by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
CHINESE SECRET LOVERS
Bold frogs croak
Garden pond danger watch
Carp smile deep
Frog-beckoned silkworms weave
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©1/3/13
by Bev Stewart |
The girl kneels on the concrete slabs.
Dipping her hand into the water-
She spooks the carp within.
Laughing, she drops in tiny crumbs of bread,
That float around like little boats.
Suddenly, the carp are back,
Gobbling the bread from below.
She sits back, hugging herself with joy.
She’d love to take up a fish
And holding its slimy body
In her tiny hands.
She’d plant a kiss upon its scaly head.
by Alexander Ray |
11th grade, 12th grade, best friend, blessing, first love, true love, youth,
For all time, my darling, I am willing to wait
In this dark, achromatic void of emptiness encompassing me
‘Round and ‘round, as a carp circling the bate
Still unsure whether this privilege will bring pain or glee
Thereby embarking on a grand pilgrimage of esprit
Let yourself straight in, for I’ve been waiting so tenaciously
Often contemplating your very existence ‘til it aches
Venturing— as a hummingbird —hurriedly yet graciously
Excavating each new blossom, quenching my heart, ‘til it breaks.
by Christuraj Alex |
Your stare stabbing so shear sharp -
An acute arrow, hook-tipped -
As in the throat, bone of carp,
Pricking the flesh; gets it clipped...
Yet my yearning, like bee-hop
To draw nectar from you dripped;
And touch the peak of glee-top,
Like wide wildfire gets me gripped.
It's hence, dear, I run to you,
As a beggar seeks the rich;
My bowl of soul filled with woe,
Begging love's eternal niche...
To you to prove my love true,
My life with your love enrich;
with mercy glances as dew,
Thrill me and wholly bewitch.
13 August 2021