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Mute Through exits huddled with their shadow's last hour on a wide screen let the sky roll over until the flesh is tolled our wounded record of life & death from its jagged maw. Turbulence of eddies on mind's edges, on flown heart beat & soaring swell in transparent sky, glass castles in waters that shatter to paper castles in flame. winds on the downs cold quarter my brain, overhead pylons hum in mud wind & rain, in low visibility under the chartered skies, stars in the vanguard bringing up the rear. © robin ouzman hislop 2005. Tsunami (i) You've just blown in on a big wave & as the death toll rises over the score consciousness changes as never before you've changed history for better or worse but not as before with no white man around they knew - the ground & they knew - before but we don't know now what will happen & there's still time for wars to share loss of loved ones so poor but it doesn't happen here hardly at all but as the death toll rises over the score consciouness changes as never before. © robin ouzman hislop 2004. Tsunami (ii) on Boxing Day blood red the full moon rolled her toll as earth devoured: rebirth, sacrifice, life's flesh she took & we break who seek the muse: who are dead, alive, the dreamt, the dreamer who wakes in an empty space: a shore four hundred billion years after or before with no more stars: only labrynthine a closed space in your head or a door that opens: onto the havoc a chaos on a wrecked beach, red edge of limits: in life & in death consciousness you can't escape, alone on borders: aboriginal, fish bird brain smell sand in rain, walk without a map. © robin ouzman hislop, 26th December 2004. Tsunami (iii) Nightmare. Enter epic's nightmare an icon true, No characterture its invasion stake! The ages before that you thought you knew, But nightmare at the stake opens its gate The keeper of sleep that dreams you awake. Metamorphosis, age smelt on the wind, Mind over trees, seas & the tremor's quake. The spasm nightmare reborn again sinned To the child's cry from its dark future Place. Such is passed on as nightmare enters, Quakes & breaks through the salt sea bed fracture & returns to sieze you from the centre. The shore, human being, your mind's landscape, Where you dream you are dead before you wake.© Robin Ouzman Hislop 2005 All of Robin's poems this month are excerpts from the Blue Corn Anthology 2005, to be published by Kedco Studios later this year. ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP: Born UK. Childhood in Lyme Regis & Poole Dorset. Lived Scotland & Scandinavia, The East & Spain. A great deal of my life has been spent out of England, my mother's side is Scottish & I take the name Hislop, as writer's name from her family name. Bachelor in Arts (Hns). Philosophy & Religion. Manchester University. Resident at Pakistan, Lahore. Studies at Punjab University, New Campus, Lahore: Sufism (Tasawuf), Jalal-U-Din Rumi & Ibn Arabi. Sheffield University: Spanish & Latin American Cultural Studies. Resident in Spain from 1985 until December 1998 (Madrid and Salamanca): Resident at Salamanca, 1996-98: English Language teacher and translator for “El Ateneo”. Organisation of bilingual poetry readings at Casa do Brasil, Madrid Complutense University, Escuela Oficial de Idiomas, (Madrid Official School of Languages), Cafés Manuela and Magerit, O’Connors Pub, Madrid, El Ateneo and El Corrillo in Salamanca. Translations of poetry include 1927 Spanish Generation Poets: selections of F.G. Lorca, Luis Cernuda, Rafael Alberti, M. Altolaguirre, Miguel Hernandez and Vicente Aleixandre’s poems; and the Chilean poet Andres Fisher, Las Diosas Blancas an Anthology edited Ramon Buenaventura, an anthology of poetry Alchemy by Tessa Duncan from Spanish and James Stephens Fairy Stories into Spanish have been more recent activities. I hope to feature these, as well as introducing new translations with originals on my web page soon to be opened IBIS. I am interested in revivalist movements in modern poetry. Appeared in Dawn Millenium Anthology published by Kedco Studios & this year appeared in their Crystal Dawn Anthology. Frequently featured in the E zines Poetry Life and Times, Autumn Leaves, Sonnetto Poesia, Canadian Zen Haiku, appeared on Artvilla, Poetry Repairs, the Celtic Pagan Poetry Pages Journal, as featured poet in the Beltane edition & Ancient Dawn E zines amongst others. This year will publish own anthology Blue Corn which will incorporate performance, on web cam and voice recital with Kedco Studios. Mystic East publishers are now in process of editing my anthology After the Cave, the Comet for publication later this year, as well as their Mystic East Anthology of poets, where further work is due to appear, and am pleased to announce our forthcoming New Pleiades Anthology 2005, to be published by Kedco Studios, which will feature our own New Pleiades poetry list of international poets, where I am a co editor & list moderator. My present book After the Cave the Comet was published this month by Mystic East. Robin will become a Resident Poet of Poetry Life & Times from January 2005. More of Robin's work can be found here:
Amparo Arróspide's Gift of Tongues: EXCLUSIVE NEWS UPDATE: Some of Robin's poems are due to appear in an anthology "Blue Corn", to be published by Kedco in 2005. 
