To Josephine
Mark Herring
I’ve studied the poetry of the best
Putting my ability to woo you to the test
Being a poet means being a lover
And after falling for you, I’ll never recover
Because you’re unlike all the rest
The Coffee Drinker
Nicky L. Vaught
She was a one-night stand
It just spanned
A year or two.
The tan warm of her skin
Was akin
To coffee passing through
My lips to excite me
So tritely,
Suspect a ruse.
I drank from the affair,
Craved the flair
Of something new.
I needed more caffeine,
Such a fiend,
Such awful blues.
I quit coffee for tea,
Variety, inconsistency,
I can never keep up.
But the coffee will never
Come back from the drain
Will never fill
My empty cup.
A Poem
Danielle Neujahr
February will be month nine and I’m glad to say he’s all mine.
High school sweet hearts, I’d love him even if he shart.
On and off, off and on, I was pretty much a black swan.
We met in ROTC where everyone made out with everyone like a germ spree.
He came from the back country Tennessee and me the tanned girl from Port City
The new kid in school, everyone treated him like a fool.
One thing they couldn’t see; he was a guy who was truly free.
As I left for college, I lost sight of all my knowledge.
I wallowed in greed and got ran over by the “she’s easy” stampede.
Cheated on and used, my heart was more than just abused.
While I cried in the tall fescue, my Tennessee boy came to my rescue.
After waiting two long years, I built up my wall with fears.
He continued to wait, I asked “Is he my soul mate?”
Day 16 of May, we’ve been dating since that glorious day.
To find a guy so sincere, King Leonidas couldn’t break his spirit with a spear.
He’s my stars and I’m his moon; he makes my heart go boom boom.
A Poem
Lora Cretella
A princess wrapped in royal garb,
a raw-cut diamond worth no less
sometimes seeming
to always be dreaming
of the company from a fellow noblesse
But modern day practice and thinking
have nearly vanquished thoughts of that kind
when princes showed care
for princesses fair
fantasy forever maligned
But there lies a hope, in the spark of his glance
the glint in his eye and the spring in his step
the slightest favors
her heartbeat waivers
the story unfolds once again
Tales of love once locked in a book
Two lovers joined forever
She looks in his eyes
that’s where it lies,
Love’s timeless and honest endeavor
fuzz and fur
Darren Lipman
fuzz and fur (and hearth and
home) light like air and light
alone (like buzz and burr and
bare cologne
a bulb, a brake (a scape with
in) too narrow, bright too you
and knocking, knocking, knocking
two
spark and sizzle, laugh and lock
knife on knife) or sum on some
burning, forced to fuze-cold slung
bursting done
To Kelsie
Trey Ferguson
Looking amongst the stars
I spot the planet Mars
As I gazed I knew this fact
I will love you to it and back.
