ubterranean Blue Poetry "for those subterranean blues"
The Cover Art/Photo:
"The Sun King: sunflower island"
by Rebecca Anne Banks
". . . sunshine and some sad afternoon"
The Sun King
and lions
the rain
in love
in war
comrades at arms
the Marvello
all the cat hair in Phoenix
Paris before the war
sky blue, warm yellow and verdant green
they looked so happy
in the arcade
sweet Passover wine
my friend, my friend, i
("your breasts are fluttering birds")
a series of days
a certain rhythm
broken
of days
(shadows of a broken heart)
1,000 white plates pile up the wall
haphazard, one on top of another
the weight
defies gravity
the weight
of walls
the box caravan
blue Winston's
smokin'
love god of the Mycenae
blue Ronnie
a dearheart #
so sad the Argensia
(i kiss your lips sweetly)
it's a false face society
a good and honest day hospital
shiasta melancholia
(red lilies in my underwear)
a series of 1,000's of days
of darkness
morning to evening
evening to morning
at the monasterium
we dress in robes
no one talks
we leave written messages
in mailboxes
to move through silence
silent days
move through seasons
years
anxious we awake
in Spring
to see who has survived the winter
next and next
rain falling and falling
my eyes
the gift of 1,000 years
of the colour blue
the colour of the sky
(in silence
alone
in a shoebox
we do healing prayers
through the walls
by season
the blue season
"where angels fear to tread
trouble follows"
under the hot Italian sun)
(i run my hands over all of him)
oberkind boulevard
the way the day is still
ancient rites of Susskind
o' Chicago
(you enter me like rain)
(and so Major Barbara
the munitions factory
so clean and white
the naked bodies
on the finely manicured lawn)
and pearly aces
o' the lily white hands
pray
bah Delilah
cock fight
the blue hen
the blue cock
fight
and sunny side eggs with buttered toast for dinner
end game
mouse trap
the game of sorry
aurora borealis
and a word from our sponsor
winter weed
soldiers we march the carousel
sink
sink into Mai Tai's
another Summer
another day
another night
capture the sun
how bright the morning
in my eyes
you think you can hold onto
the flower
through your hands
time,
through your hands
the night, the galaxies inside
go dark
burn your soul
close
how dark the time alone
quiet murmurs
from the kettle
how bright the day
in shadows"
Subterranean Blue Poetry Presents!
The New Age Renaissance Republic White Flag Manifesto
"we surrender . . . now give us what we want"
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
- from The New Colossus (inscribed on the Statue of Liberty) by Emma Lazarus
We the people of Subterranean Blue Poetry announce . . . we are the democracy of poetry,
a true meritocracy for the best reads of the New Age Renaissance Republic. That whosoever enter these walls shall
be forever celebrated. Give us your poor, your downtrodden, those of heavy hearts, your brilliant Poets and Artists
and we shall publish them.
The New Age Renaissance Republique Creation Policy: It is the intent of this Poetry Editor/Artist that all content of
Subterranean Blue Poetry and its publications, is based solely in artistic license. The new original offerings, with
new original words, new original syntax, new original language usage are new original creations in Art Nouveau with
no intent or purpose past the freedom of creative license, in the Spirit of the New Age.
Subterranean Blue Poetry is a New Age Internet Poetry and Art Publishing Café. We are
currently accepting New Age Poetry and Art @ Submissions. Please
send me your Books of Poetry and I will write a Book Review. We thrive on new original word synergies. All Poets and their poetry are
welcome and we are especially looking for homegrown Poets from the Canadian/American Indian Community,
Quebec, small town Canada, International Poets and anyone who was ever considered "the other”.
New Age Art offerings are for the masthead of each issue.
We pay Poets and Artists $10 per poem, $20 per Article of Poetic Interest, and $20 per
Masthead Art/Photo. Renumeration is paid in the month of publication. In an Online Arts Economy it is important
that Poets/Artists are paid for their time, work and talent. It is also important that the Poetry Editor is
paid as well and we are introducing a small Reading Fee of $1 per Poem up to 5 Poems per Poetry Submission.
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