OPEN MIC ARCHIVES March

OPEN MIC ARCHIVES
March, 2003

TWENTY LINES

jeremy clayman

I've got 20 lines to let a stranger take a look in,

& it doesn't even matter 'cause I'm a stranger in my own skin

Here's a thought, can we take a swing at why

all of a sudden, reapers called poets

are lookin' at free verse kinda 'grimm'?

The lights are dim and I can still feel

decades when the new beatniks were tryin' to break in.

Rhythm's always in my head, but not in my words-

I leave it up to you-

Cargo or concept, which do you feel first?

I thought liberty of language was primarily the jist,

So I raise a fist against the boundaries

and I shouldn't be the only one pissed.

I was always taught- master vocab, feeling, fluidity,

& then flow, but I'm a stranger in my own skin

So what the hell do I know?

I've got 20 lines to let a stranger take a look in,

So if you can find a word that rhymes with orange,

then you can tell in me which way

to redirect the origin of my pen...

~*~

IT SNOWS AT SEA

S N Shriver

It snows at sea

Quiet drops in flakes

Melting designs

Leave form for all

~*~

Imagination of Man
A tribute to the imagination of man (kalpana chawala )

Surender Singhal

What not you can

Safest shield and high tower

Thy art the superb power

Base of all come true dream

Moonlight and a sunbeam

To know the stuff unknown

You jumped over the mystic zone

To all you acted as motivation

You are Great you are Imagination

Beyond the sky blue

To know some clue

To mysteries and experiments

Or to make some invents

Flew up to come down

But mixed up in universe unknown

It lost somewhere- sometime

Imagination prime imagination prime

~*~

~My Life~

Nur Ayuni Gazali

When I found out I was sick

I was really mad, mad enough to have a fit

This is certainly not the life I would pick

But it's mine and I still have to go through it

I hate it, I really do...

I hate what they had put me through

Others complained that their life sucks

Broke up with their boyfriends and failed a few exams

What they didn't realize was on their side there's Luck...

Luck that kept them normal and healthy

It would mean alot if it was me

I hate it, I really do...

I hate what they had put me through

Still moving on, still living

My life flows on just like a stream

They are in school learning

I'm in this place not forgiving

I get Chemotherapy and they study Chemistry

I guess that's the difference between them and me

It hurts, it really does...

But I have to move on, I must

Here I am eight months later

I'm still the old me, just a little bit mature

What I've gone through I will remember forever

For it made me the person I am

I'm proud to say I'm braver than any man

I'm only fifteen going on sixteen

But I could already see how fragile life could be

I also experienced life could be so mean

At the same time, I'm glad it happened to ME

I did not lose hope, did not fear

I know God is out there, somewhere near

Sure it sucks and it hurts

It really does...

But I have to move on, I must

For it's MY LIFE

and I'm not giving it up!

~*~

RETURN

Francisc Pal

I'm deepening into a white stone

Around a singing street lamp

With a nice poem to read

Once, twice

I don't know for how many times

Until

Coming back.

~*~

LET NOT DIE

SHERMAN HANKINS

Shakespeare has influenced life

""""""To Be or Not To Be""""""

Literatured the world with

his charming words of chemistry

To those that understand

""""""So Hear or Not To See""""""

Romantic pleasures, beautiful

gardens,

words of wisdom past forth in

centuries

He has not to die for those to

replay his voice,

Inspirations with those,

those who read by choice

~*~

Nightscape

by Mark Allinson

On summer evenings I love to hear

the rise and falling rumble

of an airliner, passing somewhere behind

a sheet of alto stratus.

The gentle grumble of the engines

lets you know how deep the sky really is,

giving flat darkness its third dimension

like a boulder rolling down a dark ravine.

And it gives the swelling moon

a deep vibration in her belly,

soothing her loneliness and making her light

fall like a shaken sift of flour on the hills.

~*~

LITTLE THINGS

Robert McKinstry

Her niece's voice broke and failed as they cried,

recalling their La La before she died.

" I told her I loved her each day" one said.

'though sobbed she'd forgotten La's first day dead.

Grace and care shown on the faces La'd kissed.

Comfort she'd given was painfully missed.

Her presence arranged with flowers and creases.

Beauty recalled with love by her nieces.

Some small kindnesses relived at a wake.

