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Roman Inspiration (I)- Poetry on X

Dear Readers,

A few days ago, as a small token of appreciation for the support my followers on X have always given me, I posted on X a picture that I took in Rome, Italy. I invited my followers to leave a poem under the picture. I am deeply grateful to those who did so. It will be impossible to share with you all poems I received in one single post. This is the first post I made. I called it Roman Inspiration (I). More will follow.

The photo that I took and inspired them is the featured photo of this post.

Camellia @20_camellia

I lived,
A courtesan in the leftovers of Rome
When the sun was weak
And the moon was shy…
I fell in love with Constantine,
I watched betrayal burn
As I hid behind columns,
In white lines of history…
Love was truth
But truth was blind…

Clary Logan @WanderingClary

soaring arches
grand designs
thumbprint of man from ages past
awe… yes
wonder… no
not the way quiet birdsong calls me home
where footprints of men are scarce

Tom Blend @tblend3

Mommas family bleed
Red Roma tomatoes
Learned to eat scungilli
Octopus, lambs brains (only once)
Northern Italian fields
Drank wine from a big jug

Photo my Grandmother with friends in Italy somewhere.

Tracey Anne @Tre_Ce24

Romance in Rome

Fiery love affair flames of our souls
take no notice of the stories foretell
hazy mist of Tyrrhenian sea
fanned inland by midsummer breeze
blazing southern sun
sizzles on my snow-kissed skin
heaven is in your arms

Iamwritingoffline @AudreySemprun

She was an ancient ruin
Much like Rome
Barren and broken down
Waiting to be ….
Restored
The poetry of the ages speaks to her in the rhythm of the blues and hollow structures begin to mold and to build all around her

Arjun @ArjunBhuv

Under the deep ruins and heaps of stones
Dance those holy spirits and ghosts
Glistening in its history of glory and curse
Grandeur and beauty of the land of love
Cradle of arts, music and great minds
City of Gods and fountains and walls
Holds countless stories of rise and fall

In a few days Literary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku. Thank you for your patience.

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Sunday Feature – The Poetry of John Grey

Hello everyone, we are pleased to bring you the poetry of John Grey. I hope you enjoy it.

BIO

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Seventh Quarry, La Presa and Doubly Mad.

MAINE SEAPORT AT NIGHT

The sea is calm and dark.
Tide comes in
like a roll-top desk closing.

On both sides of the pier,
boats bob in place.

The bar is loud,
as rocking and rollicking
as a storm at sea.

The dock smells of fish
which, in a seaport,
is no smell at all.

THE NUMBERS

The numbers!
They do…they do lie.
Take 3 for example.
It wouldn’t know the truth
if it was the remainder
when divided by 7.
So screw you, 31.
And go back where you came from, 19.
If I could only get my hands on 2,
I’d squeeze the thing so hard
it would break up into 5 and 9.
And do 5 plus 9 make 2?
They would
if they could get away with it.

Literary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku soon. Thank you for your patience.

Please do not forget to check out our latest publication, three times Amazon Top Release Echoes Lost in Stars by PS Conway. Link: https://www.amazon.com/Echoes-Lost-Stars-Poems-Conway/dp/B0CWYP98V6

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Poetry by Melissa Lemay

Literary Revelations is thrilled to feature the poetry of Melissa Lemay. Melissa, we apologize for the wait and we thank you for your patience.

BIO

Melissa Lemay is a stay-at-home mother from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. She never graduated college. She has lived an interesting life and her experiences shape her writing (some might call it an obsession). She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, being a mother, and many other things. Additionally, she enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and cats–petting them, not drinking them. Find her at https://melissalemay.wordpress.com

A basking shark did shed a tear

I thought I saw God behind –
as I was drowning in the sea –
milking ocean brine
for Heaven’s vagary.

And so I called to Him –
He didn’t seem to hear.
Still as I swam,
a basking shark did shed a tear –

for the world thought him to be
quite a spectacular scare.
He slowly swam to me
and held me out his Hand.

I obliged rather gratefully
for lack of sight of land.
On his broad back he placed me,
and delightfully we swam.

Then I saw a book floating,
tossing in the water.
Baffled in our boating,
I thought gather it – I ought to.

Onward we rode the current,
over the sea anemones,
my basking shark and me.
And then I learned to read.

