Who Says April Only Has 30 Days?

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This year, April has 32 and so I’m adding two extra poems, one today and one tomorrow. Well let’s be honest — I screwed up, but what better way to screw up than to have more poetry! So National Poetry Month is hereby officially extended for two more days.

Please stay tuned. On May third, it will be time to start voting for your favorite poem, So in the meantime, please review all the wild poems and be ready to cast your vote.

I do want to take the time to thank all of those wonderful poets who participated in this year’s 30 for 30 and to all of you — the readers — who came by every day to check out WILD poetry.

Until next year…

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Marian Shapiro

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Intervention

© 20170 Marian Shapiro

Marian Kaplun Shapiro loves Poetry Month – all those unique unknown works to discover! Marian is the author of a professional book, Second Childhood (Norton, 1988), a poetry book, Players In The Dream, Dreamers In The Play (Plain View Press, 2007) and  two chapbooks: Your Third Wish, (Finishing Line, 2007); and The End Of The World, Announced On Wednesday (Pudding House, 2007). A Quaker and a psychologist, her poetry often embeds the topics of peace and violence by addressing one within the context of the other. A resident of Lexington, she is a five-time Senior Poet Laureate of Massachusetts. She was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2012.

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Scott Davis Howard

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The Post Hole Digger

© 2017 Scott Davis Howard

Scott holds an MA in British literature from the University of Montana, Missoula (2008), is an Agnes Meyer Teacher of the Year nominee, and is an author of a novel and short stories. He spends his days regaling his 12th grade students with thrilling tales about Beowulf, Sir Gawain, Macbeth, and Dorian Gray, and his nights ferrying his offspring between the soccer field and Cub Scout meetings. In his rare moments of quiet (when the children are eating snacks in the van, spilling crumbs all over the carpet), he wonders when and how he became a soccer mom. He wrote the original
draft of his debut novel, Three Days and Two Knights, on an outdated laptop, standing in his kitchen with an infant strapped to his chest.

His newest short story can be found here: http://www.piedmontjpf.com/oneknight

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Tawanda E. Prince

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Haunted House

Ghosts and goblins
Monsters and ghouls
My house is haunted
Cause I’ve been a fool
Skeletons in my closet
Bones on my floor
Remnants and fragments
Of a life that is no more

Black cat in the window
Witches brew in the pot
Spooks in the alley
Trying to get what I got
And I gave of myself
When the fire got hot

Jack was no lantern
And the monster didn’t mash
The noise that was heard
Was my heart as it crashed
When the mummy came walking
With his crystal balls
My house wasn’t ready
Cob webs on my walls
He slipped in beside me
And troubled my head
My house became haunted
When he got in my bed

Rats and rattlesnakes
Spiders and worms
Taunting and teasing
Each one took a turn
This vampire was thirst
For a taste of my blood
Each kiss was more deadly
Each time we made love

Then he just vanished
Before one early dawn
Blood on my carpet
Tombstone on my lawn
Now my house is haunted
There is no doubt
I can’t escape it
My secret is out
Skeletons in my closet
Bones on my floor
Remnants and fragments
Of a life that is no more.

©1998 Tawanda E. Prince

Tawanda Prince, a native New Yorker, earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in English, from Hunter College; and a Master of Arts in Teaching, from Bowie State University.

Tawanda Prince, “The Good Life Coach”, is a published author, dynamic conference and retreat speaker, knowledgeable teacher, and compassionate mentor and life coach. Her professional profile includes a diverse background of teaching, writing, leadership and communication.  She also conducts personal, spiritual and professional development workshops across the country.

Tawanda has written and produced two gospel stage plays; Timeless: A Soulful Christmas Musical, and Put a ring On It. Additionally, she is the author of three empowering books, Wonderful Words of Life, Nouns, Verbs and Other Words and Thunder Knocking at My Heart.  Tawanda’s creative talents as a poet, singer, songwriter, drummer and actress have been widely showcased and she has various television, radio, stage and performing credits to add to her list of accomplishments. You may contact her at CoachTawandaprince@gmail.com or www.Thegoodlifecoach.net.

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Valeri Beers

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In My Wildest Dreams

I’m moving
to
Croatia
to be
a poet
on
Youtube

I’m the
Queen.
Lord Edward
of
Lincoln
Lady Rachel
of
the Ridge.

My
wildest dreams
are dreamed
on a
rural ridge
where wildlife
lives.

Unpheasant
the patridge
checks in
a
couple times
a
season.
Woodpeckers tapping
for
dominance
in
my backyard.
The
dead deer
in
the road,
white car smoking,
wind ruffling
the
brown fur
on
it’s neck.
Even
my cat
is described as
a
“little wild creature”
by the internet.

Ok Google,
how do  you say
poet
in Croatian?

© 2017 Valeri Beers

Valeri Beers is a poet from Bangor, Maine. She has been published in many online and print journals. Her poetry site is www.wordsoftheval2000.wordpress.com.