A halloween she'd made them orange cake.

It was the little things, they seemed to say,

that touched them most as she'd past their way.

Touched by their tears, their loss and its toll

our spirits swelled and rose up with her soul.

~*~

THE INHERITANCE

©Sandra Karleen Chirozzi

They say I have my grandmother’s face,

And we even walk the same.

Someone told Mom I was going to be a boy,

So I got my grandfather’s name.

I have my one aunt’s demeanor,

And also her short legs and arms.

I got my singing voice from my Dad’s sister,

And also her girlish charms.

But there’s one thing I’ve been thinking about that strikes me kinda funny.

Why did I inherit my MOTHER’S FAT CELLS instead of my grandfather’s money?

~*~

The vines intertwine

Like all the stories in my mind

Of pictures so bright

Painted memories of sight

Travels that were made

Beautiful landscapes never fade

A walk down a windy road

I write this my ode

For the future cannot be told

I hold my memories of old

A story book of life

Some good, some strife

To where we go one will never know

Where the path will end

But follow me and we will see

Changes around the bend

tara

~*~

Amatory Tapestry on My Mind

For A Friend of Mine

Marlene E Lennon

In my mind's eye, my tapestry will weave a new plane for me.

Our adoration declares a new love to toast.

Words begin to circle within our moat.

Paper moon is etching out our names,

which spills like the sea covering its vast terrain.

Longings caress our sleep and dreams.

Then again, we’ve never met.

Not yet, just hopefully in our dreams floating in our flying machines.

Pecking out bits & bytes carried by the electrodes of life.

Notes covered with dreams of seas swept up in passion.

The weaving echoes etchings of two melting as one.

In my mind's eye, the tapestry has been woven…

Opened doors peers into the souls' delight…

Skin touching, and for the very first time,

we experience love that we thought only mere words would describe.

Eyes lock as we search each other's soul.

Tears flow as we embrace the beauty of our truth

engulfing emptiness where hope will now reside

Tenderness cradled with amatory kisses.

When we meet, will amaurosis set in, I wonder?

Will my tapestry I wove just become a mere blonder?

Then I wake and reach out realizing you are still in my mind's eye.

Hope is all I have till tomorrow arrives.

This dream, I just let it lie as the tapestry weaves on.

~*~

U.F.O( Unidentified Fragmentary Objective)

V. Giannah Santiago

How can you express a feeling that until now

for you was unknown?

What if the words of all languages were of no use

to accurately divulge what you have been shown?

How would you then communicate yourself with complete

honesty and clarity?

Do you hold it in or keep searching for the words to

ventilate yourself correctly?

Is it simply anticipated for some of these things to remain

unfounded or unsaid?

If so how do you cope with the loss of the ability to

truly be open with your heart and your head?

Can there be a way for you to overcome these circumstances

that are absurd?

Who can happily be content going through their entire

life being unheard?

Am I the only one who has pondered these incomprehensible

feelings that are being sought?

If this is the case can someone then kindly and adequately

relate to me the exact purpose of thought?

~*~

BENEDICTION

R. WEIR

After mass,

the last of the lost

gathered her children

and left the lot. Blue

smoke trailing her

station wagon.

Candles extinguished.

Prayers left hanging.

Inside the car,

a punch is thrown

and hell breaks loose.

~*~

Hanna

by Eve P.

