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Living in Color 
    Inspired by Adrian Cox’, “Experiment”

Life is a colorful mural of culture...
Many embracing vividly swirling emotions,
Laughing loudly with youthful yellows,
Loving deeply in passionate hot pink.

Yet some- deciding to obscure their beautiful brushstrokes,
Locking away despairing blues and painful reds.
Oftentimes every vibrant hue fades gradually to lifeless grey,
Concealed under blank canvas sheets and spiritless smiles.

But the choice forever lingers above us--
Of pulling back the cover,
Experimenting with paints once again.
A different painting, a new story,

One of strength and living in color. 

     ~Jaansi Parsa

My Old Kentucky Home   by Scott Guelcher   ArtPoems 2020
Ode To Ned   by Barbara Mulford   ArtPoems 2020
Experiment   by Adrian Cox   ArtPoems 2020
Waterfall in Paradise   by Susan Grunin   ArtPoems 2020
Time for Change   by Kenneth A. Vinton   ArtPoems 2020
From Ned I tied this boat up
    Inspired by Barbara Mulford's, "Ode To Ned"

I tied this boat up here, the one with the faded blue hull aged and worn.
Careful with the knot,  
the one I taught you;
the loops connect
like a figure eight or
the chambers of a heart.

The boat's older, yes, and sometimes the seat creaks and the oarlocks, too.

But they still work, you know,
ready to go in whatever
direction you choose:
down, upstream or way out into open water,

Or to dawdle along the water lilies, 
their white blooms like kisses open, ready.
Don't forget the tendrils, though, that trail 
below the water, how they want to grab, wind 'round the oars.
Remember how that happened 
the first time you rowed alone?
'Course you do, but now your arms longer,
back taller, and...

that other memory's there:
the thrill of the push pull, push pull 
through the lake's liquid embrace.

You can do this yourself now,
anytime you want to leave the land, 
its confines.

And I promise, 
I’m with you,
while you row never alone.  

     ~ Chris Godwin

Kentucky Home
    Inspired by Scott Guelcher’s, “My Old Kentucky Home”

O, dreams, full of ourselves
    We turned the sod over
        Stirred the soup

Wagons brought lumber, food stuffs and tools
    Eyes full of sunlight, tongues tonguing song
        How mellow the mountain, long the road

But, the story shades day into night
    Flu rode the horses, blew out the coals
        Fevered faces, garbled song

Kentucky, O Kentucky, you tried me good
    The graves of father, mother and son
        Atop the knoll, crosses I stood

O, Kentucky Home, rainbows and ridges
    Weeping in dream, gold-plated memories, only
        Sleep can redeem.

     ~Gary McLouth
LIFE’S JOURNEY
    Inspiration for Susan Grunin’s, “Life’s Journey in Nature”

Each year
the journey grows longer
to the young girl of yesterday

who danced in the streets to
Martha & the Vandellas

swapped Jersey for The City
and boyfriends like outfits.


Each year
the journey grows shorter
to the old lady of tomorrow


her color washed away
her breath left on windows

existing on TV’s prime time
and stack table dinners


Each year
the journey grows easier
for the wise woman of today

who embraces the more
widens circles and horizons

sprinkles her now with a
bit of Rap and less Motown.

         ~ Marilyn Mecca

Plastic People In The Digital Matrix
    Inspiration for Kenneth A. Vinton’s, “Time For Change”


Smart people attached to dumb phones
Turned into clones
With their Necks beginning to slope 

Eyes begin to widen closed
Plastic inserted in the butt, lips and nose
Watched by military satellites & drones

The Information Age recorded by microphones
Narcissistic selfie shot-
Looked back into the screen and turned into to a pillar of stone

The Self centered materialist is depressed, broken & alone
Everything that was natural is now GMO
Fluoridated & microchipped and didn’t even know

Chemicals and food produced by Monsanto-
Bayer terminator seeds that won’t regrow
Tortured animals pumped full of antibiotics & hormones

Hell is on earth it’s not down below
The serpents all seeing eye-lurks in the shadow
A demonic syringe injecting all the cattle

The disease has gone viral
Mankind in a spiral
Vaccinated with formaldehyde, swine DNA and metals

Silicone zombies in a computerized globe

     ~ Edwin Moses