The Long White
Path
by Ken Allan Dronsfield
"I will draw the thorns from your feet,
then we shall walk the long white path.
In life together, like a brother from
my own blood; I will love you.
I will wipe the tears from your eyes and
show your enemies my wrath.
I'll put your aching heart to rest, and
always carry you through.
I will provide warmth on the darkest nights;
in the moonlit valleys or mountain heights.
For you are my brother; and we shall
walk the long white path ... together."
Bio: Ken Allan Dronsfield, 62 years old, currently
lives in Seminole, Oklahoma. He has been
writing most of his life, prose, short stories, poetry, and inspirational pieces. This is the second poem I have published my
Ken Allan Dronsfield.
Chicago Street Preacher (V3)
Ubiquitous
Quietude
By
Peycho Kanev
Go
quietly, or you will disturb the dead.
The mist is so thick here, like a white
bushy beard.
The mist is so thick here, like a white
bushy beard.
Famine
is a woman with fragile bones
that cries at night, asking over and over,
“Where is your God now?”
that cries at night, asking over and over,
“Where is your God now?”
The
shovels are muddy, the ditch is dug.
A turtle passes the cemetery, reminding us
that he will outlive us all.
Go quietly…
A turtle passes the cemetery, reminding us
that he will outlive us all.
Go quietly…
Peycho Kanev is the author of 4 poetry
collections and two chapbooks, published in USA and Bulgaria. He has won
several European awards for his poetry and he’s nominated for
the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net. His poems have appeared in
many literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen
Review, Hawaii Review, Cordite Poetry Review, Sheepshead Review, Off
the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Two Thirds North, Sierra Nevada
Review, The Cleveland Review and many others.
Chicago Street Preacher (V3)
By Michael Lee Johnson
Street preacher
server of the Word,
pamphlet whore, hand out
delivery boy,
fanatic of sidewalk vocals,
banjo strummer, seeker of coins,
crack cocaine and salvation within notes.
Camper on 47th from Ashland
to California promoting his
penniless life, gospel forever
Kingdom here it comes.
Sidewalk
Freak
By
Pyiya Patel
My
feet drag clumsy, one by one
the silent stares have begun
my words fall deaf
on the ears that dare;
the ones that stop and glare:
shaking their noses
in pity and embarrassment
They are the arrogant
who dares to pass judgement
One by one, I watch them pass;
not one dares to speak
I'm sure, to them
the stench of poverty must reek
To them, I am
the sidewalk freak.
the silent stares have begun
my words fall deaf
on the ears that dare;
the ones that stop and glare:
shaking their noses
in pity and embarrassment
They are the arrogant
who dares to pass judgement
One by one, I watch them pass;
not one dares to speak
I'm sure, to them
the stench of poverty must reek
To them, I am
the sidewalk freak.
Priya Patel was
born in the UK and raised here, in the states. She started writing in
her early high school years, but only recently has she started to take her
poetry to the next level. Priya has one published eBook on Kindle and
another one in the works. By day, she is a Manager in the Hospitality
Industry, however, clearly her passion is in her writing. http://www.amazon.com/Woman-Scorned-poetic-memoirs-survivor-ebook/dp/B00KK22IHG/ref=redir_mobile_desktop?ie=UTF8&fp=1&noEncodingTag=1&pc_redir=T1&redirectFromSS=1