Also Robin's exciting epic "After the Cave, the Comet" is now available for purchase either as a CD or Ebook at Mystic East.
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Oh You Two Main Coons!
Our suppler small Main Coons, while they're asleep,
are worlds of grace not merely to themselves;
when they're awake, their subtler motions sweep
their world around, as they leap over shelves,
to eye us with deep motes of deigned surprise
that tell us how one's Mountain Lion reigns
from his pine's boughs, where night's lit through his eyes!
He lets those eyes roam silvered through night's wild,
his empery: by day he, sated, sleeps:
he knows he's Master of a thousand hills
he ranges as he, Divine Feline, wills.
In his Dominion every victim weeps!
And while my Main Coons prowl alike by Moons,
you'll find their claws strike like moon rays' harpoons.
© by Richard Vallance 2004
The Cats on my Green Chairs
A True Story
The Cats on my green chairs are furled cats on
three green chairs, you don't see? They know they are.
Aw, how could you know? "We'd prefer chiffon"
(their purrs infer, or was that, "au revoir"?)
"Au revoir" (don't blink!) for Auld Lang Syne, they look
to snooze, they seem too nonchalant! You'd swear
they've claimed (my/their?) green chairs as thrones, and won't brook
me lounging on their green chairs! Fur is fair!
We know you've just reclaimed those nice green chairs
from some recycled Fate! Hey, we're cool, Cats!
Nah, we'll stay put! - and put on (half-) bored airs!
Nope, don't sit down. We'll not have any spats!
My Cats on their green chairs are cool cats on
three green chairs. Well, guess I'm exiled to the lawn!
© Richard Vallance, 2003
God's Faux Paw
When God created us cats, He'd attain
His pinnacle, leaving us all in awe,
although creating humans (under strain)
drove him to a create a huge faux paw.
I, Harley, Sara's cat, can tell you that,
as, acrobat, I balance on her fence,
like any nimble, quadridextrous cat,
aghast at biped klutzes. Woah, you're dense!
I, Argentée, while skeedaddling up pines,
will meow, hissing my feline surprise
as master begs, "Aw, come on down!", and whines.
Trees are our domains, can't he realize?
Poor humans scribble sonnets, we'll admit.
We'll snooze through your recitals, short on wit.
© by Harley and Argentée, with Richard Vallance (ghost writer) 2005
Waif Manx
Tetrameter
in memoriam Adoré
He was this little spirit, he
was, though his eyes were like moonbeams
gathered on each a silver sea,
his visions lit with feline dreams.
He was this little hunter, he
who through the Gatineaux would flow
along, ignoring us, as free
as wind, wee lynx travoising snow!
He pricked his orange ears or peered
with white precocious fangs bared through
thickets dense where his long eyes seared
a lake he'd sensed was cooler blue,
Where something, something caught his eye,
and stole his rapt attention, there,
though what, we couldn't dream, his cry
an alien mew thin as air.
He loped off. All we did was stare.
