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GYUKICS GABOR
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(in memoriam Ira Cohen)
say farewell to all the previous notions walk among sleeping crocodiles towards the center of colors not withstanding to the magnetism of mysteries below the crowds of nothing under the skies of unnamed entities along the chords of the infinite circle with silent lips with goggled eyes with storming calmness inside your skull your defenseless cells lead your invisible steps across the forbidden zone yellow fog feeds your leftover body
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MICHAEL DAVID COFFEY
Quiet Early One Morning
Quiet early one morning the dust of time Caught between earth and heaven In a breath of golden thoughts Betwixt the moon and sun in burning dreams Fire and fortune mixed in a moment Here I paused frozen in a frame of time Quiet in the early days dreaming of passion Of lust and life and moments in a heavenly place Sheets and flesh and crescendos Screeching violins and trombones Blasting my senses in the vibrant play And on into living and laughing Playing the night and meeting the dawn Booze and Beatles, braving the darkness Dancing and dreaming Caught in the dusky incensed room Quiet on the shore, cold sand And whispering waters, creeping up Kissing the gray dawn's luster The sun breaking the dream To reveal a hope, a wish, a future Quiet broken by the day's blustery entrance Traffic and travel Jetstreams and gulfstreams Living the jetset way Among five star hotels and far-flung islands The drowning, the dull throb Of endless weary replays Lost in the game of meaningless scenes Replayed, revised, revisited Lies and promises made, to be broken To return again to the quiet times, the wishing for A walk on a silent moon sung promenade Of virgin sand and dewy kisses A place of peace and honest fellowship Quiet early one morning ... again
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The Road to Lake Logan
Like a road to yesterday Highway 29 ripples northwards Past primitive timbers, Long flounces of Queen Anne's lace, And seemingly unending sourwood stands. The two travelers, lost in contemplative reflections, Anticipate their return to the lake, Its unforgettable allure a beckon To those long caught in assembly lines or automation. An array of memories offers a network of choices, There awaits a maygarden of delights, A testimonial to the meadowland of hope-- Built on the architecture of conscientious pursuits.
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