My name is Hanna

In garden with black flowers my feet are

Warm fingers dipped in cold shield of universe

I am Hanna

A trail

Lost hope

A curse on the lips of ancient gods

I am the eldest

before you had met a God

~*~

SAND IN AN HOURGLASS

PAUL VONHARNISH

I gaze out the window

at the wind moving by

Watch grand trees

sway in perfect synchronicity

Feel in this moment

the excellence of something haunting me

Inside these realms of grace, I am hidden

Hidden from the curious, and the simple

I am moved by my own awakening

Yearning to share

the ever subtle dream

Yet the song of my heart

is stilled, once again

Voided, by the arrogance

of commerce, and dis-grace

Interrupted, by the ticking of a clock

As if the sand in the hourglass

were not enough

to capture the murmur

of this nights passing

~*~

ANIMALS AND PLANTS

BY Alvin Charlery

The ability to think that human possess

Is demonstrated by the birds when they build their nest

The act of reproducing is not exclusive to us

Populating their habitat, to the animals, is a must

Day by day we strive to stay alive

Meanwhile, in the arid deserts the cacti thrive

We are interdependent on each other

Only love, not hate, can keep us together

The oxygen we breathe is produced by the plants

Nitrates we expell is consumed by the herbs

The overstanding of nature is available to all

But due to corruption, people's backs are against a wall

You reap what you sew is one of the many laws of nature

Despite your gender, colour or stature

Animals and plants both respire

The goodness of the earth they do aspire

To keep in concordance with the way that's right

We must learn that we ought not to fight

Unity, the key to success may not be demonstrated by the plants

However, it is evident if we observe the ants.

~*~

Low and high, in the sky or in the ground, we all know what we have found.

Zane

~*~

He played the guitar and worked in a bar

he opened a beer and he made it look clear

He wished he was there at the top of the world

not being ashamed and not feeling curled

YOSSEFANAIS

~*~

“If I were…”

Alaa Muwafy

If I were the sky,

Expanding and high,

If I were a flower,

Under a water shower,

If I were a tree,

Watching with glee,

The world.

If I were free,

Too simple to be,

Anything so small,

Or a princess in a ball,

Do I have the right,

To be a bright,

Star?

Shining in the dark sky,

Watching a bird fly,

Or a cloud pass by,

A sad flower flutter,

Carried by the breeze,

Causing me to sneeze,

Listening to the sounds,

Breaking the bounds,

Hearing the secrets of nature.

Whatever I will be,

Or I wish to be,

I’ll never find a place more comfortable,

Than my shoes,

And whatever I were,

I’ll never be as good as myself.

~*~

THE PROBLEMS

Danny

In every life there's something wrong

Something that makes you write a song

Something that messes with your mind

Something that makes you fall behind

The problems, things we really hate

The problems, make our pride come late

The problems, should we really care?

The problems, they are everywhere

As we wait for something good

We never really understood

that problems can't go away

Until we learn to be strong some day

The problems, things we really hate

The problems, make our pride come late

The problems, should we really care?

The problems, they are everywhere

When we learn to overcome

We can beat those problems like a drum

As long as we can all stay strong

Nothing at all can go wrong

The problems, things we really hate

The problems, make our pride come late

The problems, should we really care?

The problems, they are everywhere

~*~

THE OLD SALTS AND THE SEA

Gregory J. Christiano

There sailed a brig, a thousand tons. Yo! Heave a-merrily, O !

She plied a-many-a merchant run. Yo! Heave a-merrily, O !

Her skipper was a seasoned salt.

Her pennons set, the sea was fair,

She swept on out with ebbing tide,

The headsail turned to islands' lair,

The Capt'n sailed with fervid pride! Yo! Heave a-merrily, O !

The fearless crew was at his side. Yo! Heave a-merrily, O !

But sea rolled up and wave to chide. Yo! Ho, a-terribly, Oh !

The waters swelled and staggered this craft.

Her timbers groaned and cracked and creep.

As sweeping winds howled and laughed,

And brought them down to their endless sleep. Yo! Ho a-terribly, Oh!

So bid them now a long farewell. Yo! Heave a-merrily, O !

The day they watched the waters swell. Yo! Ho, a-terribly, Oh !

Their spirits seaward swept the deep,

The white sea wave above them flew.

The widows and lovers long would weep,

A song we sing to this glorious crew. Yo! Heave a-merrily, O !

~*~

It's Over...for Now

Sahr Sankoh

Well, I made it to Lotte the other day.

What four-letter word can I best convey

the once stoic expression written on my face?

D-A-M-N is the term I chose in this case.

The manager, finally sold me hot grams of the stuff

black market style. If that weren't enough,

I haggled with the miser for a decent price:

you'd think his cheese consultants were smitten by mice.

I fancy the product is kept in an underground vault

lest the imperial Mickey Mouse may stage an assault,

under the auspice of the Milwaukee militia,

(Frankly, I'd rather whack Patrick to lay Patricia)

armed with seasoned dachshunds to expose the guiles

of Provolone smugglers willing to ship it in vials.

Albeit if Monterrey Jack had flown in the contraband

Life would have been half as sour as Charles Limberger planned.

One day I ought to curb this surreal enthusiasm

although most agree it's mere sarcasm.

