He didn’t invent
motorcycles or leather
but he did die young
Today is the 67th anniversary of James Dean’s death.
Bartholomew Barker and James Dean are sixth cousins twice removed. The poet’s grandparents are buried within sight of the actor’s grave in Park Cemetery and one of Barker’s uncles rode motorcycles with the young Dean, both rebelling without much cause.
Sturdy stood the twins
That warm September fall
Reaching for heaven
Trees, yawning in drought
Forced to repent their decision
To remain rooted instead of fleeing
Their once wet barks
Branded with scars from sharp gun rays
As they stare down
At footprints of families gone farming
Fading in harmattan winds
Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart.
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Hunger echoes the sun rays in my ears
My stomach grumbles
It’s the sign, that I’m near the end
I tighten my grip on the loaf of bread
Wrapped around my shoes in my sack
As the sun brightens with more heat
It becomes clear
That my big talks and dreaming big
Come down to holding on to a piece of bread
Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart.
Website
greatbenji.business.blog
I was born for the rough roads
To roam them and to rule there
I was destined to go places
Even hell, cracked and cooked
I was built to master
The roads of rules and conventions
To their dead ends
And create new paths into the future
I was born to win
That’s why I count every loss as lessons
Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart.
Website
greatbenji.business.blog
because they land wrong side down.
You are a cat, elegant
in words, in motion.
I’m not fooled
by slick persuasion.
At heart you are
a dirty dog.
Your toast is buttered
with margarine.
Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” and “The Big Unda,” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net.
The moon’s my patriarch
My dream glowing in the dark
She’s a vision, no feel, no mound
Only a voice, without sound
A distant shining, so forlorn
My nights ache until dawn
She’s a pillow, no caress, no kiss
Only a voice, from beyond the mist
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing for 19 years. He is on the committee of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America), and a writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (America).
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how the beating heart of the earth
sounded like when we lay there on
the grass sharing our futures?
TEA SOLON enjoys gulping butung any given day. In her capacity as professor, researcher, and administrator, she had served the academe for nearly two decades. A boring mom and annoying mamarazzi, her bragging rights include basil grower, cancer warrior, and Kabisdak contributor. Read more of Tea at Butung is Layp.
Cake in my pocket
to feed the squirrels
in the college square.
Free food,
free tuition,
squirrels are much smarter
than me.
Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” and “The Big Unda,” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net.
all your kisses
belong to me,
and mine yours
the darkness
even closes its
eyes to ensure
no one else takes
our kisses away
but us… only us.
TEA SOLON enjoys gulping butung any given day. In her capacity as professor, researcher, and administrator, she had served the academe for nearly two decades. A boring mom and annoying mamarazzi, her bragging rights include basil grower, cancer warrior, and Kabisdak contributor. Read more of Tea at Butung is Layp.
Whispers and Echoes 