Poems
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The Anti-travel Travel Poem
By Adam AitkenThe anti-travel travel poem suggests the road
romance & regrets
the endless paperwork we left behind
I dreamed of walking boots that wouldn't lace -
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Heiner Müller
Translated by Sam Langer.
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN His health -
Scenes
By Pam Brownwhat’s graspable
on the starless night
of the blackout
as the gleaming cars -
I Know How to be in Love
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
I know how to be in love, -
Vote No - Ho?
By Lionel FogartyRemember 200 thousand dreams and the minds balance houses.
Earth in focus world words around.
Remember to tree in year 3 thousand dreams,
Member those light in side cells life’s death -
Sort of Sorry
By Lionel FogartySort of sorry tears on drops
Were no eyes?
Sore cries
Walk pass the changed seasons -
Non-Pain In Rain
By Lionel FogartyNo matter who lands?
Earths our same lands
Matter what worlds depend
On cost and prices. -
1967 Encouraged The Right Vote Now?
By Lionel FogartyReferendum who will vote for see –
Citizen to who will write the truth.
Refer what census over prohibition of us,
Who custom attitudes still stands by the old -
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 -
Fable
By Adam AitkenThat year they rode low in the water
on a ballast of oaths and convicted emotions
moved on to springtime ports
past the Pig and Sows reef -
Afternoon Grey In
By Jill JonesAfternoon grey in afternoon sounding
not like a sign but a soughing
which is white over the night shoulder
bent with market crash not soughing -
My Ruined Lyrics
By Jill Jones“You forget whole years, and not necessarily the least important ones.”
—Javier Marías,The Dark Back of Time
1. Hold On -
Wave
By Jill JonesThe traffic begins its wave,
the sky is threaded with exhaust,
the blind man has a ticket, your bag
is heavy today, the traffic is beautiful -
The Slide
By Jill JonesSometimes they put you in seas
or rivers without telling you.
The river is dark, let’s say
and trees are low over you. -
The Beautiful Anxiety
By Jill JonesThe paths are full of iron and stars.
Who does not welcome all this
black, burning with misplaced rain?
If it’s reported that islands have gone -
Pol Pot in Paris
By Adam AitkenOh happy child, kindly teacher – were you a fake?
Like you I'm taciturn
but when I give an order who's to hear?
Paris, I found it cold but didn't read very much. -
On the Chemin de Fer
By Adam AitkenOn railway land
Chemin de Fer,
avenue of graded lime.
On each side weeds: -
I Smell Buffalo in Cambodia
By Adam Aitkenafter Tomaž Šalamun
I smell buffalo in Cambodia, ruins in Angkor.
I had come from a rich disinfected nation
to one overflowing with frozen steaks -
Chinese Journey 18
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Olga Sedakova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
Let us praise our earth,
let us praise the moon on the water, -
No one for themselves, everyone for no one
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
As it seems to me the harsh light
