Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Deji Adesoye
Changming Yuan
Violeta Allmuca
Beppe Costa
Engjell I. Berisha
Narendra Kumar Arya
Akwu Sunday Victor
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Laszlo Slomovits
Stefania Battistella
Agron Shele
Lana Bella
Fahredin Shehu
Alan Britt
Silvia Scheibli
Shutta Crum
Running Cub
Alex Ferde

Irsa Ruci
Jennifer Burd
Paul B. Roth
Richard Gartee
Elisavietta Ritchie
Peycho Kanev
Helen Gyigya
Amit Parmessur
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
Robert Nisbet

Jeton Kelmendi
Duane Locke

Lyn Lifshin

Richard Lynch
Jean McNerney
Fred Wolven


Ann Arbor Review

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Copyright (c) 2017 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 48 years all together....

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THE SONG

I wake up and notice
what a wonderful world

going round inside me
immediately followed by

the noose of the news
tightening tightening

I canít get loose
but it canít squeeze

the song out of me
what a wonderful world

becomes the background
music of my morning

what a wonderful world
these waves of words

and notes that wonít let me be
alone with all our pain

what a wonderful world
the song soothing

smoothing the sharp
edges of despair until

theyíre worn down to
not there at least for now

what a wonderful world
and thatís when it begins

again and all over again
the work to make it so

what a wonderful world
for as long as it takes

what a wonderful world
the work to make it so

for however long itís needed
which may be forever but still

till then and beyond
what a wonderful world

 

MESSENGERS

letís step out of our houses
walls saturated inside and out

with news of the latest
divisiveness terror atrocity

letís find a tree a flower
even a blade of grass to tell

they will listen they will
not wilt nor become less

beautiful but look their
beauty back at us silently

saying those of us rooted here
near or far from that tragedy

have a role to be messengers
whose lives are the message

 

Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor, Michigan

 

   


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