Community Poems
The Dream Patrol
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
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Festival
by Ken Ripley
Festivals can be lots of fun,
Especially when they are new
And what is offered nicely run.
Games, exhibits, and parades
And music by the score, all
Compete with booths of food,
The kind you see in fairs in fall:
Funnel cakes and turkey legs abound.
Visitors are drawn to streets
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What Love Is
by Aynia Moreaux
she said
I Love You
as i emptied my wallet
i had never told a stranger
I Love You
but in that moment
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The Festival of African Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.
They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of water.
On their heads are smouldering fires of corns
And pears, and ingredients of a lush season.
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Rhythms of the Jungle
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Out of the depths, throbs.
Flutes make the flutists, and pachyderms
Skin our ancestral drums.
A panther-leap and gazelle-sway dance
Caress our restless feet.
Our young-and-old hearts palpitate
With the eloquence of incensed orators.
Frenzy falls like weeping rain upon us,
Charming our hearts with the melody of
Esoteric chants.
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Walking
by Jonathan Goff
They walk in darkness
Begging to see
Their voices rise
Hungry to be seen
Invisible people
Still have
Hearts / Beating / Rhythm
Under the weight
of the waiting–
But always,
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Streetlights
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
With the power invested in you to give light
As from 6:45 p.m., you waste no time in
Shining warmly bright;
Gently you flourish, and with the power of
Renewed energy upon which you prompt us
Little kids, reminding us of the ticking clock
In our racing hearts.
Tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc.
And your lights, generous, shine on the evening
Sun, slowly sinking beyond giving light.
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What Love Is
by Aynia Moreaux
she said
I Love You
as i emptied my wallet
i had never told a stranger
I Love You
but in that moment
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Philadelphia, 6/25/25
by Michael Banning
This morning, a cardinal
lands on my back fence,
opens its beak.
Nothing.
Even the birds
save their songs
for weather worth singing about.
The papi store thermometer
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Digital Matters
by Darris van-Hoxen
Ancient rites
forum fights
leeching thread
scorned parasite
LLM spam delight
Bump
keeps it in sight
Bump
snuffing out
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