ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VII Issue VI


The Cover Art/Photo:

"Am I Calling You?"

by Ojo Taiye

"the black cat

in the evening


sits . . ."

the backyard empty

with the cold

i watch

the long thin cats

come and go

. . . it's the last day before Kingdom Come

the women of the day collective

hold that line

a poem in motion

like draping thick soft charmeuse silk

over a chair

she sits

of known bondage

no good nik soul

(on the stairs

lacing up skates

Korean password numbers)

i keep myself amused

in the streets of Lestat

in the blue rain

hawk wrench

hearts calling

hearts of remorse

on a dark day, autumn

manx light

the nothing in nothing

(it's a bad day)


. . . Debonshire?

the shop girl

a delicate red flower

in her upturned hair

in her quiet



in beauty

on the day of Kingdom Come.

(on someone else's timeline

hard apparel, hard and bright

"not for us"


Jones of New York

church bowman

she as drogues,

perfume and drogues

the flower,

in morning insignia)

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VII Issue VI
(June, 2019)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2019


by Denny Marshall

Massive earth swarms
Like veiled plague of locust
Once the dust settled
Buffalo's come into view

The painted man
On unsaddled horse
Looks at my footprint
Like a warning sign

Remove my shoes
Replace clothing
Lured to the great land
The mountains, trees, and rivers


by Denny Marshall

Colors flash
Like tribal dance

From long pipe
Smoke changes into clouds

Wilderness transforms
Turns mountain mystic spiritual

Stride ancient path
In search of higher ground

Above long ropes decent
From faraway stars


by Laurinda Lind

Let's get married to the desert,
let's go nomad for nine months
until even the most patient
of lovers gets tired of trying
to talk us back to ways
we grew in greener days.

Let's sing sand, dance dunes,
wander from present to future tents.
While they shake their bells about
us back home in bars, we'll swallow
the clean red canyons, we'll drink
them down like wine.


by Raquel Reyes-Lopez

Millux, you are a batter of history. Time learns
how to dip you in egg wash without drowning
the memories I left inside you. I glance at your
turmeric butterfly bushes only to tumble into
a neighbor's lilac & mustard wildflowers.

I could live here again in this crevice where God
whispers into Marjorie. My heels kick onto your Pico
Rivera pavement. Millux, you like staying quiet
when I need you. I know there's a part of you
that's alive, if it's not here on this street, then
your heartbeat sings in the riverbed.

Why do you keep me waiting? I crawl 100 miles
to you on the weekends, only to be drunk under
your streetlamp, but I always bring a very missed
son. Your potholes shriek of my love as they miss
the parts of you I take back with me.

I ring your doorbell one more time. I kiss the corner
of your doorknob until my pupils are as wide
as shallots. Millux, I love the way you blush
at night when you open your doors for me.
It's flattering that you still remember me
even after all this time apart.




Mary Shelley

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
'Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
And woke to find her hopes betrayed.
But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
And Psyche's lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
Thou dost renew thy vows to me.
Then come to me in dreams, my love,
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss


Craigslist Montreal - Missed Connections - February 25th, 2016 - Anonymous

you helped me get up {in the night of thursday to wednesday, ~4 a.m.} - w4m (dreamland)

I was laying down in a small black hammack and I had trouble getting up, so I asked for help and you showed up. You gave me your hand, and pulled me back up, but you didn't let my hand go yet. You gave it a kiss. You had a lot of rings, most of them had lilac~silverish gemstones in them. I'm guessing Amethysts, or Kunzites? I got up and we kissed passionately, you were wearing some sort of half mask jewelry with silver&copper chains and silver teeth, it's hard to describe. You said some words about me "not letting my crystal slip away", whatever that means. And then you left, and I tried to find something witty to say but couldn't... Dream traveller or angel of some sort, I don't know what you are, but I'm facing every new day with a broken heart ever since. Such a dream so vivid I can never forget... And I know I can never find such love in the physical world. Come back and take me with you, or I will forever live in my misery.