~*~

I am a poet at work

By: Brittany Skye Haden

I am a poet at work,

I am a lover gone silent,

I hear what you say;

but I do not respond to your spoken words.

I have my dreams and my doubts.

I am a fallen star gone to nothing.

Suicide has come and gone,

wounds have bled and then they have scarred;

But I come to see that I have many friends

and they are of something that nobody has come to find;

but I know I have gotten all that was supposed to be gotten.

Even if I have only been on this place named earth for a few years

But I have seen and I am here;

and now I have gotten the fullest enjoyment of all.

But I am a single poet at work.

~*~

The Pine Tree

Pat Waugh

Outside my kitchen window a pine tree sways,

Always keeping time to the never ending breeze.

The water below ripples to the shore

Whispering to the pine that we're here forever more.

Seasons may come as seasons go,

Yet my pine tree is steadfast as only I know.

The lake freezes over when winter comes to call,

But the pine tree stands tall and pleasing to all.

Snow adorns her branches like ermine coats,

And when the wind blows, off the snow floats.

When all outdoors has turned white as far as can be seen,

The pine tree outside my window still stands tall and green.

~*~

AN ODE TO

by Shawn Thomas

universal stripes no boundaries

sliding cross sectionally upon me

release everything into suppression

sensory overload drives

high-pass filtering harder

into cut up fields of sonic youth

drank liquid viscous liquid of

everything combined into universal

adapters for adapting to nothingness

the void hinders exploration

flocks of impulses gather around

local expansions of explosiveness

drowning intensively hopefully nowhere

side to side through barrels splitting

nails to hammer harder into oblivion

slashing at the cylinders

of the multiplicity of cycles

languishing in the cracks of collisions

bursting toward towering holes of perception

naked since conception

~*~

BUMBLE BEE

by Lindsey Brenner

I saw a bumble bee in the middle of the night,

I thought to myself "boy what a sight",

I looked at the bee and asked how he was,

He said "well someone mistaked me for a little peace of fuzz"

I said "oh poor guy I am really sad for you",

The bee said "oh guess what Im said for you too",

I said "why are you sad for a person like me"?,

He said "well you can't fly as good as a bumble bee".

I got really upset and screamed at the bee,

I said "little bumble don't you mess with me",

We fought and fought, we argued all night,

When the sun came up the bee said "we will finish this fight",

I was upset and sad the whole day long,

Until I heard the bird sing her song,

I went out and asked if the bird had seen a bee,

She said "yes I ate and pesky one that way annoying me",

I smiled and walked right into my front door,

Two hours later my head was quite sore,

I have never forgot that night with the bee,

Then I looked out my window and guess who I see.

~*~

THEORY GRANTED

Tasha McCrillis

Driven floods.

Making way for weather.

Your absence is an anchor.

The thirst seemed forbidden.

Woken into this realm.

Incapable to shape appeal,

into what you preffer.

Exchange passion once again.

Preserve photographs of enchantment.

Railroad drama at daybreak.

Denied worthy of acceptance.

outlined in rejection.

Remains of February bring gloom.

Unfold forsaken sources.

Merely homesick.

Unrested reactions struggle.

Ventured to the evergreens.

Preformed with qualities,

you never knew existed.

~*~

The Groom
Kevin Granger

Outside in the distance you can hear the cries

Begging pleading souls pounding on the door.

But all their lives, their lovely existence

Never giving two cents to the poor.

And now they see the folly of their ways,

And if given the chance would change so fast.

But what a sad shame it is,

That their changing days are past.

Two riders approaching, in the night's dark,

All the souls scrambling for their matches.

But the few who had their lamps to see,

You see, were brought inside.

Under the tree, dark with despair,

Sadness prevails, and poor souls weep.

But in the light of a merry meal,

The few inside drink of wine so sweet.

So hard to find our way

Rushing to tomorrow with the whole human race

But what would happen, where will we fall

If tomorrow never shows it's face?

You choose where you rest your head,

But roots are not good pillows my friend.

So take up your brother, by the hand,

And carry each other inside.

~*~

NEW AGE

Austyn Njoku

This vagabond vessel

of prohibited thoughts

is purveyor of desires

doled like midnight damsels

Vagrant seeker of subtle sighs

with a wry treachrous tongue

of salted eddies; may your sail

be marooned not on our shores!

