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Excerpts from : Poetry Café


Do We Have A Single Drop of Humanity Left?

I wonder what Indians of our generation, modern and free in spirit and mind, have to say to this: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/videoshow/4815708.cms — a woman was molested and stripped in broad day light in the streets of Patna while crowds and enthusiasts watched the abhorrent act in silence. I am shocked to see that nobody, no literate or uneducated, no wise or unwise citizen had the guts to come forward and save the woman. It is a glaring example of passiveness of Indian citizens, who take the liberty of being sardonic in front of media, in blog forums, yet in real life they are mere dumb citizens. I wonder if the media that covered the incident was seriously lacking in humanitarian obligations that they too became silent spectators in filming such a detestable incident when they should have gone ahead and tried to stop it in the first place. How abusive our county is that after all these, the police had blamed the woman, saying that ultimately it was her fault. Our administrative system is apparently such corrupted and flawed that the police here dropped the facade of nicety when they also let themselves be entertained by the shameful spectacle instead of doing anything to protect the woman. The line between evil and good is so thin, so permeable, and here we find a real-life example of the “Lucifer-Effect”, which states how social pressure and social atmosphere turn good people to evil satanic characters....

- Barnali Saha ( Female . Nashville, TN. United States )

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LIGHT from THE SUN LOVES EVERY PLANET

The inception
Of
A
Reflection

Light refracted by eyes

The dissonance
Of
Striving
To
Make
Images converge

Parallels remain
Form
And
Shadow

Light slowly dissipates
Merging strangers.

- Robert Strzalko

Featured Poem


FORCES

A force drags
Lines from a line
None can guess meanings
But each can define

A day only of mornings
And you’re waking up all the time
Contradictions and confusion visit your mind
You forget only to force out another line

A friend is an enemy of your well-being
But it’s only his laughs that make you smile
You do everything but can’t choose
And choices keep arriving on time…

- Sudhir Garimalla

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I shall be your everything, as you are for me; How do I propose to do this, how might this be? My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, even dare! Foremost, I shall be your heart's e'er ...
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Vehicles stand like islands In the polluted shallow ponds. The tottering plastic top Is the make shifts office Of the conductor in front. He keeps under his feet A broken hand fan And often frightens As if it might be stolen. With roaring voice h...
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Basho died on November 28, 1694. According to the lunar calendar, the anniversary of his death fell on October 12 this year. I visited the poet's statue in Akita, and planned to stay at home and reread his travel journey “The Narrow Road to the De...
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paula dawn lietz

Silence

Mutual silence. Only nature understands whispered notes of love. paula dawn lietz 2009 ©

Started by paula dawn lietz in Haiku & Tanka 3 hours ago.

paula dawn lietz

Dawn

Coffee beakons first sun kiss soothes restless leaves. Fall dawn awakens. paula dawn lietz 2009 ©

Started by paula dawn lietz in Haiku & Tanka 3 hours ago.

paula dawn lietz

Letter

Read letter in hands as I wait upon the knoll. Whispering volumes paula dawn lietz 2009 ©

Started by paula dawn lietz in Haiku & Tanka 3 hours ago.

paula dawn lietz

Stared Into Dawn

In my dreams you dreamt You felt the heat of me Against the strength and Shelter of you. My tendrils swept within The hues of your shadow That sculptured our bodies In intimate detail. In my dream ...

Started by paula dawn lietz in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 4 hours ago.

Maurice Harris

The Proposal 2 Replies

I shall be your everything, as you are for me; How do I propose to do this, how might this be? My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, e...

Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ]. Last reply by Maurice Harris 3 hours ago.

paula dawn lietz

Life Unfurls

Cold and dark, Planted there. Stripped bare. Huddled beneath Winter snow. Seed steadfast. Natures wonder Pulsating. Upward. Trembling. Timidly reaching Higher, then Higher. Grasping. Gasping Sunlig...

Started by paula dawn lietz in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 5 hours ago.

DR.RAM SHARMA

ONE TRUTH

ONE TRUTH One truth To make familiar of unfamiliar One work To move the cycle of change One effort To steal the brightness of a pearl One illusion To show friendship by faces One question To unmask...

Started by DR.RAM SHARMA in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 14 hours ago.

