by Richard M. Ankers & Gina Maria Manchego Authors’ Notes: Two poems written whilst sharing a nice, warm drink in a rural coffee shop. Two aspects of…
Thoughts from a Coffee Shop
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by Richard M. Ankers The bird sleeps alone with good reason;nests are only so large, after all.Feathers ruffle andscrape against twigs.Beaks protrude…
Solitary
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A big thank you to editor Manuela Timofte for publishing my latest poem, The Darkling Door.
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Here: The Darkling Door
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Thank you as always to the fantastic, Manuela Timofte, editor at Gobblers by Masticadores for publishing my latest poem, Whispers of Failure.
Manuela allows a freedom of expression, whether it positive or negative, that enables such wonderful variation in the magazine’s themes. I hope you get the chance to read many more of the pieces than just mine.
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A massive thank you to editor, Manuela Timofte, for publishing my latest poem, The Girl. As always, I hope you enjoy it, and please do take a little time to look around the site. There are some wonderful pieces to read.
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A big thank you to editor, Manuela Timofte, for publishing my latest poetry piece, Been and Gone. This one’s a little different in that it’s a collaboration with my co-author and the girl who is my universe, Gina Maria Manchego. I hope you enjoy.
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Steel ribs cage the beast.
Burst free, my enemy!
Reveal yourself to the world!
A ridiculous proclamation
born of a ridiculous man.
I splutter out like a wetted candle.
Exertion meets exhaustion, as
steam rises like ghosting breaths.
Only the melancholy escapes,
grey plumes of inner me.
The shell remains untouched,
unlike the damaged mind
which reaches tendrils of self
deep under a paper epidermis
to ink out everything they touch.
Dark, they are, seeking crimson
warmth and love, an
extension to this endless pain.
A revelation. A blunt gift.
The inner me is my enemy.
I repeat this patient mantra.
But the cage is unbending
and the will behind it raw.
After all, is passing not for
blurring speedsters, or
those avoiding the view?
I have neither a view nor
the time in which to travel.
This heart thuds an agreement
when I would wish It
a stone-cold death.
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Entering to a bell as though welcome,
overt smiles greet these scowls.
–
With so many luxuries to enthral the senses,
we choose the simplest and sit.
–
Classical music graces unseen speakers
hidden from view, not mind.
–
This is ambience by design, perfunctory;
we close our eyes to elsewhere.
–
Curlicues of steam make mysteries
of a developing morning,
–
that huffs and puffs beyond a
forcefully fogged window;
–
we chill to our forefathers as the bean,
prized and perfected, percolates.
–
Leather seats make false luxury
for this temporary king of the hour.
–
Brief lives pass in ever-cooling sips
and whorls of ochre gloop.
–
Time to go. Time to leave. The misting
cityscape is just another dream
–
I have no wish to wake to, and
definitely no wish to wake from.
–
The End
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