We stood around like fools. He trailed
off on alien thoughts, though where,
wherefore when sunset's last breath failed?
I knew, I knew then, he'd die, soon.
For Christ's sake, why? Poor skinny waif,
his eyes were like some zeitgeist boon,
so strange to me, cat's secret, safe.
© Richard Vallance, 2004
RICHARD VALLANCE was Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, March 11th., 1945. He holds an Honours B.A. and Master of Library Science, and is fluently bilingual in English and French. He also reads Spanish and Italian, ancient Greek and Latin well. He wrote his first major poem at the age of 18, in 1963. Richard has also distinguished himself in the field of library and information science. In 1983, he won the $1,000 Data Courier Award for Excellence in Online Published Papers.
Richard has composed over 2,500 poems. He is the Chairperson of the Ottawa Chapter of The Canadian Poetry Association, website = Canadian Poetry Association: Affiliation Ottawa Chapter. He is also a member of The Canadian Federation of Poets, where he is the Canadian Federation of Poets/ Featured Poet (January 2005). Richard judges and pre-selects all rhymed verse poetry for CFP's official journal, POETRY CANADA. Richard's world class poetry page is Poesie’s laissez-faire Faire Foire, which showcases over 40 poets worldwide. PLFFF features sonnets, haiku, contemporary and historical poetry. PLFFF is a member of Phenomenal Men of The Web: Arts & Humanities. Richard is the Editor of 2 Canadian poetry E-Zines, Canadian Zen Haiku canadien ISSN 1705-4508 and Poetry in Emotion = La Poésie à s'émouvoir ISSN 1705-4516, and is the editor of the sonnet journal in print, SONNETTO POESIA ISSN 1705-4508, to be listed in 2006 Poet's Market and distributed online by OpenMic.com. Creativity Pays (USA). Richard's poetry and sonnets frequently appear in such in print poetry journals as POETRY CANADA, POEMATA (Canadian Poetry Association), The Neovictorian/Cochlea (Madison, Wisc., USA) and The Nisqually Delta Review (USA). His CD-ROM book, Canadian Spirit Voices, Kedco Studios, Las Vegas, NV © 2003, ISBN 1-878431-44-7, some 500 pp. long, contains over 130 of his poems, almost 300 haiku, 32 translations of poetry in ancient Greek, Latin, Italian, German and French into English poems by the author, a novella, DENIZEN, and the 100 + pp. essay, "The Historical Evolution of the Sonnet". He is the Editor-in-Chief of the all-new multilingual international poetry anthology, The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry = le Florilège de la nouvelle Pléiade, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-8 to be published in the summer of 2005. Finally, Richard is co-editor with Sondra Ball of the USA, of the North American poetry anthology, The Human Face = le Visage humain, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-X, to be published in 2006. Richard Vallance moderates 2 major poetry discussion groups, The New Pleiades Mirror and Canadian Zen Haiku canadien. CONTACT: Richard Vallance
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SLEIGHT OF SYMBOL There is nothing more in poetry Than the word. But, of course, this, simply said Releases a torrent of implication. It is absurd To infer a word, straight read, Has no cargo of confrontation. The unclasped necklace of a sentence Strung with linguistic talismen Encourages the sensibility pretence Of a totality. This creation, full blown with now and then, With how and why, with simulacra Fabricated from torn threads Ripped from reality to self construct An entirety Can clench a mind, a body and a soul Between its jaws so that it weds Perception into dream to instruct, Reveal Possibility to be seen. © Jan Sand, 2004 HUYGENS Titan’s odd mud contains now A bit of our machinery. An eye, an ear, sundry senses Dispatched to discover how This world, bereft of greenery Presents other consequences. Constructed just for its descent To glance briefly and report An instant of this strange place. It’s apparatus now gone silent No longer listens, sees to sort Local conditions for its base. It remains mere Earthly glitter Reflecting gleams from Saturn’s rings. No signs of heat or consciousness, A shard of technologic litter – One of our discarded things Washed up from seas of emptiness. © Jan Sand, 2004 THE “F” WORD Societies have their ups and downs, Their ins and outs, their entanglements. Like flocks of birds, they can