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Index of poets: Robin Ouzman Hislop Sara L. Russell Michael R. Burch Helga Ross |
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Ashes in the Congo Close your eyes on your borders for now it’s safe to dream a creator without a name as neutral as the human gorilla ape monism & awake from a parallel dream to a new age dawn of unknown separation & the lost question in whence began the bifurcation where you reach out for before. A Worker's Poem I must go the places, I’m not permitted to speak. Daily my work takes me there, week by week. I hear high orders spoken, words everywhere on record, then I’m released but broken to voices remaining unheard. As rain that patters on the roof, we will listen to only the wind. Anonymous & lowly aloof, worn out from relentless grind. After the Bath You were gone so long. The pain of our separation became such intense longing that when together again, I thought to be filled in. I never conceived you’d start again, as though beyond recognition, our tale eventually forgotten, the memory, where we were begotton. Became impossible & you driven not to die meant only creation, whatever the destruction of meaning meant, once upon a time, could ever now mean. © All poems by Robin Ouzman Hislop 2006 |
ROBIN OUZMAN HISLOP: Born UK. Childhood in Lyme Regis & Poole Dorset. Lived Scotland & Scandinavia, The East & Spain. 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. His book After the Cave the Comet was published by Mystic East. Became a Resident Poet of Poetry Life & Times in January 2005.
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The English At Play 1: Social Club Nights Old ladies do a stately sideways shamble, Toddlers dance like penguins in a ring; Fathers do a rolling, bear-like amble, Which teenage daughters find embarrassing. Young men watch the scene with some derision, While older men fill up the fruit machines; To dance, or not to dance, is some decision With music that was from your parents' teens. Women dance a winding, tipsy conga, With handbags pushed discreetly under chairs. Over at the bar, the queues are longer, While girls visit the Ladies' Room in pairs. The music ends, the D.J. packs his cables, Cardigans and coats are gathered in And small children dragged out from under tables, As we dream of next week's wild social spin. © Sara L. Russell 2003 The English At Play 2: The Great English Seaside Unwrap the sandwiches that got crushed in the car, Put on your cardigans with three-quarter sleeves, Wearing sports logos that tell the world who you are, The last family to arrive and the first that leaves. Put up the deckchairs, hammer the windbreak in As old ladies watch and laugh, from the promenade, Rub sunblock on already-blistered skin, Wearing a beanie hat, trying to look hard. Kiss me quick, my darlings, and squeeze me slow, For even though the night is still yet young, After eleven-ten there is nowhere to go, Though we have rugby songs as yet unsung. Almost time to return to the hotel, Exhume Dad from his prison in the sand, No, don't bring the captured crab as well, Or that other nasty object in your hand... Another week and you'll be back at school, Tomorrow we'll be home in time for tea, No, it's too late for the hotel pool, But we'll have fun at Christmas, wait and see! © Sara L. Russell, 5th August 2004 SARA RUSSELL Poet, cartoonist and short story writer. Founder 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. 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. |
EXCLUSIVE NEWS UPDATE: Some of Robin's poems have been published in the anthology "Blue Corn", 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.
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MICHAEL R. BURCH
is the editor of The HyperTexts
where he has published the work of three Pulitzer Prize nominees and
recent winners of the T. S. Eliot, Richard Wilbur and Howard Nemerov
awards. He has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and his
work has appeared over 450 times in literary journals and sundry
publications in the USA, England, Scotland, Canada, Australia, South
Africa and India, including The Chariton Review, Poetry Magazine,
Verse, Poet Lore, Unlikely Stories, Light Quarterly, Writer’s Digest –
The Year’s Best Writing 2003, The Best of the Eclectic Muse 1989-2003,
The Lyric, ByLine, Icon and Nebo. |
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PETRARCHAN: Surrender? Is there a sonnet worth a new assault on the abattis of bias we’ve borne; would storm the ramparts of modernist scorn with results of form and rhyme without fault, yet say what need be said so all exult in the silver-tongue truths which touch the torn to lay down their arms and embrace its thorn; realize it’s alright to call the halt? Fort Wagner* of the word-song why choose war? Want me too; let me woo you in that way legendaries did what romantics do. Hurl me back to my decimated corps and we both lose. We need a brighter day; choosing life** and hating war: A breakthrough. * Fort (Battery) Wagner, Charleston SC – assaulted twice in the Civil War. The Second Assault is better known. Led by the 54th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry, it was the first major American military unit made up of African Americans. Beseiged but never taken in battle. Confederate defenders endured almost 60 days of heavy shelling, then abandoned it. ** Deuteronomy 30: 15-19 © Helga Ross, 2006 SPENSARIAN: Rein (Reign) Your Brain! "A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there." Snake - D.H. Lawrence ... my inspiration: A green ribbon sprawls along a stone trail; a moss-like strand some human hand misplaced, or a girl's curls tossed loose a ponytail? This trim makes ladies tremble with distaste: The pretty strand is a garter, snake-faced! It coils, unfurls a lunge, spits forth a fork, withal recoils and slithers with slow haste - (Shudders, oohs, aahs) - such mesmerizing torque. A dinosaur's remnant; a link to Ork;* our Reptilian Brain, the oldest part, where emotion fights reason for the cork; the art is knowing when to heed the heart. Skinny One, respect deflects foolish fear: When we reflect we find a treasure here. *Ork – a fictional race of beings. © Helga Ross, 2004, 2006 SHAKESPEAREAN: Cardinal Designs In praise of Cardinalis cardinalis, the Northern Cardinal ... Whistles and a flurry of crimson wings signals he watches when she looks for him; skyward, eyes where he sways on cedar, sings, flinging bursts of flattering hymns at whim. How odd their courtship leads to this courtyard the hen shares with the she who crafts alone romance poems; his own beguile the bard, vermilion audacity proudly shown. Purty, purty, purty, his tenor trill thrills her vanity. Silly, she knows none but the feathered one fulfills – (Her, who will?) his mate for life – (Her home by extension). The Creator makes Books good as Covers: Designs good-looking heroes, best lovers? © Helga Ross, 2004, 2006
Helga loves the well-written word and loves to write
her own; derives great pleasure from great literature, art and life,
and the great outdoors. Everything old is new again--she has just moved
back to her old home town, Burlington, Ontario, (Canada) after half a
lifetime--for a new start. "You
can't go home again" so they say -- She shall see.Refer her
poem: Pursuing Happiness on the subject, published PT&L April, 2006. |
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