SCRIBBLE POETS
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Mariellen  GALLAHER

MYSTIC,  MUSICIAN, MODERATOR, WORDLOVER, FRIEND

drinking beer family Haiku:  April Mass Solitude Time Voices

During mass  Every household harbors ghosts Master of deception, time Mill district rainy afternoon Quiet peace reigns unseen but singing Voices outside, TV clamor

Peter GALLAHER
COLUMNIST,  SAVANT, WORDLOVER

Atop the Hill of Slane I Dream of Empty Streets Mr. Eliot was right My Gods, My Gods Postulating in the Empty Desert St. Joseph's  Church When God looks down

"Why hello boys. Nice to see you. Come in, come in. His eyes were brown. I remember them I dream of empty streets in the early morning If I remember it correctly Silent place of echoes, The world will not end in fire When God looks down on battle he sees neither friend nor foe

Marion GREENE
E-MAIL, WORDLOVERS

Inherited Ghosts

We are a nation of inherited ghosts

Neil HAWKES

I am Life Perhaps With Respect

All comes of life Perhaps the world The first step of love

TINA HELMERDING
E-MAIL/WORDLOVERS/WEBMASTER

Grace Just Making Hay The World No One Knows

Bright eyes staring vacantly into  Bright girl she is, Here comes spring,

 

C. DAVID HOIT
E-MAIL/WORDLOVERS/PRINTER/EDITOR/REPORTER/PUBLISHER/PHOTOGRAPHER/
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF'THE EAGLE'/ACTOR/
 

Brief Joy The Invitation

Oh joy, the hummingbirds The message was clear

Arthur ISAACSON

Reprieve

Old, discarded and forgotten, dusty

Tristan JAKOB-HOFF
E-MAIL/WORDLOVERS/DENIZEN OF THE ISLE/WEBMASTER/

Bob KING
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/SCRIBBLE III

Farewell to mother Hope Millennium Pathways Pretend Rainbow Shangri-La  Sorrows Soul of man Sparrow The City Unsung

A sad and lonely boy listens A whispered song upon the air I sit in the garden and watch them In the hills along the border Let the drums beat slowly Once upon a time of fear Step lightly on your gentle way The limousine pulls to the kerb The soul of man cries out in pain What is this feeling that lies within Why is life so much a pretence?

Eddie KYLE
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/RETROSPECTIVE/SCRIBBLE III

Erika Maria LACEY
E-MAIL/EDITOR OF _HARBINGER_MAGAZINE

A LEE-NATE
BBS, E-MAIL

Heather LENNOX
SCRIBBLER, WORDLOVER

Deceit Fantasy The Economical Carnivore

Lies, lies, sweet little lies. Starbright starlight I am the most economical carnivore

lith0s
E-MAIL

Rhythm seduction of humbleness: yELLOWBRICK  iNSTITUTION

candles reflect the mood rain sheets clothe the bare trees The pulse of a heart in thundering ears

Duane LOCKE
DOCTOR OF PHILOSOPHY, RENAISSANCE LITERATURE, PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF HUMANITIES, POET IN RESITENCE UNIVERSITY OF TAMPA, Published in American Poetry Review, Nation, Literary Quarterly, Black Moon, and Bitter Oleander, author of 14 books of poems, his latest being  WATCHING WISTERIA
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