The Sun Continues Beating Down
          by Ra Bué Weel Disc

The Sun beats down upon the City in the afternoon.
It is so hot. the wasps come out, to build their hives anew.
The heat has chased the wild life into the shadows made.
The birds inhabit leafy trees on perches in the shade.
One longs for windy gusts of air to blow on past one’s face.
One watches jet airliners pass above in cooler space.
One’s thankful for the air-conditioning one has at home,
along with the revolving fans that turn in rapid mo.
The Sun continues beating down upon the neighbourhoods,
for all the cloudless, sunny days one has to pay one’s dues.

Ra Bué Weel Disc is a poet of the Solar Disk.

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Haiku
          by “Clear Dew” Ibuse

The soothing cooing
of the early morning doves
penetrates the house.

“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a haiku traditionalist. Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) is sometimes credited with coining the term “haiku” as a stand-alone poetic form.

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Haiku
          by “Wired Clues” Abe

Helicopter scopes
pointed at his tee-shirt—
hungry hummingbirds.

“Wired Clues” Abe is a NewMillennial haiku writer.

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Behind Him Was a Bare, White Wall
          by Sri Wele Cebuda

Behind him was a bare, white wall, with wood wainscotting too,
the tiled floor he sat upon, the colour of slate-blue.
He got into the lotus pose; he wore snug, light-tan trunks;
his hands placed round his feet with the demeanor of a monk’s.
He stretched his legs out to each side and pressed his arms; repeat.
He stretched his spine around his back; he sucked his abs in deep.
He felt like as he was a raft upon a river’s flow.
He felt like he was moving fast, although he didn’t go.
He closed his eyes and mouth, and stretched his shoulder muscles some,
and opened up his mind to the Preserver who must come.

Sri Wele Cebuda is a poet of Indian spirituality.

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Heroic Couplets
          by Acwiles Berude
          “Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy”
              —Alfred Tennyson

The Gates of Troy were really very small,
which indicates they sliced a fortress’ walls,
which would be very hard to penetrate;
no doubt, in the Late Bronze Age they were great.

Made of huge blocks of stone, they towered high,
a tall watch tower, reaching to the sky;
the Northeast Bastion at ten meters height;
indeed would have been back then quite a sight.

But what did they protect besides the court?
—th’ important exports of their seaport fort.
The evidence suggests the Trojans had
a lot to offer for an Iliad.

Acwiles Berude is a poet of Ancient Greece. Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) was an English Victorian poet.

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From Hesiod
          by Esiad L. Werecub

From Hesiod’s nine muses, let us take Calliope,
from Helicon, to journey through the World that we see,
and walk upon rotating Earth, in fair, blue azure skies,
beyond the altar o’ th’ Almighty Son of Father Time,
and wash our bodies in Permessus’ deep-blue liquid suds,
or in the Horse’s Spring from where we came—great Pegasus.

Esiad L Werecub is a poet of Ancient Greece. Hesiod (fl. 700 BC) was an Ancient Greek heroic poet.

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A Member of the Unmanned System Forces of Ukraine
          by Radice Lubewse

He wore his hard-pressed uniform; it was drab olive green.
Black socks and boots with belt completed his armed outfit seen.
He also wore a complementary cap on his head;
but though he knew he was alive, in one sense he felt dead.

He felt like as an unbathed mole about to enter in,
protected, crowded, filthy, dirty trenches once again.
He’d have to focus on the enemy up at his screen,
or else be shot himself. Yes, war was hell. Yes, life was mean.

He faced his monitor in darkness. Here was no fresh air.
He arched his head. He stretched his legs. He sat stiff on his chair.
He lifted up his back and spine, stuck in that underground.
The only hope for freedom was when th’ enemy went down.

Radice Lebewse is a poet of Ukraine. William Tecumseh Sherman (1820-1891) was a noted writer and general in the American Civil War.

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Tiziano Vecellio, Il Divino (Titian)
          by Buceli da Wersa

His personality went everywhere,
from his eyes to his soul in one deep link;
full he was, and overflowing at the brink
with an elan of life and love—pure flair;
and able also to penetrate despair,
those dark places where shadow sits and sinks
into even the way a philosopher thinks
or a pilot drives his plane through the air.
Ah, yes, he flew like a presence—sheer awe—
into and around all of his subjects,
imbuing them with beauty, deep and broad,
importing with power and poetic thought
all the diff’rent faces of his public
and all the diff’rent phases of his God.

Buceli da Werse is a poet of the Italian Renaissance. “Tiziano Vecellio (1488-1576) was a painter of the Italian Renaissance.

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Kafka at the Office
          by Uwe Carl Diebes

He sat up at the desk, and flexed. He was a pesky clerk.
He hadn’t come to lounge around, no, he had come to work.
He sucked in abs and slabs of flab. There was so much to do.
Who knew but he was just the butt of jokes, some muscled dude.
He put his fingers on a keyboard, typing out some notes
somebody somewhere wanted badly. He wasn’t feeling oats.
He rose up when he was called on the telephone to talk,
to take a message, hesitating not. How could he walk?
It was important to proceed. He did not want to shirk
his duties or his present toils, for he had come to work.

