Anno Domino – Promote Yourself

Christmas is through,

Pack the tree.

What becomes new

We can’t foresee.

 

Glitter becomes rust,

People lose cheer.

Ornaments collect dust

For another year.

 

Store the wreath,

Not the start.

Let what’s beneath

Fill your heart.

John Northcutt Young

Poem: À la folie – Promote Yourself

I play with the demons
disguised in suits
living in the ruins of my dreams.

The silver moon shines bright,
all my wings are getting light.
I’ve seen my best friend on death bed
a couple of gunshots on every intellectual’s head
ideas, not blood flow out of their veins.
Dresses of angels, corruption stained!

The army of ants eating brains
the priests filling our heads with straw
deafening silence roaming the streets.
Inhumanity- The only breed.

Clouds of sorrow-heavy rain
Curse of memory- blackened lanes
Dissolution of bones- radioactive pain!

Demons win and I lose,
free my spirit from this edgy hose!
Kainat Azhar

I am Kainat Azhar, an amateur writer and painter, from Pakistan. 

You can check my artwork here:

http://kainat-azhar.deviantart.com/

My blog is:

http://kainatazhar.wordpress.com/

 

Gospel Diamond Exquisite-promote yourself

   Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

Formed under great pressure
In profoundly deep places
Made of the common stuff
Somehow marvelously transformed
Thrilling the heart
When brought to Light
Indestructible
Treasured search of many lives
Cutting through all things
Having many facets
Each one Glorious
Depths of beauty never fully explored
Not meant to be hidden
Under a bushel
But given to others
For their delight and edification
Stunningly, many of your kind
Are blood diamonds
With intense tales
Of suffering coming to the surface
When we see the beauty
Flashing through prism
Pain is forgotten
Except for that One Pain
Paid for us
Now ever shining
With Incomparable Light.
Ever appreciated.
Flashing through the Ages
Evidence of betrothal.

Anthony Gomez

Mirage – Promote Yourself

And as you blink, your body flickers before me.

Each flutter of the eyelid sends electrical

Shivers

Rippling along

Your skin.

 

Your eyes are steely grey lenses that glare

At me,

Without seeing me.

But I can see you, or rather, my vision penetrates

Through you, as your pallid complexion fades

To a translucent

Glow,

And your blank face clouds over with something like boredom.

 

I notice that your ethereal eyes become distracted, damaged, hollow.

Your holographic skin loses its shimmer, grows

Cold and dull,

The life drains out of every virtual atom…

 

A sudden dizziness overwhelms me.

 

A strangled scream escapes my soul and

E c h o e s

Through

The

Void

 

I lunge forward, grasping for you, but you slip

Through my fingers as they pierce your frail flesh.

As my hands move frantically, your body dissipates

Into dense white swirls,

Which hiss as they curl

And drift

Away with the breeze

 

Tears roll down my cheek as I consider the strength of the hallucination –

You were never mine and never will be.

By Gianina Dwek

England, UK

You can find more poetry on my blog: www.iambakerg.wordpress.com

 

“A Yellow Garden”: – Promote Yourself

Nightfall leaves a prisoner

locked away in the dark vaults

of contoured honeyed lace.

The leash of hungry seduction

possesses succulent confinements

across enchanting images

of curves draining the root

of time’s seeded arrow.

Inflamed touches seemed

as twinkles of moonlit mesh

guiding strayed fingertips

filled with generous vision.

The heat of wanting

overpowering as traced arches

lend secret haunted steps

through a surging shadowed room.

When stars wreck and collide

the dreams discharge

divided kindled dances

in a plucked garden…

…of yellow tinted sleep.

Nathan Lindsay

https://asortofromance.wordpress.com/2015/01/04/a-yellow-garden/