Poetry Corner 2

Ignoring The Humble-Brag Of Emphasis

Both fought well,

the elder and the minor,

knocking over chairs

ricocheting like punitives.

Defraying dependence.

Any painting containing crockery

would be passed on.

Perhaps a withering coastal region

justifying erosion not even,

global warming is for real.

By Colin James

Pollution

Every morning I open my eyes

I step outside

Swallowing a world of pollution

Acid rain from the exhaustion.

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Not only me and my human friends

Put to jeopardy but also

A sea of pollution

Endanger of sea creatures.

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So much plastic

It really is drastic

It really is unfair

So much killing of the water and air

This really is not a drop in the ocean.

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Not forgetting other animals of the world

Where they have to stand

Where they have to lie

In the past, we closed our eyes

Now we have to pay.

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All the rubbish

All the plastic

All the pollution

Some we see

Some we swallow.

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It really is the hour

To enforce our power

Stop killing our nature

Stop killing our world.

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If we reject

Death is the price

We will sadly pay.

By Amanda Jane Bayliss (West Yorkshire, England).

Amanda is offering the poetry world a fresh new voice. This voice has been welcomed by editors of the following online publications, Ambrosial Literary Garland, OpenDoor Magazine, Journey of the Heart, and Trouvaille Review. Amanda Jane likes to experiment with different genres and her published work can be found here.

Thunder

Hope pounds heavenward

like hooves of horses

at a crossroad,

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or as light

measures emptiness

in a fallow field

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an arc of lightning,

so high to the summit

where moments wake.

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At last there is rain,

to move away,

to deepen.

to finish our days.

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or walking me, breathless, the longest way

home.

By Judy DeCroce.

Judy is an internationally published poet, flash fiction writer, educator, and avid reader whose recent works have been published by The BeZine, Brown Bag Online, North of Oxford, The Poet Magazine, Amethyst Review, The Wild Word, OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters, and many journals and anthologies. As a professional storyteller and teacher of that genre, she also offers workshops for all ages in flash fiction. Judy lives and works in upstate New York with her husband poet/artist, Antoni Ooto.