance
With an improvised Abu Barn floor dance
Circling around ginger and umber mound
Pumpkin carving for the Jack-O- lantern
Eating chestnuts fresh gathered from the ground
Racing rolling barrels to the caverns
To ferment before hitting the taverns
Cinnamon flavored pies and crimson wine
Ginger spiced to flavor the night is fine
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
allusion, art, community, discrimination, philosophy, prejudice,
I AM A PIG
A HAPPY PIG
CAPITALIST PIG
WITH A PINK CAPE
I OWN THINGS
I BUY THINGS
PIG THINGS
AND WINGS
IT HAS BEEN SAID
I AM A SEXY PIG
SO VERY CLEAN
SEXY AND PIGGY LIKE LEAN
A SEX MACHINE
WE HAVE YOU SEE
PLEASURES LASTING FIFTY MINUTES
MY GOD EVEN MORE
OF EROTIC GREY
I BUILD
CREATE
I EVEN VALUE THOSE PESKY HUMANS
PAY A DECENT WAGE
EVEN ONE DAY FEMINISTS WILL EAT ME
NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
ABU ALWAYS SAID
SO NOW MY STORY IS ALMOST DONE
EXCEPT FOR ONE SMALL DREAM
MY LOVE STORY
by Fabiyas M V |
Categories:
life,
As an Arab guest
magnetizes all eyes,
local VIPs get RIP
status. Abu sticks
his love on Arab’s
forehead. Sweet
vibes waft up with
the spicy smell of
the feast. Abu plans
another plaza above
the dunes in Dubai. He
makes his daughter’s
wedding unique with
the imported charm.
Currency blocks his
arteries. Love doesn’t
flow. He’s gifted his
wife with a desert.
Our new generation is
enchanted by Abu’s
flames of splendor.
He creates a culture
of earning over learning.
Material spring will be
followed by an autumn .
First published in The Literary Hatchet
by Nicole Perkins |
Categories:
desire, love, romance, soulmate,
At some point you and I became we,
my hopes became yours to share.
When did I realize we would become one?
Was it that spring, when the trees were pink with apple
blossoms and songbirds darted among the reeds and
we walked by the river speaking innumerable
sentences and you held my hand and told me your dreams?
Inspired by Two Little Girls by Fawziyya Abu-Khalid
by Lewis Nyaga |
Categories:
emotions, metaphor, word play,
The future made a face at at me
I made a face back at the future
If fate did smile my way
I wyly smiled back at her
Don't mention Karma to me..
They use deragatory terms
In reference to her... ways
Am born of Destiny..
Unto me a path Ordained
Speading wings like an eagle
I do love so soar cloud high..