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  •  Villanelle I                                 William Laughlin    
  •  Again                                         David Hixon
  •  Your memory in me abounds        William Laughlin
  •  Why I Tilled My Thoughts            Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago
  •  Sonnet V                                            William Laughlin

   

Villanelle I                 by William Laughlin  

 

Love lost and heartache earned

I’ve happened down this road before

Watching as the bridges burned

 

Down the winding roads I’ve turned

Since the tender age of four

Love lost and heartache earned

 

For her young hand my heart did yearn

At my heart desire tore

Watching as the bridges burned

 

Love lost and heartache learned

She turned me away this little whore

Love lost and heartache earned

 

Ashes in an old glazed urn

Spilled upon the cold stone floor

Love lost and heartache earned

Watching as the bridges burned.

 

 


 

 

 

 

Again    by David Hixon

 
 
Hopes rise and fall
and it seems natural
in reflection
yet when I see
the beauty of the bird
in flight
he sometimes crashes
into the window
forcing me to
dig deep
and start all over
again.
 
 
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Your memory in me abounds      
 
All around me are the sounds
the house creaks and laments
your memory in me abounds
 
Down these empty halls I've found
so much precious time misspent
all around me are the sounds
 
Within these walls I am bound
so desperate I repent
your memory in me abounds
 
of this silent realm I'm crowned;
this crooked crown that I've bent
all around me are the sounds
 
Like a harmless stalking hound
I am honed unto your scent
your memory in me abounds
 
In my web you shall be wound
once again my precious pet
all around me are the sounds
your memory in me abounds
 
 
 
 
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Why I Tilled My Thoughts  Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago

 

 I tilled my thoughts--

 near a sparkly stream, where
a rainbow bridge linking the past,
the present, and the future
 
of an exquisite aroma
of my morn sighs, ‘til it dawned upon a pink butterfly,
like the great orb. Ahh, countless times I
 
tilled my thoughts, while
li’l robin chirping in the young evergreen, which
out-shadowed grandpa’s oak tree,
 
where crimson love was once
etched on it. I did
the etching. And, the mystic spring sipped the blood
 
that oozed from her scented body, waking up
the wild tares eagerly casting their sleek shadows
to attract warblers, to play with them. Hmm,
 
the thoughts, cultivated
near a sparkly stream, like blooms
written in a poem--
 
can connect not only poets. 
 

 

Sonnet V            

 

The scent of spring time rain blows upon the breeze,

A sweet perfume hangs lavish in the air,

A spring shower falls lightly through the trees,

The woman; revealed draws my lonely stare,

The wind picks up and moves us together.

In a warm embrace our passions revealed,

My heart hangs heavy, I’m smitten by her.

Our lips intermingle, my breath she steals,

The rain falls heavy cleansing sinful souls,

We are made one as the downfall ensues.

We each feel the heat as the passion flows.

Spent and sweaty; exhaustion takes its cue.

We lay together as the rain moves on,

She closes her eyes and the night is gone.