P K Padhy

The Travel Poem

Vehicles stand like islands In the polluted shallow ponds. The tottering plastic top Is the make shifts office Of the conductor in front. He keeps under his feet A broken hand fan And often frighte...

Started by P K Padhy in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 16 hours ago.

Hidenori Hiruta

Haiku about Basho's memorial

Basho died on November 28, 1694. According to the lunar calendar, the anniversary of his death fell on October 12 this year. I visited the poet's statue in Akita, and planned to stay at home and re...

Started by Hidenori Hiruta in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 20 hours ago.

surendra pallai

SUICIDE OF A FARMER

A streaming of suicides now on they are none other than our beloved farmers, one after another carried with biers. They left behind, their deserted waste fields, the mockery of the sky the contort...

Tagged: fields, frustration, waste, repayment, farmers

Started by surendra pallai in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 1 day ago.

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Silence

Mutual silence.
Only nature understands
whispered notes of love.

paula dawn lietz 2009 ©

Dawn

Coffee beakons
first sun kiss soothes restless leaves.
Fall dawn awakens.

paula dawn lietz 2009 ©

Letter

Read letter in hands
as I wait upon the knoll.
Whispering volumes

paula dawn lietz 2009 ©
 
 

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A few words with Howie Good

Robert Louis Henry: I love this e-chapbook. How did you come with the idea for My Heart Draws a Rough Map, and how does this, in your opinion, differ from the actual finished product?

Howie Good: The chapbook is a series of 19 prose poems, but I didn't realize I was writing a series, or consciously set out to extend it as far as I could, until I had written three or four of the poems, and with other poems written in-between. This is pretty typical for me. That is, I don't know what I am doing half the time -- at least not until I'm in the midst of doing it. The same pattern occurred with two other series of prose poems I've written, Tomorrowland and Ghosts of Breath.

Generally, what happens in these cases is that I notice an image or mood or theme recurring across several pieces, and instead of throwing my hands up in despair at my lack of originality or novel ideas – instead of treating it as a defect – I try to turn it into an opportunity for a longer, more sustained work.

My Heart Draws a Rough Map actually began as an attempt to avoid cliche. I hit a stretch where I kept using heart in a very banal way – as the seat of emotion, or insight, or judgment – in whatever I was writing. I was stuck until I realized one way around the cliche was to stop treating the heart as pure symbol and start treating it as a character. Rip it out of my chest and set it on the road to adventure. So that's what I did.

Justin Runge, the editor-publisher of Blue Hour Press, had a significant impact on the final form of the chapbook. He is responsible for its beautiful design and for recruiting Mia Christopher to illustrate it. Her illustrations, which have a kind of childlike simplicity, but also a hint of strangeness, do a remarkable job of amplifying the vibe of the poems.

Justin also suggested reordering the sequence of some of the poems. For example, the series originally ended with what is now the penultimate poem. The chapbook was considerably strengthened because of his editorial suggestions....

- Robert Louis Henry

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shopping soulmates: give me more

We are all familiar with the story : boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy and girl gets married. For the majority of the western world, this is our ideal of a great beginning to a perfect marriage. It is important to realize that while India is very modernized in some aspects (i.e.. they lead the world in student's math and science scores and produce the largest amount of engineers in the world) they still keep to the tradition of arranged marriages. Marriages formed out of love AKA "love marriages" do happen in India but it is not the norm. It is an accepted fact that a person's family will play a role in picking the marriage partner....

- atraeyee purkait

Excerpts from Fiction

You will be Happy to learn that the most promising novel of Sunil Sharma titled The Minotaur is finally launched from Book Enclave, Jaipur. After the perusal of this brilliant novel one thing is guaranteed that the boundaries of genres will no longer remain the same.

A Peep into the Book:

The Minotaur is a chilling but familiar account of the rise and fall of a third-world despot. Riding the tidal wave of popular support, Caesar the Marxist, soon turns into a dictator and plunges his impoverished, exploited nation into a bloody civil war. Fleeing from his burning nation, he lands up in a remote island and declares himself the King. Then the personal descent of a once charismatic doctor-turned-guerilla leader into personal hell begins. The Minotaur is born and finally finds his nemesis, in the form of a radicalized native, on that remote island… A dark tale of power-crazy leaders, as relevant in today’s Africa or Latin America or South Asia, as it was in the ancient world...

- Shaleen Kumar Singh
 

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