Gabriela Marie Milton – Three Times #1 Amazon Bestselling Poet, Pushcart Nominee, Publisher
trees whisper, cries of cloudy skies
inaudible, unseen,
you, Astraea,
you push me on a long-forgotten trail
the ocean, poisoned, green, unsettled
warm tongues, ecstasies of memories un-lived
defiled the innocence of maiden-stars
tears, corridors of sand
you, universe that dreamt us all
the pain of suffocated myths that die
kisses, floating sanctuaries
Astraea,
you who don’t know desire
burn the nihilism of flesh
the plight
of souls sold for two pennies in slave markets
inside the lonely poetry of night
published in Indian Periodical on January 23, 2019
@Gabriela Marie Milton
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emotions leave the wombs of souls
inebriation
nakedness of pearls forgotten on the shore
inside the warmth of the unknown
the mystery of you is locked
somebody’s wearing yellow, sign of death
doors close
the ocean’s mortuary room
your hands stretch all the waves toward the North
my ankles stuck in sand
hibiscuses bloom in the bed
delusion
a cat is running outdoors
over the world
the breath of love and death
a verse from you
and then
Pompeian red
@Gabriela Marie Milton
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My poem “the hour of sunsets” featured in Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen
frontiers of my being
the hour of sunsets has come
with bare hands I drown you in the coldest seas
red lilies burn…
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@Gabriela Marie Milton
My Dear Readers,
Together with other wonderful writers, I was nominated “Author of the Month” at Spillwords Press. You do not need a Spillwords account to vote. You can vote with your FB, Twitter and probably with your WP account too.
My most sincere thanks to all of you who vote Gabriela M.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
Kevin Morris was born in the city of Liverpool on 6th January 1969. Having attended The Royal School for the Blind and St. Vincent’s School for the Blind in Liverpool, Kevin went on to read History and Politics at the University College of Swansea.
Having graduated with a BA (Joint Honours), and an MA in Political Theory, Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works.
Being visually impaired, Kevin uses a screen reading software called Job Access with Speech (JAWS) which converts text into speech and braille, enabling him to use a Windows laptop.
Much of Kevin’s poetry is written in his home, which overlooks a historic park in Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace, a suburb of Greater London.
Please read three of Kevin’s poems:
Time
The reaper moves
In time with the pendulum.
No rush
Or fuss;
He has plenty of time.
My patient friend
Whose tick portends
My inevitable end.
You rest in state
On my bookcase.
Tick tock.
I cannot stop
Time’s scythe.
None can survive
His cut.
Though in a cupboard my clock be shut,
Death cannot be put
Aside.
The sickle chops
And the heart will, one day, stop.
The Picture
The picture stands out against the white
Of my living room wall.
A few birds still call.
A fascination with sunlight
Which, as I watch, slowly dies away.
The night
Takes the day
And the picture we see
Is lost in obscurity;
Although, we hope that this light
We borrow
Will be seen on the morrow,
But this we cannot know.
What Is a Double Bed?
What is a double bed?
A place where the dread
Of what comes after this brief life
Is momentarily lost
In the arms of mistress or wife.
What is a double bed?
A place where the lone head
Sleeps
And sometimes weeps.
What is a double bed?
A place of joy and pain,
Where we return again and again,
Until we are slain
By the final sleep.
The above poems can be found in The Selected Poems of K Morris, published in August 2019.
The book is available in paperback and Kindle formats and can be found here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (Kindle edition).
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1688049800/ (paperback edition).
@Gabriela Marie Milton
poems wrote in other lives
line up like soldiers
ready for the battle
against the Hellenistic decadence
creeping in my laughter
…..
there are no stars to help
the moon dwells in your silence
coolness of gray walls in summer nights
…..
you think you’ve ever loved?
i’m coming after you
fragment from the poem I’m coming after you
@Gabriela Marie Milton
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My poem “syllogism of lust” published by Spillwords Press
I follow you onto old streets
hermetic sealers, principles of dark
alchemy, the name of you and me
windows of the courtesans from Syracuse
on which some neophytes….
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