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February 1995
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By Gyendor
^razen tA^Pon [a\d mitfnight Bright
in the flaunting summer’s sfc-^
fike the Wamefess ^vhore she was.
y\}^iber-be[[\ed Cfoutfs partetf sojtfy,
sfo\vfy reveafing L,Hpon's sitvererf naketfness.
startfetf b'j> their sucftfen unveiting,
scurrietf to cover her shametess beaut-^
fike an embarrassecf Jather or cfistant Jriencf.
fj^ut contemptuous iMpon, having none of this,
simpf-^ ran awa-^Jrom their unwantetf attention
[ike the happ-^ chiW at pfa^
toftf to come home too soon.
QThe envious Stars, sojeafous oj her totaf beaut"^,
the"^ did a naught-^ strip-tease in her steatf.
^ut m"^ iMjntf AVouW have none
oj^ their wanton rfispfa"^
and 1 d\d not turn m-^ heacf.
A}^d seeing this, sensuous iXpon kissecf m-^ heart
and soothetf m-^ souf’s fove-pta-^.
then, [ike a precocious cat,...
simp['^ wa[ke(f awa-^.
X)ixene(f ^JJune Sister LMpon,...
wish that -^ou had sta-^ecf.
Untitled
by Cedric Hurst
Silent is the wind on a hot summer's day
Alone is he who cannot find liis way
Bright is the sun that always seems to be
Blind is the man for love he cannot see
Monstrous is the rain that brings thunder and fear
So sad is the face that grows wetter with each tear
Calm is the ocean on a sand filled beach
Gentle is the hand of she you long to reach
Bold is the plant that forever reaches toward the sky
Grounded is the heart that once knew how to fly
“I was reading the dictionary. I
thought it was a poem about
everything.”
-Steven Wright
by Lesli Sample
I’ve got soul flowers
And they’re ready to bloom
I’ve got soul flowers
Growing in a little room
Way back in the far reaches of my mind
Across the span of my heart
Down deep in the depths of my soul
I’ve got soul flowers
Opening up before my mind’s eye
With the fragrance of laughter and love
And colors from a divine paint brush
Brush strokes from above
I’ve got soul flowers:
Tear’s shed over Alice and Toni’s stories
My personal muse;
Nikki and Maya’s poetry
I’ve got soul flowers
Like vivd memories
Is often how my soul flowers look
Memories of
A song, a play, a dance, a book
Or something 1 once heard him say
Or the way he looked at me on a particular day
There’s a soul flower for each
A memory that can be reached
I’ve got soul flowers
So, when I come to you
With bloom in hand
It s not just any gift or treat
It’s what I’ve longed to give to you:
A special part of me.