(N.B.: "them late night security infiltrations are becoming too warm . . . " - a note from the editor

"and then the Angel guy shows up for coffee years later and then . . ." - a note from the other editor

"marries her …" - says the cat

"and then he disappears" - says Machiavelli

"he marries her" - says the cat

"we say" - says the other cat

"and stays" - says the cat

"hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmph" - says Machiavelli)



Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Everblue Soul

Author: Gregg Dotoli

Publisher: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Date of Publication: 2019

Pages: 64

"Incense and peppermints, the color of time . . ."
- from Incense and Peppermints by Strawberry Alarm Clock

"The beat goes on . . ."
- from The Beat Goes On by Sonny and Cher

Everblue Soul by Gregg Dotoli and Subterranean Blue Poetry, is a Beat poetry progression born in the crucible of life and love from the Baby Boom Generation with all the excitement of "new", new peace, new freedom, "spring joy pop" poetry inside the love of the New Age. Gregg Dotoli lives in New Jersey and works as a cyber security executive. He has studied English and computer programming with a BA from Seton Hall and an MBA from Saint Peter's University. He has been widely published on the Internet and internationally.

This poetry is a magical sophisticated weave of truncated thoughts, in staccato delivery, a free verse form that sometimes unexpectedly rhymes. Often, there are profound new juxtapositions of words, the use of punctuation in new and exciting ways and the pure celebration of word inventions. This Poet also presents original Haiku.

"Bruce's Song (Ode to Asbury)

Upon the wake
night's invisible lore
forgotten less
not more
recall recall
drowsy did I
close my eye

try try try

slumber did befall
a short recall
of horses spin
in golden stall
chimes of win
and loving kin
near wooden walk
and angel talk
song dreams spoke
and I awoke"

The themes and imagery of love, war, peace, Eden, the threatened ecology, the beauty of nature, poetry writing, the state of the world and some Protest Poetry (a truthtelling) are created. The imagery is succinct and powerful, very often the beauty of nature and always the delivery "bangs in the dance." An exciting poetry as peace treatise from a Sage as Oracle.

"June Walk

I walk with dizziness
and heart pumping
we stop
never go
I need forever"

A mysterious and Zen-infused new Beat event in celebration of sunshine, love the day and God's creation. Peace and a new day in a wellspring of hope from the Flower Power, peace and love generation reinvented in the New Age. Everblue Soul by Gregg Dotoli, a Subterranean Blue Poetry Imprint.

Available @ Amazon.ca.


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: A Woman By A Well: A Self-Portrait

Author: Emily Bilman

Publisher: Melinda Cochrane International

Date of Publication: 2014

Pages: 115

"Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild"
- from Stolen Child by Loreena McKennitt

A Woman By A Well: A Self-Portrait is magical imagist poetry that shines in a classical light at the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry by Emily Bilman and Melinda Cochrane International. Emily Bilman (Poet, literary critic, teacher, amateur astronomer) lives and works in Geneva. She has studied at Vermont College and East Anglia University, earning her PhD in English literature, where she has also taught. Her poetry is published in literary journals and she has given poetry readings in the United States, Geneva, Spain, France and England, reading at the B.B.C. She has published 4 books of poetry, a book about the psychodynamics of poetry and a book about the philosophy of art.

This poetry breathes new life like post-modern parables of creation, a classical progression celebrating nature imagery. A fascinating painting of intrigue, time and storytelling, a spell cast in the weaving of pictures.

""NOLI TIMERE "Do not fear."
In memoriam Seamus Heaney

Like a giant cedar, you fell among the splintered spectres of the dead.
The harvest increased with your spade-pen digging the turf, chafing
against the cleft thorns. Your seed-words fomented the soil to re-
imagine the land."

There are allusions to "La Morte d'Arthur" (the story of Camelot and King Arthur), the Battle of Troy, Ancient Greek legends and gods and Biblical imagery in exciting new presentations. A Woman By A Well, "the weeping goddess" an innocent with a pen writes past a missing lover, the imagery of love as war. It is as if the poetry is cast in an Old World Village where some resounding evil gnashes its teeth on the periphery, while the poetry speaks the truth and celebrates in archetypes of love, death and nature, stands strong, beauty against the darkness.

