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Hello, Survivors of 2020! - 01/03/2021
by V. Blake

Please check my post out in the General forum when you have a moment. Thanks!

Stay Healthy - 03/18/2020
by V. Blake

Hope you and yours are well.

A Congratulations to Leonard M Hawkes - 03/27/2019
by V. Blake

..who just published his first volume of poetry! Entitled Leaves from my Box Elder, it comes just in time for the 150th anniversary of the driving of the Golden Spike.

So, like the title says--congrats, Leonard!

Everything is Broken - 02/06/2018
by V. Blake

As I write this, I don't actually know if it will post successfully. Let's see.

Sorry to report that the owner of this website has abandoned it. We owe him eternal gratitude for all the work that went into building it in the first place, and for continuing to foot the bill that keeps it online at all. That said: we apologize for the bugs, but there's nothing we can do to fix them.

Keep steady backups of your poetry. And everything else--that's just practical advice for a digital world.

In case you didn't realize, private messaging does not work. Your messages are not reaching their recipients.

The moderators can pick poems of the day. That's about it for our powers.

I am sorry. Site errors will prevent me from making you a member. I promise that we'd have welcomed you to this community if we could.


I guess that's it. Hope you're having a good day.

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Poem of the Day for 03/05/21

Reparations Due
by A.M. Demarco

Looking now behind me
at footsteps frozen on the lunar surface
my freshly attuned gaze falls
on those corners of my history where, disavowed
my shadow was cast.
(A shadow whose contours still persist
in mirroring my own.)

For I did once
slowly, cautiously
once, relax
those binding cables of muscle and ligament
whose soul purpose, it seems
is self-preservation.

Finally vulnerable, naked and unashamed
I stood on the edge of the mystery.

With ease and tenderness – the first contact
and then joyful exchange
flow build and peak
until all settles
into the Om.

But the many facets of restlessness
fate, purpose, direction, ambition
(to name just a few)
separated out twisting paths
and confronted me with a world where, earth-bound
the elements of change
too often walk alone.

passive acceptance.
silent celebration.
gratitude for the whole spectrum,
the total experience.

I swore in a vow I refused to understand
with the same breath
relinquished that which was to be my birth-right.

Jaws clenched, fists raised, muscles contracted
I took to challenging all comers
friends and rivals – no difference perceived.
All who wished to gain passage met
with a hand on the hilt

even those who were set only upon communion,
they, for their efforts
received the harshest rewards

With plastic smiles in place and hands hidden from view
I misused what little I had learned.
I urged them forward with sugar sweet songs
Crack. Boom. Pop.
Unearned intimacy
gone in a flash.
Nothing shared, nothing learned.

Only that which lingered - a sense of regret.

A regret I hid, denied, and justified.
A regret of which I have
only recently
become fully aware.

For as I slow my rhythms
and, one by one
dismantle the chains of addiction
I find myself once again
still present – and coming back home
to center
to balance
to harmony.

And for that I am grateful.
For that I am blissful and serene.
For that
I am filled with giddy anticipation
for a day yet to come
when I shall once again know

the peace of the sage
who, unblinking, stands his ground during the storm
and emerges without a single hair disturbed.


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