A New Age messiah of dawn

dawn of miracled threnodies

couched in muffled monodies

spreading like exiled dreams -

But this vagabond vessel

of our tabooed thoughts

is a true harbinger of dreams

wayward like Allen damsels!

~*~

Where the Climax Is

friliza

Inside my mind inside inside inside

Side

Beside

Side beinsidemymind a sort of a torture at times

You think? For you?

You my fortunate reader

B e a u t y B e a u t y b e a u t y of clouds clouds clouds

Blue sky green grass yellow flowers spring Spring! SPRING!!! WE yell the birds yell the flowers shine through to our greenbrownblue eyessssss says the ssssnake winding up that apple tree forever in our minds.

I feel unsatisfied…do I need to find god? I resent that I must have needs, I resent that I can satisfy them while others thousands of miles away cannot, I resent that I do not know who they are…..i admonish myself for not doing anything

Constantly keep up with creating myself creating who I am interacting with that/those which are around me…seeking

As soon as I get into san francisco I am going to volunteer!!!! For these organizations and DO something I must I must I mustmustmustwordswordssssssssssssssssssssss---------------………………………….

Where is the climax

I just witnessed a gorgeous piece of art! Russian Ark! And my so-called boyfriend slept through the whole thing…! ha, it is staying with me…that beauty

Kind of like, how what I like best about traveling to a foreign country is when I come back and experience my everyday life as foreign!

~*~

I AM WHO I AM

SKYE M. LYONS

>From the blonde of my hair,

to the curve of my hips,

from the size of my chest,

to the softness of my lips,

I am who I am,

that's all i'll ever be,

and can't nobody, nobody tell me,

that I am not free.

Yeah, I got my own mind,

my own way of life,

the truth of my words,

cut you like a knife.

You call me those names,

cause you're so insecure,

I ignore your remarks,

cause of myself, i'm so sure,

Nothing you say or do,

can take away my dreams,

I walk with all my pride,

ripping your confidence at the seams.

You try to bring me down,

cause it makes you feel good,

but it's my confidence you want,

that takes me where I should.

I walk through this cold world,

with no regrets or shame,

you laugh because I'm different,

I laugh cause you're all the same.

~*~

Winds whistling, thoughts anything but clear

The unknown wisp of a poet’s dream

Gliding gently, softly falling

The loss of a clear moon

Daybreak brings comfort

Night melts away, into a morning of promise

The sun a beacon to the unrelenting heart

A light to the lost

The moon holds such beauty

The stars, only breaths of wanting

A whisper into the darkness

Heard only by the significant creature

Eyes of the pure, hearts of the dreamers

Spirit of the wild hearted

lynsey hayes

~*~

Scribble with crayons

the paper, the colors everywhere

outside the lines

and

UNDER

them

creating a new picture

there are no boundaries

YOU ARE FREE!

Mo Anderson Msanderson

~*~

I know someone's out there

I'm surrounded in fear

Listening closely

But you're nowhere near

There's nothing but darkness

And times fading slowly

I just can't find comfort

In feeling so lonely

I'm lost and alone

Could this be the end

Abandon and left here

My pain cannot mend

I am my own enemy

I fight to survive

My suffering's unending

Whether dead or alive

I'm losing this battle

So please come find me

I know someone's out there

There just has to be

Adam Woolsey

~*~

Frustration
Kristen Lazaroff

When everything I feel is

Right is wrong, I am on

The breaking point.

My parents nag and nag

At me until I'm so

Frustrated I want to

Scream.

Until I finally leave

And go into my room. I

Feel fully relieved when

I listen to music and

Zone out.

~*~

E-M-I-T

by Jennifer Sussex

(laughs and

talking and

then the pause

did-I-just-say-that-aloud

silence)

feeling when you don't get

(lack of realism going on

a response you want

here) tell me what

you think

(but it's just echososos

that won't return again)

e-m-i-t

~*~

Again

Leigh Goyings

Alone in the world

Everyday is the worst day

Yet the world has fun

~*~

Breakdown
Damian Naylor

I'm drivin' down the road in my blue baby

Cruisin' on 94, goin' 70, everything is fine

All the sudden a noise, my pride and joy drifts toward the line

I get out of the car, i don't know what it is, radiator, maybe

I open the hood, why, why sweet baby

I see the problem right away, serpentine belt, crap, troubles are mine

What to do, what to do, things are no longer fine

Suddenly, luckily, i remembered, maybe, just maybe.

