BY MAC LOGAN There central in th’ appointed place He stands composed and stern, with grace Eyes focused, clear, direct, and strong He gazes o’er the teeming throng A benefactor great and kind Admired worldwide for wealth and mind Strong his brow and great his poise Exemplar for a’ men and boys His metal fist can’t swat the gull That stands oblivious … Continue reading Carnegie and the Seagull
Tendrils of mist unfurl Diffuse light Dissipate Rocky crags take solid shape Stark Desolate Waves pound the shore Strong Rhythmical Seabirds spring towards infinity Light Delicate Soar high on sea-breeze eddies Flotsam of the hurricane Primal colour Mixed on a celestial palette, Splashed with abandon on the canvas. Copyright Mac Logan Mac Logan is a Scottish Poet & Author. Continue reading Arran Morning
BY MAC LOGAN The day dank dawns and drizzle drips. Lank-branched leaves hold waiting drops To splash an eye, a cheek, my lips. Grey heaven cries and cannot stop. I walk the last few yards to … Dad Heart braced, alone I take the door And standing there, his other lad, I push the bell and wait some more. The minutes pass till brisk strides … Continue reading Dad’s Farewell
BY RUCHIRA GHOSH The creator of the world, Lord, God , Almighty, innumerable names; Is the greatest musician of all. Behold the harmony in the Universe, Not one discordant note, all steps matched. The magnificent sun rises punctually at dawn, At day’s end sets over the western horizon. Earth’s rotation and revolution accomplished, Day in and day out…in perfect symmetry. Tiny buds unfurl, blossom and … Continue reading Rhythm of Life
BY MAHIMA SHARMA What do you seek from Life? What do you seek from the Divine? Health, wealth or peace from Sunshine? Or the ultimate blessings of the mighty Divine? What do you seek everyday from Life… Have you ever discussed it with family or Wife? The needs, the wants…or any urge that haunts? The greed, the grants…or the societal pressure that commands? What do … Continue reading What You Seek, O Human?
BY JENNY LONG Poetry is big business online. There has been a boom in digital poetry in the last few years and sites like Spillwords have become some of the largest on the Web. Up there at the very top of destinations for online poets’s work is The Poetry Fellowship based in the United Kingdom. The Poetry Fellowship is based in a Georgian building in Taunton … Continue reading The Poetry Fellowship
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Playing under the Sun, I tread through a million Sand, Laughing the life away…in tow of my most important person, I leave footprints on the sand by the beach. Footprints of Time, Footprints of Life, With every drop of Water, Holding each grain of Sand, Clutching my footprints to it, Engraving my emotions, my memories in it. Footprints of Life… … Continue reading Hourglass & Sands of Time
BY MAHIMA SHARMA The Sun is bidding adieu, Gliding and hiding in the clouds of dew, Paving way for a crimson evening, Whispering a message for the Moon… “I pave the way for you my Friend, Go Rise & Shine O Moon! However dark may be the night, Go spread your light, Go shine bright!” The Moon wakes up with a yawn, Spreading Moon-dust … Continue reading Rise and Shine
BY MAHIMA SHARMA The Eagle soared… Then perched to rest, Atop that impossible cliff! The cliff beyond my reach…is Eagle’s Seat of Power, And Sun rays bathing it, like a Blessing Shower! The Pelican is at watch… Patiently for its catch, Deeply focussed, undeterred and determined to fetch. The Pelican watches from it’s Seat of Conviction, While nature drenches it in unabated Rain! … Continue reading Untamed & Free, That’s Me
Students at the University of Manchester painted over a mural of a poem by Rudyard Kipling, arguing that the writer “dehumanised people of colour”. The poem If, which was written around 1895, had been painted on the wall of the university’s newly refurbished students’ union. But students painted over the verses, replacing them with the 1978 poem Still I Rise by the US poet and civil … Continue reading If
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Metaphors of the Moon…. And the countdown to a twinkling Night, The Night knows nothing, while the Quill scribbles love notes, Verses soaked in the Moonlight or the Stardust? The Sky inks the beauty…with Moonlight Love! As the Wind sings familiar melodies from its ancient book, The trees sway with joy to the green rhythm of life, The full Moon … Continue reading My Quill’s Moonlight Love
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Longing for their Love, rips my heart apart… Smiling through pain…trying to perfect this Art! As the clouds swift past the Moon, the longing creeps in…. As the wind caresses my hair like Mum, My heart sings the lullaby to the Moon…the one my Granny used to hum, The two brightest stars, they say, are my Granny-GrandPa, Grown up I am, but … Continue reading Catharsis
