manchester-Lois E. Linkens

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there is a perpetual silence
that ring will out
in the final ignition
of the fires of hell.
and oh,
my human heart longs
to make you
take assurance
that your homemade, homespun cowardice
and dining-table death machine
will not create the heat
that you desire;
that fire belongs to the night
and yours will now be infinite.
my hating, human heart
wants to hope
that the service given you
by the last of your life
would be worth the tears;
it aches to hope
that a godless expanse
would be all that would welcome
the last fragments of your soul.
but who am i,
who am i to condemn
when the mind of the devoted
runs so wild and afraid?
can my belief and my doctrine
so outweigh the sacrifice and solitude
of the sacred pages –
i am helpless to comfort,
helpless to confront.
screaming down an empty…

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candy bar crime-Lois E. Linkens

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and she thought,
one day soon,
this will all be a memory.

these streets will turn to ash,
the sky above turn black.
the ocean will rise to the sky,
and the mountains will fall to the earth,

the ground beneath us split and splinter,

helplessly

one day soon, all we know will be gone.

so my answer is yes – i will have that chocolate bar.

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elixir eyes-Lois E. Linkens

she was snowdrops in the midst of summer;

unexpected, meant for another.

i liked to wrap myself inside her.

 

comely couples, dulcet tones:

who’s talking now? god knows.

 

she was my panacea

panted, see her – in my pandemonium,

she was quoniam.

she was the talisman

to the haggard man who breathed her in.

 

she was ebullience, magnificence –

she loved me, once.

she loved with her elixir eyes,

my evanescent prize.

 

she was lavender and boiling water,

milk and coffee sunsets

over a steamy city,

where the highway blinks in red and yellow,

high-road fireflies

buzzed in her elixir eyes.

 

ineffable, she bubbled like champagne in the foyer,

in white-gloved hands,

on silver trays.

 

she was patent leather over marble floors,

red cheeks and chapped lips,

water and wine.

 

she was fine,

a pearl for a pauper,

a mother for an orphan daughter.

 

her mind walked a craggy road,

but my boots were in the cobblers.


[Lois describes herself as a “confused english student,” though one quickly finds a polished, charming poet in her work. She has an elegant style that compliments her keen insight and whimsical sensibilities. It is a pleasure to present her work, and we ask you to take a second to look at more of her wonderful work.]

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the death of normality on a friday afternoon-Lois E. Linkens

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Unknown portraits of women crying in the 19th century.

the friday silence
was enough to make
the bending of the grass
in the afternoon
stillness
a symphonic screech,
the creak
of a thousand floorboards
the scratch
of a thousand bows
against a thousand violins.
she took a paper bag
and held it.
an arcane wind
blew from the south,
a thousand winters
whipped
into a whirlwind,
to shake the starlings
from their dance.

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black sky-Lois E. Linkens

lois e. linkens

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meet me on the rooftops at midnight,
when the birds snooze
and the drunks stagger down below.
walk up to the sky with me,
to the blackness
that doesn’t care
and cannot touch you.
i’ll sit and write though no words come –
when you are there.
when you sit under the clouds with me,
just blank words fall,
all of my creation lost in the world of you.
tread my troubled track
after me,
trace those tracks i’ve tripped into the ground
and know that they won’t bounce back.
wait a while –
wait on the top step,
remember that this place is my flight-path to freedom
and my getaway garden.
put your records in my head
but i won’t hear them,
i haven’t the will to bear that burden.
put your paws against my pain
but you won’t feel,
so let me write and reveal.

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