I grab my cell phone, luckily i had it

I punched in the numbers and listened to the other end

Thank god for triple a, they just might save me

They're sending someone to fix the belt i slit

They're here, finally, to give a hand, to lend

Crisis taken care of that's just how cool ya gotta be

~*~

Italian Sonnet

pierre

The cover isn't what makes books

The importance is on the inside

Looks have before deceived and lied

A person isn't good based on their looks

If you search someone's soul, all crannies and nooks

A friendship for sure, can't be denied

But those who breed hate, and who's love has dried

A prejudice is worse than a handful of crooks

This problem has gone throughout all the ages

Hate of culture tradition and way of life

It can be solved, quick as a dart

But this enigma isn't solved by wizards or mages

Through all the struggle and strife

The answer lies deep within your heart

~*~

How do we decide what is perfect or not

We aren't the least bit of this

Then should perfection be dismissed

And let it just die and rot

Take for example a robot

For perfection does it get the gist

It is perfected in why it should exist

But it was made by man so should we trash that thought

Is perfection just an impossible hope

Or something we have not yet found

Perhaps a legend passed along from long ago

maybe an idea from a complete dope

Or from someone whose feet were firmly planted on the ground

I believe we shall never know

Kathryn Hill

~*~

A frozen mirror

Air and dead leaves trapped in glass

a cold breeze above

Mark Kluk

~*~

WHISPERS OF THE SUN

BY: PAMELA WOLFORD

The evening sun whispers

Of a misery complete.

To feel the last dull pain

Is kind of bitter sweet.

To take the first deep breath

After coming out of war,

Is like ecstasy rolling through you

Right down into your very core.

To though out all the horror.

And walk out with a smile.

Isn't just conquering your fear

But doing it with a hint of style.

I've walked through trials and tragedies

Always keeping my head held high.

But for know I'll keep it bowed

As i drift of into the night.

The morning sun whispers

Of a misery begun

As i feel the first sharp pain

I stop to curse the sun.

~*~

L A T I N O

Angel Berrios

Latino, descendant of that Iberian race,

which with the sword and the cross,

crossed the ocean they called the Atlantic,

to conquer these immense continents.

Latino, that by force and bravery,

colonized both North and South,

of this rich and beautiful land,

that we call the Americas.

Latino, race of cultured and learned men,

which with the pen and the sword,

inscribed those Spanish names,

that our countries are still called.

Latino, from the United States,

to the deep South Tierra del Fuego,

we live, fight and die,

for a cause, liberty and justice.

Latino, legacy of our forefathers,

melodious language we speak,

carry yourself high and proud,

shout your name always; with firmness...

~*~

Happenstance
by Eneg Wayne

The road turns this way, I turn that, and why

I do not know why, but because I turned that

Way and the Road turns this way, here is where

I am, and because I don't want to be here, I

Spend too much time remembering, remembering

That moment when the Road turned that way, and

I turned this

~*~

Teacher!

Andrea R M Fletcher

Teacher, Teacher, try to understand that I am a quiet child

Please don’t think because I am quiet

That I am not aware of what is going on around me.

I don’t give you any trouble

I am not running around

The classroom making noises,

I sit, away from some of the other children

You told my mom, teacher

“What is wrong with your child” You asked my mom, teacher?

“Is she sick?”

“Sick” I say,

“No,”

I am a quiet child!

I like to do my class assignments quietly

And besides, I am tenacious

I am determined to focus on my school work.

What is wrong with some of the other children I say?

Maybe there is something wrong with them,

They are too loud

They pick fights

Essentially they are troublesome.

I am the quiet one

Who does not get in trouble.

Too quiet for some to understand.

Teacher, please only be concerned,

If I am a troubled child

Which you know

I’m not

The truth is teacher,

I understand myself

I am a quiet child!

Teacher, do you understand every child?

Maybe,

Maybe not the teacher says

So, see teacher

I am a quiet child!

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OPEN MIC ARCHIVES March, 2003

OPEN MIC ARCHIVES
March, 2003