Begonias

I dreamt you slid your fingertips awash
All down my spine and let them linger at
Its base. You pressed your fingers into flesh.
My legs, their muscles tense, became guitar

Strings that you played in notes that God had never
Heard; climaxing gently in soft refrain.
Your hands they turned to water and they stripped
Blank petals from my flowers—tulips, roses

And begonias went splashing on their way.
Dreams timeless carried on until I woke,
Not sure of place, and dreams forgotten, yet
I felt that you had been inside and played

Upon my heart and in my mind, the one
And only light all tossed about at sea.
Next time I’ll leave a light on and perhaps
Catch sight of you as on my frets you play.

I dreamt strings that you played and begonias
Went splashing on my heart and in my mind.

Literary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku soon. Thank you for your patience.

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in moonlight- a poem from PS Conway’s book Echoes Lost in Stars

Dear All,

Echoes lost in Stars was releases by Literary Revelations on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s a fabulous poetry collection that made three times #1 Amazon Top Release. You can get it here.

in moonlight by PS Conway

the Book of the Dead

recalls you in moonlight

silver bones

flesh of gold

hair like lapis lazuli

high upon the desert sands

with starshine your sacred scrim

the whimsy of the night wind

tugging gently on your raiment

its sequined scarab caress

lost in a shadowed codex

as with memory, treasure rusts

and i am left … longing

Literary Revelations will update you on our next publication Petals of Haiku soon. Thank you for your patience.

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A poem to a painting -Japanese White Eye – Gabriela Marie Milton & Hikari

Dear all,

Have a great Sunday and a wonderful week ahead. Two weeks ago I created a video for Echoes Lost in Stars by PS Conway. Our beloved Japanese painter Hikari watched the video and was inspired by one of the images I used. She painted for me a superb piece that she entitled “Japanese White Eye.” I am beyond grateful to her for her love, generosity, and talent. I am deeply humbled by her gesture. So I wrote a poem for her entitled Japanese White Eye.

I hope you enjoy the painting and the poem.

Japanese White Eye by Hikari

To Hikari – Japanese White Eye – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

An angel placed a fan in your soft hands
The sighs of clouds poured talent in your soul
Beneath your pale and weightless fingers
Your paintings dream the sweetness of Sakura
The stillness of washitsu (和室) in the daylight
Still lingers on your face and on your dress.
Show me the hill on which spring beauties cry
and take me to the silence of the Japanese White Eye.

Please stay tuned for more news on our upcoming publication Petals of Haiku: An Anthology.

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i dreamed a meadow into being – a reading from PS Conway’s Echoes Lost in Stars

Dear All,

It is my pleasure to bring you a reading from PS Conway’s Echoes Lost in Stars – a very beautiful poetry collection.

i dreamed a meadow into being

i dreamed a meadow into being
a quiet place of hushed pastels
an endless Eden
of humming bees
and faerie trees
where the sun’s puft breeze
sibilates the grace of such intention

i dreamed a meadow into being
absent all the scars of man
cities of wildflowers
towering over grasses
and songbirds pass
the days away under the hazy glaze
of Lugh’s gaze midst misty fogs of morning

Please stay tuned for more news on our upcoming publication Petals of Haiku: An Anthology.

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Flash Fiction by David Sydney

Bio

David Sydney is a physician. He has had pieces in Little Old Lady Comedy, 101 Words, Microfiction Monday, 50 Give or Take, Friday Flash Fiction, Entropy Squared, Grey Sparrow Journal, Bright Flash Literary Review, Disturb the Universe, Pocket Fiction, R U Joking, and Rue Scribe.

ICU Discussion

“You think there’s a chance for Mel?” asked Freda.

Dr. Fromberg mentioned there was always a chance. Mel, sedate in Intensive Care, couldn’t hear a thing.

“He’s not eating, of course. So, we’re feeding him by tube,” explained Dr. Fromberg.

They were in an unoccupied room near Mel’s. Freda said she was surprised to hear about his condition.

“He must’ve been sick for at least a year,” explained the physician.

“Maybe.” She seemed unaware. “Say, how did my name end up as the person to notify in the record?”

“Aren’t you his wife?”

“Was.”

She hadn’t seen Mel in the past eight months – not him nor the money he owed, as she put it.

“Eight months, huh?”

“The payments go back before that.”

The doctor repeated that Mel had a chance to pull through.

“A chance?” Freda was puzzled.

