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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.

 

Ubiquitous Quietude

 By Peycho Kanev

Go quietly, or you will disturb the dead.
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?”

The shovels are muddy, the ditch is dug.
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.

 

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