Uwe Carl Diebes is a poet of Germany. Franz Kafka (1883-1924) was a German Modernist proset.

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Th’ Exemplar of Brillions
          by Ewald E. Eisbruc

In the Mass in B Minor, although parts were written for principality or ecclesiastical performing arts, for example, the Kyrie and Gloria, Bach added Credo, Hosanna, and more to form a more perfect structure, perhaps intending it more as an awe-inspiring work than as common liturgy. The grandeur of his composition is but one example, among many, of his grand, encyclopedic vision, if there are still those souls who need any; and Bach remains th’ exemplar of brilliance, of Baroque musical types par excellence.

Ewald E. Eisbruc is a poet of German Baroque composition. J. S. Bach (1585-1650) was a german Baroque composer. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “brillions” was a neologism derived from a dream…about one decade ago.

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On to Better Days
          by Usa W. Celebride

In this 250th year of the USA,
this nation of 340 million goes its way.
Which way that is, nobody knows. How could somebody know?
There are too many individuals to make that so.
Each person has life, liberty, pursuing happiness,
and goes about their lives the best they’re able, more or less.

Yet freedom in a land, like this, is hard to comprehend;
where one feels bound, another bounds off to some other end.
And happiness means many things to many people too;
where one is thankful for one’s life, one has another view.
And yet despite all of Time’s changes, the Republic stays,
its people hoping that it will go on to better days.

Usa W. Celebride is a poet who celebrates America.

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Beneath Those Granite Monoliths
          by War di Belecuse

Beneath these granite monoliths we stood
remembering those warriors’ names in stone,
their sacrifices for our nation’s good,
as well as those whose names remain unknown,

those placed around a lesser monument,
the Tomb of the Unknown in Arlington.
Did they then understand what honor meant,
when their names were forgotten, army won?

War di Belecuse is a poet of war.

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One’s Taken In
          by Beau Recs Wilde

In Niagara by Frederick Edwin Church,
immediately one’s taken in to the great
falls. From a remarkably precarious perch,
one’s seized by the enormity of the landscape.
One sees at once the powerful and driving force
of the water rushing forth to accelerate
downward and over the inevitable course
one anticipates. The green and white waters splash
beneath a blue sky with pink clouds. The water pours.
One knows it roars. One can see it all in a flash
as it hurtles headlong, the vastness of its urge
and its necessary and crescendoing verge.

Beau Recs Wilde is a poet of 19th century artistic inclinations. Frederick Edwin Church (1826-1900) was a renowned American Realist painter.

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A Night in Philadelphia
          by Wilbur Dee Case

He came to a place on South 17th Street;
the address was 1-17, and the suite
was 9-10. A big fat hen was cooking
bread, and asking for help. He kept on looking
around. The zip cord was 19-103.
It was all so strange in this big fat city;
He didn’t know anyone here. He had heard
of figures who had once upon a time come here.
Souls like Penn and Franklin, there was no sign of,
they’d gone long ago, with the brotherly love;
so he just tried to find a place he could spend
the night. That was why he had come to this end.
But he didn’t seem to have the right kind of
currency. It seems that he was out of luck.
People no longer used such bills or such change.
New ones had been minted. It was all so strange.
He asked the hen if he could work for lodging
or food; but she was busy, and was dodging
his questions. In a city of so many,
he thought why not go ahead and ask any
way, so that’s why he kept reconnoitering,
still there alone and palely loitering.

Wilbur Dee Case is a poet of the Middle Atlantic states. William Penn (1644-1718) was a noted proset and theologian of the EarlyColonial period, and Ben Franklin (1706-1790) was a noted proset and scientist of the LateColonial American period.

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That Old World
          by Caleb Wuri Seed

That old world of hard farming, of wood stoves,
of horses replaced by automobiles,
of brutal lives marked by difficult loves,
of little color and hardly no frills,
of wells and no electrical lighting,
of little adornment and coarse clothing,
of not much to read, even less writing,
of foul, outhouse smells perfectly loathing.
Yes, those days are gone; they vanished, they fled,
along with all those who tried to make lives
out of brutality. Now they are dead.
Only the memory of all that survives.
Yet there remain occasional flash backs
that remind one of those scenes of past acts.

Caleb Wuri Seed is a poet of farming.

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Young Ramanujan
          by Euclidrew Base

He’d come upon a book—G. S. Carr’s “A Synopsis of
Elementary Results in Pure and Applied Mathematics,”
which contained more than six-thousand theorems and formulas,
some with proofs, but most without. They became his Universe.

Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. G. S. Carr (1837-1914) was a Victorian British mathematician. Srinivasa Ramanujan (1887-1920) was a Modernist Indian mathematician.

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Order in the Universe
          by Erisbawdle Cue

Either there’s order in the universe
or there is not. If there is none, then this
cannot, under any circumstances,
make any sense whatsoever. If it does,
then there must be some order somewhere: here.
Peirce’s thesis, on this, hence is/was near.

Erisbawdle Cue is a poet of philosophy. Charles Sanders Peirce (1839-1914) was an American Pragmatic philosopher.