“Small, I admit.”

“I don’t think so,” frowned Freda. “Not now, if Mel can stop paying for good.”

A poem for a photo: Gabriela Marie Milton & Naoki Kimura

Dear All,

I would be thrilled if you could read the poem that I wrote looking at a photo taken by the award-winning Japanese photographer Naoki Kimura. I am Gabriela Marie Milton, the editor of this journal. You can read more of my work on my personal website https://shortprose.blog/ and you can learn more about Naoki Kimura here: https://literaryrevelations.com/2023/12/04/an-interview-with-naoki-kimura-a-fabulous-japanese-artist/.

Soon, we will bring you more news about Naoki’s fabulous work and achievements.

The photo:

The Door – A Poem for a Photo – By Gabriela Marie Milton

outside the door the consciousness of man not yet awaken
uninterrupted thirst for black and white
a soporific language touches your left arm
from nothingness we’re born right here
to grow in black and white our azaleas
and then to leave for other continents

behind the door
the virgin space between the numbers 1 and 2 is quiet
the paradise of our non-existent days shines in your eyes
and in the Northern City called Taipei we are two dolls
like two creations interrupted
by black and white and shadows on the floor

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Poems by Ken Goodman

Bio

Ken Goodman’s poetry was published in various journals. His life purpose can be stated as follows:

“When ecstatic meditation blends with poetry creation,
deLightning strikes to point to understanding wordlessly—
thus the joyous challenge to express linguistically.”

Ken (from Cleveland) began writing poems soon after he was granted an opportunity to stand alone in Emily Dickinson’s bedroom. It was there (in a blissful daze) that these lines were hastily scribbled:

You who

breathe in my Address,

eyeing my white writing dress—

beat-beat of your heart is Loud

but I may make your skin a Shroud

for stepping sole in my bedroom &

gazing out my Glass—

I could harden your heart to Tomb,

and can do it fast.

Lots of folks fall in love with me

now that I’m safely dead—

what makes you think I would have let

you backslide in my bed?

Writing poetry was my

Luminous Innerwear,

no suitor in some bodysuit can

possibly compare.

Leave

it to me

to feel…doubt…

moments after you—

Walk Out!

in the equipoise

No way to wander away

from self-meditative glow:

home sweet home where path/arrival has no

where to go : mating unseen & beholding in

the equipoise—

where secret mantra silence inner-hears

noise or no noise,

unconfused by senseshell-relative centrality:

experienced directly clear

through all diversity…

all at once (never elsewhere) I AM identity:

in the equipoise of [your] egoless deity,

immune to post & pre : blissful wisdom

letting thoughts calm voluntarily, witnessing

lifetimelessness where eyes can’t look to see:

in the equipoise of dawn-fresh & horizon-free:

GodLove kicking lazy out of AH effortlessly—

in the equipoise of mindcloud/GodSky centrally;

in the equipoise of wisdom-eye unliddedly;

in the equipoise of Constant mating Presently:

in the equipoise of I AM

no known name can be.

color one

If GodFace has a color

it’s where atoms are empty . . .

self-recognized where I AM is

one color : clarity,

unstained linguistically,

atom-empty field

Garden E stability,

secret mantra access

inner-hearing silently,

color one embracing

GodSky/mindcloud(s)

centrally : each one

intimately,

deLight absolutely dry

as sunshine undersea.

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Poetry by Dominik Slusarczyk

Dear Readers,

Literary Revelations will publish an update about our upcoming anthology Petals of Haiku soon. Until then we hope you enjoy our new feature.

Bio

Dominik Slusarczyk is an artist who makes everything from music to painting. He was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. His poetry has been published in various literary magazines including Fresh Words and Berlin Lit. His poetry was long listed in the VOLE Books Summer Competition 2023 and was a finalist in the Flying South Contest 2023.

The Weather

Deceive me.
I will dream
And not know me.

Stoat and fair is the lowly hare.

History repeats itself occasionally but it means no harm let it be.

Surrender.
We surround the heather
And control the weather.

Piercing Ears

Drive all night
While I read you short stories
From this little book
With big adventures in.

Please do not forget to check out our latest pulication, three times Amazon Top Release Echoes Lost in Stars by PS Conway. Link: https://www.amazon.com/Echoes-Lost-Stars-Poems-Conway/dp/B0CWYP98V6

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