Poem
By Russell Atkins
The probability in the yard:
The rodent keeps the cat close by;
The cat would sharp at the bird;
The…
The rodent keeps the cat close by;
The cat would sharp at the bird;
The…
Category
Humor & Satire
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- PoemBy Joshua SeigalI don’t like similes.Every time I try to think of onemy brain feels like a vast, empty desert;my eyes…
- PoemBy Aram Saroyan“ # $ % _ & ‘ ( ) * !
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z x c v b n m , . / - PoemBy CAConrad“this is your
captain” Frank says from the cockpit
“all passengers wishing to bail out
any time during our flight
it
is
too
late
I have shredded the parachutes to confetti
in celebration of our arrival” - PoemBy CAConrad“don’t tell me it was
the wind!” Frank shouts
“THAT TREE
WAVED
AT ME!” - PoemBy CAConradMother was angry when
Frank accused his brother
of being a cartoon
“but look!” Frank said
“I can fold him
into airplanes!
I can chew him
into spitballs!”
“stop chewing and folding your brother!
he loves you very much!” she said
“then why doesn’t he say so?”
“because
we can’t afford a
screenwriter’s... - PoemBy Amy ClampittThe lit night glares like a day-glo strawberry,
the stakeout car beside the hydrant is full of feds,
and the ikon of our secret hero(ine?), atop the
feckless funnypaper mesa we try to live in, is that
poor dumb indestructible super-loser Krazy Kat.
O Innocence,... - PoemBy Dorianne LauxCamera in hand, I call out to them,
one by one, in twos and threes,
working up to the group shots,
the family portrait.
My nephews, scrubbed clean, dressed
in red, hug each other's mirror image
and smile the same smile.
Head to head, their dark hair... - Poem
From the magazine:
Forward, Backward, Slow, Fast, a Sun Shone
By Corey ZellerSam Kinison died on his back on the side of a highway seemingly talking to God. Richard Pryor’s family and friends, thinking Pryor was dead after setting himself on fire, jumped over the fence of his compound in California and... - Poem
From the magazine:
Toast
By D. A. PowellSaid my illness
I’m tired of being
serious all the
time I don’t
like how you
treat me like
we haven’t shared
the same apartments
for eighteen years
long enough to be… - PoemBy Paul MuldoonI’ll be the Road Runner
To your Wile E Coyote
I’ll take you in my stride
I’ll be a Sancho Panza
To your Don Quixote
Your ever faithful guide
I’ll stand by you in the lists
With our market strategists
I’ll be your sideman, baby,
I’ll be by your... - PoemBy Alberto Ríos1
Pies have a reputation.
And it’s immediate —no talk of potential
Regarding a pie. It’s good
Or it isn’t, but mostly it is—sweet, very sweet
Right then, right there, blue and red.
It can’t go to junior college,
Work hard for the grades,
Work two jobs on... - PoemBy Dan VeraI will tell you why she rarely ventured from her house.
It happened like this:
One day she took the train to Boston,
made her way to the darkened room,
put her name down in cursive script
and waited her turn.
When they read her name... - PoemBy William ShakespeareWhen daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds... - Poem
From the magazine:
Reparations Redefinition: Bond
By Marcus WickerThe thing about facing your fears head on
is it only really works on TV. As an example, let’s say
a clawfoot bathtub teeming with arachnids
is your garden... - Poem
From the magazine:
Myth of the Mole
By S.J. Fowler & Max PorterI would not have thought I would have needed to say this.
Once upon a time, there was an English mole. I say mole, I mean vole, or guilty black hole. Not so much a mole as a disaffected young teacher,... - PoemBy Ntozake Shangelady in brown
de library waz right down from de trolly tracks
cross from de laundry-mat
thru de big shinin floors & granite pillars
ol st. louis is famous for
i found toussaint
but not til after months uv
cajun katie/ pippi longstockin
christopher robin/ eddie... - PoemBy Wallace Stevensi
The World without Imagination
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As such, the Socrates
Of snails, musician of... - Poem
From the magazine:
Laughter
By Crisosto Apacheone day, Coyote sees Duck walking her ducklings,
Coyote asks her how she keeps them in a straight line,
Duck says she sews them together
with white horsetail hair every morning
and tugs on the line gently,
until the horsehair disappears,
that is how she keeps...