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Dave Lego

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Big Yellow Now

They sell merchandise
an unbending juggernaut
with a cartel formula sleek
and a winning HOT blog

Don’t the ways seen be known
you don’t know what you want to own
they sell merchandise
an unyielding juggernaut

oooohhh buy bye buy bye
oooohhh bye buy bye buy

They took all the people
put ’em in a people museum
then they charged all the robots
a bitcoin over cost just to be them

Don’t the ways seen be known
you don’t know what you want or own
they sell merchandise
an unending juggernaut

oooohhh chop-chop chop-chop!
oooohhh chop-chop chop-chop!

Hey charmer charmer
put away those tea leaves now
sell me lots of crap
but leave me the parks and the breeze
Please!

Don’t the ways seen be known
you don’t know what you need to own
they sell merchandise
an unyielding juggernaut

oooohhh stop stop stop stop!
oooohhh stop stop stop stop!

Late last night
I saw the screen hologram
and the Big Yellow Now
well, it took away our old plan

Don’t the ways seen be known
you don’t know what to want or own
roll-out a bargain price
buying more stuff for what

oooohhh buy bye buy bye

Don’t the ways seen be known
we don’t know what we want or own
the people hypnotized
an undreamt of juggernaut

oooohhh bye buy bye buy

They roll loaded dice
and squeeze out another shot

oooohhh buy bye buy bye

We pay for paradise
and put up with more parking – LOTS!

A ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa!

© Dave Lego 2017-04-09

Bio: Make something up!

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Nicole A Yurcaba

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Final Confession

My grandmother flirted with the
priest who visited her at home
each week, about Wednesday,
to hear her confession.

I can’t, in reality, blame her:
my grandfather, nine or ten
years gone; my grandmother,
frank and feisty, a woman who
refused the labels “canner” and
“cutter” despite her knee-length
skirt, her tissues carefully tucked
in her watch’s silver wristband.

Those afternoons, from where I sat
on the stairwell adjacent to the room
where she sat knee-to-knee with the Father,
I saw her, on more than one occasion,
take his hand and demand
Father, I know you’ve told me before,
but tell me again, please,
that I am forgiven.

© 2016 Nicole A Yurcaba

Nicole Yurcaba is a Gothic subculture member, a Ukrainian-American, and an English instructor at Bridgewater College in Bridgewater, VA. Her chapbook Hollow Bottles, ​which reflects on music and human futility, is available on Amazon.

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Angelee Deodhar

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The Jabberwocky and the Magpies
Lewis Caroll meets Dennis Glover

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
and Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle
The magpies said

To be read to The Mikado Overture

© 2017 Angelee Deodhar

Dr.Angelee Deodhar is an ophthalmologist turned haiku poet, haiga artist and translator from Chandigarh,India. A member of the Haiku Society of America and the Haiku International Association of Japan, and several other haiku societies around the world, she has translated six books of haiku from English to Hindi. She has edited three anthologies of international haibun, Journeys, Journeys 2015, and Journeys 2017.

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Joy Mar

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Falling into and apart

Five stages in life and love

Grab for edge, reach for control
time, standing still, does astound
as into rabbit hole, descend
further and further into it
free-floating over ground.

SCAD diving, Dallas-bound
carabiner-tethered tightly
trick of memory, wide-open shut
hard-drive found, trivial dumped
every detail, thumps down, glut.

Go ask Alice!

Reaching terminal velocity,
felines plummet from stories high
landing with minimal injuries
walking away, do not die when
cat-a-day falls from clear blue sky.

Defenestration, cats survived
stories, fewer than 5, greater than 9
gathered statistics analyzed, full.
And, physicist consulted, Why?
Loss suffered greatest at peak pull.

Go ask Alice!

Once equilibrium has been found
cruising speed handily obtained
like flying squirrel, legs spread apart
heart slows, tummy to the ground
safe touchdown skillfully gained.

Gravity effect expertly turned off
as knowledge of motion found
in curvature of space and time
living on the curve, its slope
hugging life’s contour sublime.

Go ask Alice!

Falling forward, timing task
information deliver, receive
Calibration, from feet to brain
signals to send, signals retrieve
impulses play in movement’s game.

Aging makes one pay the price as
nerve-sheath damage makes a call
corrective command now is needed
else stumble forward or take a fall.
Afterward, can’t remain the same.

Go ask Alice!

In black hole’s extreme gravity
no survival, death before disappear
when pull at foot is so much greater
and feet fall faster than one’s head
death’s mayhem, un-avoided, draws near.

Initially, feels like stretch, feels good
until tidal forces exceed flesh bindings
snapped into two pieces, torso survives
bifurcating into to atomic stream, then
squeezed, through space fabric extruded.

Go ask Alice!
I think she’ll know…

© Joy Martin   2017

Southern-born, Joy now makes her home in New England.  Her poems explore the many facets of life, including her and broader humanity’s place and challenges within it.

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Lynn Gilbert

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Writing

© 2017 Lynn Gilbert

Lynn Gilbert has had poems in Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Concho River Review, Exquisite Corpse, Kansas Quarterly, Southwestern American Literature, The Texas Observer, Third Wednesday, and several regional anthologies.  She is an associate editor of poetry at Third Wednesday literary journal and was a founding editor of Borderlands.  Her most-read poem is undoubtedly a haiku displayed in Austin buses since 2013.

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