panic, Have their senses warped by sentiments Not well thought out, or by tradition. Single words misplaced can flip their lids, Give them shivers, raise superstition. Strangely, though, this type of word With its vowel stamped by stars Becomes permissible, admissible – absurd, But true. When a nation cannot stand The sight of a common body part – That is to say, a mammary gland, When this exposure destroys composure, You’ve got to figure something’s out of whack. Thus with the word that starts with “F”. The obscenity of this word is clear. It converts democracy into hypocrisy. Spelled out plain, the word is “fear”. © Jan Sand, 2004JAN SAND is a poet and illustrator from New York (now residing in Helsinki), is a regular contributor to Poetry Life & Times and the newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments. A great deal of his work is about animals, or science fiction. Recently Jan was published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press, on their latest CD ROM e-book, "A Way With Words (Poetry Real and Surreal), which also includes complete books by Dale Houstman, Sara L. Russell and Keith Gabriel Hendricks. Jan's illustrated book on the CD is called "Wild Figments And Odd Conjectures", which is also sold separately, in a limited-edition "single" CD. To see an illustrated article about Jan's poems, visit the November '98 issue of Poetry Life & Times, and scroll down past the Editor's Letter. He also has his own poetry pages on Charlotte's Web at Artvilla. Back to top
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AWAKEN Are you awake? so much I wanted to say you smile so gently, in sleep, as you're turning away secrets of silence in words weighing too much for sound I want say them but watch them all fall through the ground Are you awake? so much that begs to go right so much I wanted to heal, in the balm of the night tentative touches, such chances as never return but you are sleeping. I lie by your side and I burn. © Sara L. Russell 2000 LEVITATE Love lets me levitate in my dreams Watching as amber clouds melt to white To meditate over slow slipstreams Walking the astral planes by night Love lets me aquaplane in the rain Shine like a geode skimming the sea Climb like a lost soul rising again Riding on tides of levity Love is a mantra stirring the mind, Playing celestial sitar strings, Deep in the voice of humankind, High overhead on soaring wings. © Sara L. Russell 2004, Revised 2005 NEVER UTTER THE WORD Darkens the sky, Sharpens the fear; Open one eye, danger is near. Haven't you heard The last of the least: "Never utter the the word that summons the Beast". Draw in your breath Claw back your time, They whisper of death Years after the crime Hindsight's absurd; Time's fabric is creased. Never utter the word That summons the Beast. Bolt every door, Hold onto prayer, Never quite sure That nothing is there. Haven't you heard The words of the priest? "Never utter the word That summons the Beast". Shrieking contrition, Speaking in tongues, Prayer: ammunition From spiritual guns - Yet our ditches are strewn With the ones who knew least Not to utter the word That summoned the Beast.SARA RUSSELL Poet, cartoonist and short story writer. Editor of Poetry Life & Times. Newsgroup signature was originally 'Pinky Andrexa, Last Of The Cyber Vixen Poets From Outer Space'. Won Internet Arts Award from Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press. Runner-up in Capricorn International Love Poetry competition 1998. Her website Poetry Life & Times recently won the Alpha Poets' Poetic Eyes web award. Won Poet of the Week in the Poetry For Thought group (The Globe groups) for the week April 28-May 4th, 2001, with the poem "If You Were Mine". Inducted into The Poets' Hall of Fame, 2001, and included in its anthology for that year. Recently broke several bones after falling from a train; now fully recovered after almost a year, and walking without a limp following a recent successful hip operation. Published Works: 5 illustrated e-books published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press (most recent first): Worlds Inside The Head, Quickies, Spiders And Gliders, A Way With Words (in collaboration with four other poets) and Pinky's Little Book of Shadows. Also published in several Kedco e-book anthologies and Forward Press bound book anthologies.
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