Each poem is like coming in on the middle of a play, there are descriptions, nature imagery, classical allusions, something has happened, the words are couched in mystery, there is an overall interrogative, the pull of the battleground of good against evil, a prayer, a classical presentation. The poetry is rhythmic, with the repetition of key words and the creation of new words that reach for the stars, a considered offering. A Woman By A Well: A Self-Portrait with its mystery and beauty reminds This Writer of the work of Cassy Welburn.

The poem as the word in love, like the daily ritual of breaking bread. The violence of love/death in overture is quelled by the Poet's hand manifesting a profound work of peace. A Woman By A Well: A Self-Portrait by Emily Bilman.

Available @ Amazon.ca.

"taxi cab window

a place

they travel

into the night . . ."



Rebecca Anne Banks

the Queen of Little Persia

(maybe it's hijack)

some sweet Davos


something blue

and pearly white

apothecary towne

the trout

d'uber jess

quelques chose, quelques chose, quelques chose

and under the moon

ben Drago des autos

downtown boulevard

reverberating stars

of nothingness

who is gone this week?

some people live

some people die

some people live and die

me, I dream of a better hotel

all the mysteries

of Kingdom Come

in a cup of chai

the poetry

that licks you

until you feel better


like some


made dress

a teardrop

at the


of a flower.

In the café window

as if a conversation

that was never meant to be

(china cups


of cake

and cream

and strawberries)



Rebecca Anne Banks lives in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry. She has been writing and producing artistic content for 37 years and is the author of over 30 books of poetry, a guide to the Holy Spirit, a primer on marriage discernment, a family cookbook, a book of children's stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters, all available at Amazon Stations. She has produced 3 CD`s of Folk/Rock music and has 17 CD's of music awaiting production. She won an IARA Award for Top 55 Internet Airplays for Angel Song (2010). She is an Associate Member of the League of Canadian Poets. She is also the Poetry Editor at Subterranean Blue Poetry ( www.subterraneanbluepoetry.com), CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records ( www.tympanilanerecords.com), the Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca) and the Quilt Artist at Kintsugi Art Quilts (www.kintsugiartquilts.com).

Emily Bilman (Poet, professor, literary critic, writer, amateur astronomer) lives in Geneva. She has earned a PhD in English literature and also teaches English. She is widely published in literary journals. She has also written The Psychodynamics of Poetry: Poetic Virtuality and Oedipal Sublimation in the Poetry of T.S. Eliot and Paul Valéry, Modern Ekphrasis, The Threshold of Broken Waters, Resilience and La rivière de soi.

Gregg Dotoli (Poet, cyber securitiy specialist) lives and works in New York state. He has studied English literature and computer programming earning a B.A. and an M.B.A. He works in cyber security ensuring the New Technology infrastructure. He is widely published in Internet poetry journals and internationally.

Laurinda Lind lives in New York’s North Country. Some poetry publications/ acceptances have been at Blueline, Compose, Constellations, JONAHmagazine, and Soliloquies; also anthologies Visiting Bob: Poems Inspired by the Life and Work of Bob Dylan (New Rivers Press) and AFTERMATH (Radix Media). In 2018 she won first place in both the Keats-Shelley Prize for adult poetry and the New York State Fair poetry competition.

Denny E. Marshall has had art, poetry, and fiction published. One recent credit is poetry Weirdbook #37 Sept 2017 issue. See more at www.dennymarshall.com.

Raquel Reyes-Lopez is currently studying to be a medical assistant and is residing in Oceanside, CA. She is married to an active duty Marine and they are happily stationed in Camp Pendleton. Raquel has a poetry chapbook titled Born to Electrify that was published with Sadie Girl Press in Long Beach, CA. Her poetry has appeared in Rattle, Cadence Collective, East Jasmine Review, and other journals.

Mary Shelley (Poet, novelist, writer, biographer, dramatist) was born in England to the philosopher William Godwin and the feminist and philosopher Mary Wollstonecraft. She married Percy Bysshe Shelley (Romantic Poet, Philosopher) and edited and marketed his work. They had 4 children, 3 of whom died in childhood. In 1822 her husband, Percy Bysshe Shelley died when his boat capsized. She is considered a major writer of the Romantic school and is best known for writing the gothic novel Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus (1818).

Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to tell his frustration with the society.