The Hand of Nature

The cold, transparent, frozen, hand of Winter
with its heavy, shivering, fingers
and sharp yet fragile claws,
touches all it can see,
covering three season’s worth of nature
with its web of glass,
and the haunting words it uses
confirms its work has been done.

Spring’s hand gently yet forcefully
pushes Winter aside
with its leafy green, smooth, steady fingers,
and removes all of Winter’s trace
with a few brief touches
that have been rehearsed for so long,
concluding with a lovely melody
that it sings quietly with perfect rhythm.

Summer’s decorated, dextrous, talented hand
joyfully arrives,
waving goodbye to spring,
while at the same time
summoning the rest of the animal kingdom,
who are attracted,
by the infinite shades of yellow,
and the hypnotically enchanting
wordless song sung with such happiness.

Autumn’s hand gives a quiet signal
to the ever rejoicing Summer,
before the ever different creatures
are warned
by the warm, comforting, auburn
cloak more than hand,
through repeated murmers,
that those heavy, shivering fingers
are not far away.

My blog Alexraphael.wordpress is a mixture of entertainment references, exhibition reviews, photography and my own creative works. You can find more about my two books The Summer of Madness and Illusions, Delusions here

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Tear-Filled Sky

sky filled with moisture
hangs low on the horizon
waiting an excuse
to come pelting to the ground
abiding now God’s timing

My name is Michael Williams, and I post as Boardflak at http://thepeacefulpub.com/ where I am one of a group of poets. I became a quadriplegic at the end of June 2015. I have continued my writing using voice recognition software.

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Selling the Goods

propped up
shiny, enticing
new and improved

repackaged
hiding the diminished
an offering of a breakthrough

same old commercial
recycling an old love
not a guarantee it’s better…

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Some Blank Verse, In Which I Indirectly State That The Sunlight Fills The Room

Th’eternal throes of Uriel fly – flame –
‘cross the deep ‘n cold expanse, blackened void
beyond the fence that’s facing – tinted blue –
and crest the vap’rous wisps that wend, awash
amongst our wavy sky, its riv’ring stream
of currents pierced by risen beams of gold
a-gath’ring breadth abreast a bright’ning morn.
Now mourned’s the passing peace of night, its flight
flown with the scorching licks of star-fire at
its torn ‘n frayed heels: “Haste! Away!” the
dread, dire solar disc demands, its killing
claim to consume this oh so brazen rock,
colonised by em’rald life, its reaching
shoots grasping for the furnace – font of heat.
Now slowed’s the ancient agony, the star’s
screams to the indifference of chaos,
reaching, as it is, the pane of moulded
ash ‘n quartz that’s ‘glyphed in abstract symbols,
tearing colour from the vital fluid.
White’s the weary echo th’grants me vision.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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Stay

I want
you
to stay.

Please.

Don’t leave
me
with those
skinny
reckless
young boys
trying to catch
grapes
in their mouths.

Stay
with me.

Please.

They don’t know
how
to be men
yet.
And that
is what
I really
need.

Please.

Don’t
leave me.

I need
the man
who holds
the door for me.

The man
who notices
and helps me
without a word.

The man
who said,
“If you need me,
let me know.”

I need you.

Right now.

Please.
Don’t
go.

Read my mind.
Cause I
can’t
say those words
(the ones
I really mean)
with her
so near.

Please.
Stay with me.
I
don’t
want
to
be
alone.

My name is Jai Lynn,  Jai like blue jay and Lynn which rhymes with sin. Speaking of sins, life is too short to not do what you’re passionate about. So, I am going to write. To read my other work, check out my blog https://jailynn.com

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Enchanted

Eyes on you,
Then back to the paper,
 Eyes on you again,
Back to the paper again,
My hand pretending to sketch
What im seeing,
Yet is scribbling little poems
I’ll read to you
In another world

When you’re mine.

I’m Midnightskypoet/#Leon! . I love to write under a pen name because it feels nice to be visibly invisible.
Apart from writing,  I love music,stars,tea and soulmates.
Thank you!
WordPress; MidnightSkyPoet

Instagram; leoninksmitten

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To Reach Through Glass ‘N Time

I

Corinth’yun pillars parse.
The Bath-stone, piled ‘n placed, entombs.
Engraved reliefs entice – set-sails
‘gainst castle walls.

Arch o’er entry hollows holding
quartz ‘n ash reflecting flitting
momentary, time-trapped instances
of starlit being.

Flock –
wings abreast a covered sky.
The pane that stands between millennia.

II

In dark interior its shelved,
a scattered scene of lives cohered
about it, th’little bundle – bound –
of twine – entwined.

A ball, now thrown now still
now caught above the Ra-
resplendent sand; the shadows
of the children hieroglyph
across a temple wall.

III

I’d place my palm
on yours if I could reach
through glass ‘n time.

IV

I’d hold your hand.
If e’er I shall,
you felt it.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com