Poetry


• Florabella - Eve Enhelder
• A Song of the Venice Sky - Roby Behrens
• Psalm 2004 - Anonymous
• Sunday at Steve's - Eli Elliott
• Computer Electric - Shanna Baldwin-Moore
• like an eye - Hillary Kaye

FLORABELLA

Florabella are you still by the sea?

You like waves, are so free

On that morning when I sailed away

You kept smiling while you kneeled to pray

Florabella when the tide takes a turn

It will bring you back my heart which has yearned

Florabella I will tell you the truth

Florabella I love you.

In a small Italian town

They were celebrating carnival time unafisto

You were masquerading with an armful of charms

So I asked you, may I have a little token, please.

You ran up to me, you kissed me and said adios.

So, Florabella when the tide takes a turn

It will bring back my heart that has yearned.

I love Florabella

Florabella, Florabella

note: poem submitted by Eve Enhelder who is over 90 years of age.
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A Song of the Venice Sky

by Roby Behrens

Vibrant blue hidden behind a wisp of white

Power within to be exposed

A vast, yet serene, yet subtle kingdom of colors

A sunset of wisdom

Hidden between an iridescent display of orange and gold

A shining glimpse of hope
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Psalm 2004

Bush is my shepherd, I shall be in want.
He leadeth me beside the still factories,
He maketh me to lie down on park benches,
He restoreth my doubts about the Republican party.
He guideth me onto the paths of unemployment for the profit's sake.
I do fear the evildoers, for thou talkest about them constantly.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy deficit spending,
They do discomfort me.
Thou anointeth me with never-ending debt,
And my savings and assets shall soon be gone.
Surely poverty and hard living shall follow me the rest of my days,
And my jobless children shall dwell in my basement forever.

Anonymous
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SUNDAY AT STEVE’S

AND GIRL ROBIN puts the redtail snapper

on the barbee-Q the way she seen it done
in Jamaica while Brooklyn Val ain’t convinced
the eggplant is gettin cooked enuff
so she fusses a bit
turns up the barbee
and lets it sit
AND meanwhile Steve Davis stakes claim
to the camouflage hat from Prague that
I brought back for Girl Robin but damn
if it don’t look good on him anyway
AND Venice Dirk arrives, now
from Barstow but movin on to
Redondo and trying to be a free
lance reporter with plans to bug
100,000 editors and see what
happens
AND Cindy Pop marvels
as she tells of the phila
delphia phenomena of how all the
males on her daddy’s side had been
given the name "Ralph"
AND a Beachhead debate ignites and
Steve swears he’s still gonna write the
letter anyway while Theresa blushes at
it all and Suzy Williams tells of her first
time inhaling a cigarette
AND Girl Robin hustles about
moving chairs and tables
and doing spectacular little giggles
while Brooklyn Val contemplates in
the kitchen whether or not its
kosher to perform yoga while
intoxicated
AND I observe the Sunday at Steve’s
while on the ground playing with Bubbles
the dog and they all warn me that he stinks foul
but I don’t smell a thing.

---Eli Elliott
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Computer Electric
defragmentation
of my mind
sounds
of connection
celebration
of cyber,color sounds
as the whole
world gets wired
communication
computer electric
a universe of verse
circling/singing
Listen
ah! poetry
music of
yr mind.
Played on
yr heart chords
Singing thru
copper
cables and wires
computer electric

Shanna Baldwin-Moore
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like an eye

by Hillary Kaye

What was
brought forth
like an eye
carved out
of the face
not simply
handed over
but burned
into the
flesh
that this
was love.

Posted: Sat - May 1, 2004 at 04:01 PM          

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