Poems
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This World of Ours
By Stacks Poetsby Kerin Pollock
our collars, iridescent violet-green
our hands, manacled, golden chains
our feet, shuffle, platinum corridors -
lackadaisical love letter
By Stacks Poetsby Zan
forwarding this loathsome love note to the sultan of subterfuge:
this neurosis is a continuing nightmare you nurtured, -
Behind me the loungeroom
By Stacks Poetsby Keztril
open plan we live
kitchen slides into dining -
It’s the morning of lunch day with my family
By Stacks PoetsBy Keztril
I’m awake, talking to myself and trying to express a sense of awe
and looking through pools of doubt I ask
how did we get here our family? -
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10 second poem
By Stacks Poetsby Keztril
U think I am sane when all I wish to do is scream shards of colours at u
written in response to exercise three
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what i see
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
Light reflecting from a reading head,
Framed by a darkened doorway -
Not here to land
By Stacks Poetsby Ketril
Rooves of ceramic tiles lay against blue sky
where lines of telegraph criss cross
….a landing strip for feathery seats -
late night radio – flicking through the channels
By Stacks Poetsby Keztril
people of the night
leave keys by the door
I’m a gonna take you -
babes in the ‘burbia
By Stacks PoetsBy Zan
nobody here knows my name
in a place where everyone looks the same.
I am just another face on the street, -
Sun-rays
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
The wall across the way fairly blazes with the last sun-rays;
I run to get my camera,
But the change has come; night fell while I was in the other room. -
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S l o w m o
By Stacks Poetsby Genevieve Osborne
S lowmo reaching arm curling curving claws around the bough
L eaves to choose choose and chew eyes droop sleeping soundly now -
2P
By Stacks Poetsby Zan
Our passive silence seemed to hold this street hostage,
Her despotic display of wealth and snobbery mars the serenity of our collective solace,
Robbed of our designated parking spot- its after eight- mass silent hysteria lie in wait. -
City lights and paperweights
By Stacks Poetsby Meredith Pitt
Sky full with clouds;
rain stuck to the window.
A nervous heart watches, -
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