Three Poets On A Page
Master Kung's Apologia
Translated from the Hsiao Ching by Clifton Phillips
At ten and five, the Master said,
I leaned toward learning.
Thirty, and I stood my ground,
Assured at forty's turning.
A full half-century passed to hear
Great Heaven's clarion.
Before my ear obeyed I was
Sexagenarian.
Now at three-score-ten my heart
Is free of fetter.
No straining after law
In form or letter.
Copyright © Clifton Phillips 2003
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The Lone Writer
by Kathy Marques
Sky, infinite ... Like a car alarm howling in the dark deep night.
I am a grain of sand, alone yet crowded by a sea of others.
Waiting to be washed away.
Nature at night, quiet yet loud, dark yet bright with internal
light.
I am writing in the dark, no light. Except that of the street.
No moon, no sun, just a will to express myself.
Copyright © Kathy Marques 2003
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Sexy Is
by Kathy Marques
Sexy is the feel of a man's back, the strip of
flesh running down the spine, where the bones
intertwine.
Sexy is the curve of a man's lips, the taste and
texture on mine and the heat between my hips.
Sexy is rugged strong hands of a man that
works hard and plays harder.
Sexy is green hazel and light brown eyes, where I
can see my future with him and all his sexy body
parts!
Copyright © Kathy Marques 2003
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Kathy Marques says: "I have been writing for almost 15 years.
I have written everything from poems, short stories and editorials to traffic accident write-ups and news stories.
"In November, 2001 I taught poetry to 4th graders at Grover Cleveland Grammar School in
Hillside, New Jersey. This was a very humbling and joyous experience and has made me truly realize
the power of poetry. I just found out that six students from the class that I taught had their poems picked to be published in a
children's book of poetry. I am so excited that I was a part in their success!
"This past fall I also won 1st place for best poetry in my school's
literary magazine (Kean University's Creation Space).
I have been published elsewhere in paper magazines such as The Poet's
Pen, Portals, Our Journey and Lucidity and on
various websites including Poetic Voices, Ahapoetry, In-memory-of-pets
and GraymalkinLiteraryEnterprises."
Contact the author at: frostykathy@cs.com
Sadder Are the Stones Forgotten
By Sean Francis
He was expecting soon to mix with earth
And so had chiseled on his granite stone:
Elijah R. Witherspoon, date of birth,
1917–-date of death (none).
To his surprise, alive at eighty-three,
He finds the year 2000 makes a joke
Of his anticipation and so he
Needs a new inscription, the old revoke.
But sadder are the stones forgotten:
Here lies the beloved Rebecca, born
1875, she died, 19 (none),
Her remains in some potter's field forlorn.
The poor, the errant and those whom we offend
Are those we let the darkness comprehend.
Copyright © Sean Francis 2003
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