Anger Is My Joy | A Poem by G.S. Katz

When I’m ticked off
You’ll know it
Life is not LOL
or smiley emoticons
or this: :)

When you disrespect me
I will be sincere
In telling you
To blow off

Anger is my joy
I use it to defuse
Don’t say you weren’t warned
Have I made myself clear?



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Impending Summer | A Poem by G.S. Katz

sultry
heat
skin
attraction
gaze
lean stares
gelato
watermelon
dirty martinis
low cut
bbq
old dogs
new tricks

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Weather or Not | A Poem by G.S. Katz

I live in the Northeast
The winter sucked
It’s spring now
But still feels like winter

But it’s weather
So get over it
And talk about something else
Can you do that for me?

Please say yes…

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It’s Who I Am | A Poem by G.S. Katz

cajole
flatter
fill the void
of your emptiness

favorite song on the radio
a cool breeze by the window
the first glow of libation
a scent of yesterday’s cologne

vibe, sensation, city life
wearing black till the brink
your deacon of passion
bringing it all back home

for you…

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Before Sleep | A Poem by Kirsten Terry

Every night it’s another starvation for sleep
A quick mind set to devastation
Thinking of everything in the past
Or will this new happiness even last?
There’s a little light I hope to keep
I try to lay my mind to rest in a sweet meditation
In all truth for this there is no remediation
Only for in my mind I stay in an alternate illusion,
Closing my eyes to take my vision away from the sad truth,
I begin to dream.

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As I Ride in the Afternoon | A Poem by Chloe

As I ride in the afternoon
A whiff of a poem hangs in the air
My soul stretches and yearns,
A scent of a whiff of a feeling
Lingers malingers spirals away

I pedal and I sweat,
Body happy in the Sunday heat
Still a swirl of a scent
of a whiff of a song
Somewhere a melody awaits
Words perched on the edge
Waiting to descend
Words like souls on the rim of heaven
Waiting to be written, waiting to be thought

I perk my ears, a sound of a siren
A sigh of a swirl of a scent of a whiff
Of a something…
I ride down the avenue, bodies and minds
And vehicles all around me
The immense incoherence of all of us
Exhaust fumes, hot concrete
Ugliness and effort against a uselessly beautiful sky
Why would I be visited by a whisper of a poem
Why, if my life waits for me on a fifth floor
I work and I eat and I shop and I spend and I crest and I fall
Crest and fall but who would stop and listen if I sang
And why me and why now

I pedal and I search
I think on the words.
If I ever captured this poem,
If by my hand it would
Descend into this world
I would not want to sing it out loud
I would not want to own it even
Could it just go quietly and find its way
Into just a few hearts, could it hang in the air
Just a whiff of a scent of a something in the hot afternoon

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Care | A Poem by G.S. Katz

You really care about me
You warm me up
Even on an icy day
Your love paves my way

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