Poems
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My Little Chaos
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
These dreams test my patience. -
Tramps Like Us
By Ken BoltonReading
Cavafy in the
new translation
I think, Isn’t this a bit -
Saints Are Homeless
By Lionel FogartyThe poor are not homeless cause they have souls richest.
Fortune are homeless, tunes are homeless,
Homeless be the resistances
Homing babies don’t cry -
The Banker who owns the stars
By Peter BoyleThe banker who owns the stars took me to his observatory on a hill outside Rome. “Look,” he said, “that one is where I will live and that one is for my daughter and that one where my wife will live.” “Do people who have no money also go to stars after they die?” I ask. “Of course”, he shrugs calmly, “they will have to spend their time with the wor… -
Beautiful Mother
By Michael FarrellYou’ve always associated the two terms together
partly due to your reading of Schiller; partly due
to your watching of Kimba. Kimba sublimates
his mother in the water. You’ve always thought -
Two Poems by Irene Philologos
By Peter BoyleWhen all that dreadful predictability
comes trudging up from the depths of the universe,
pleading “Say me. . . give voice to my long life”,
how beautiful to hear the waterdrop -
Sort of Sorry
By Lionel FogartySort of sorry tears on drops
Were no eyes?
Sore cries
Walk pass the changed seasons -
burrito weather
By Michael Farrelli had a burrito once
on the sidewalk in echo park
the weather was warm, & the burrito
was as fresh as a strungout mouth. -
O the childish fear of loss
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
O the childish fear of loss
with which the first-form girl -
what goes around
By Michael Farrellwhen you boiled it down ronald reagan was like jfk
they both turned up at the laundry
one channel was showing leather weather
we were eating cardboard sandwiches -
A CRYSTAL PALACE GUIDE
By Lisa Gortonfor Lisa Harms
This is the main gate. Now
like something imagined the Palace lies before you, -
The Satisfaction of Speech
By Fiona HileStretched out across the selfish wool table,
I fix on a mood in the high key of you,
twiddle my hi-viz wedding ring
and laugh at the way rhyme and metre -
Disposed Of
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Sam Langer.
So the unending terror slowly morphs into
normal life -
The somnambulant Ear
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Translated by Peter Lach-Newinsky
How to ever get back to sleep
when in the deserted hour -
A Dish
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Zakaria Mohammed
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan
In the morning -
The New Ten Commandments
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Do not light up a match in a forest
A bird is afraid of fire! -
How Do You Write a Magical Poem?
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Nothing is easier than writing
a magical poem -
Time machine
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
Without it really ever having begun -
Evening Star
By Ali AlizadehThis happened to me. 1994: She radiated
like a celestial, perusing the pages
to unnerve me. Was I so positive
of money as an imperative? She closed -
White-Tailed Deer
By Martin HarrisonThe small thump from nowhere, someone turning
a piece of tin, a door’s buffeting noise closing across the gulley,
a neighbour - what are they doing out there? - dropping a trailer or a drum
in a paddock where damp grass’s been drying out these last twenty minutes
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