Arthur Rosch

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Dewdrops on spiderwebs:
sit lightly with life.

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The tree limb
from which the bird has flown
rocks in early morning light. 

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A solitary raindrop
at the beginning of a shower
loses itself in the pond. 

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The world spins like a riddle
through the space of its answer. 

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The beast of the cosmos staggers,
wounded by the weapon of its own life.

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Eclipse:  the silhouette of a leaf
surrounded by the sun’s rays.

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Arthur Rosch is a writer, musician and photographer. His photography was recognized by the United Nations and his first novel, Confessions of an Honest Man, received an award by Writer’s Digest. You can find it on Amazon and his Photography at 500px Free e-book at Smashwords, The Road Has Eyes, a travel memoir. You can read Write Out Of My Head, the Blog: http://www.artrosch.com

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Joan McNerney

Poet’s Note – These are all unstructured haiku.

Green new leaf
fits hand perfectly—the future
lies in your palm.

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Cool bright delicate.
Let me wear it around my neck,
this soft splash of rain.

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It is the white hour
between deep night and soft dawn.
Even the wren stares.

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Calculating….
a fish leaps to capture
bite of heaven.

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Today’s work is done.
The sun fell from the sky
for a bowl of stars.

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An outdoor concert.
Which is sweeter the flute
or bird song in woods?

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Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  She has four Best of the Net nominations. 

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Little Rascal

The daily adventures of owning a pet monkey. 🙂

August! You better get down here!”
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“You sure are a cheeky monkey!”

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Fizza Abbas

Scribbles 

Mouse scurrying around the house, 
stops near the site 
where remnants of a delicious meal 
are scattered around, 
to find a slice of meat 
he saw others enjoying 
at a dinner table 
yesterday. 

Upon finding his favourite cut, 
he smells the scent 
to visualise how welcoming 
would his other senses feel 
once he took a bite. 

Good food for thought, 
he would say! 

Eggshell

I agree,
since you have ingredients
to make an omelette,
you got the right

to judge my broken egg.

Words

As the darkness rolls in,
the karaoke night of mice at my house
is in full swing:
they snake around a network of hedges,
talking in riddles
with the disjointed pieces of a tale,
that they secretly narrate
to their friends
to dupe me.

Their slight eye movements
trigger the eardrums
to look too,
for a navigation map
that they think has the license
to authorize their reckless movements
and a drunken state
at this hour of the night.

The remnants of a delicious meal
make for a lack of a map,
and they end up thanking me
for a blissful evening –
Lilliputians who use ink to blot us down
matter too,
they finally say.

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Fizza Abbas is a Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published at many platforms including Indiana Voice Journal, Poetry Pacific, Runcible Spoon, Better Than Starbucks, The Poetry Village, Bonnie’s Crew, Cabinet of the Heed and Foxglove Journal.

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Dear Mr. Mouse

Hey, neighbors, I see you there in my cabinets,
rummaging and sniffing out your next meal.
But I don’t remember inviting you.

You’re really cute with that beautiful shade
of soft-looking brown. That tiny little nose,
itsy-bitsy ears, and long tail you drag behind.

But have I mentioned, it’s not very neighborly
of you to dine on my food without a “may I”,
then leaving your droppings as a gift?

A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn’t climb over it.Arthur Baer

“All will concede that in order to have good neighbors, we must also be good neighbors. That applies in every field of human endeavor.” Harry S. Truman

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