Thank you very much to Editor Sand Pilarski of Piker Press for publishing my poem today

https://www.pikerpress.com/article/11851/sweet-puppies/

Sweet Puppies

These diminutive doggies,
fatties that jiggle,
whooping like they
are in a carnival,
tripping over their dinner.
Their pleasant silliness brings tender feelings.

I’ll wager that whenever, in latter years, 
when they have learned to sit,
and be domesticated like cows,
you’ll recall that farfetched idea
that they’d stay this size forever.

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Book includes travel photos

This collection is a poetic memoir of a very memorable bus trip through five states with Nashville, Tennessee as the ultimate destination.  Along the way (and back again following the same route,) strangers become friends and enjoy many sights together, including rivers, bridges, and quite a few historical museums.  Nashville was the delight of the trip: four days filled with live music, touring the best musical landmarks it has to offer, including the Grand Ole’ Opry, the Country Music Hall of Fame, and the Country Music Walk of Fame.  While there, the travelers learned the history of the great Music City and saw many of the locations where this history had taken place.

If you have been to Nashville and the surrounding areas, many places will be familiar to you.  If you are planning a trip to Nashville, the poetry collection will give you some ideas of what you will see and hear while there.  If you just enjoy traveling, you will read about some common traveling experiences that the author had with other travelers, written as the bus traveled from state to state, using this poet’s unique imagery to describe the wonders of this fabulous journey.

Fortress As Duet in Latter Days

Nothing to be heard,

but heartbeats and sighs

we hear,

inside,

each other’s heads,

as gentle breeze

and rhythm.

The cosmic magnificence

of our mutual mantra

chanted in tandem,

over decades.

Simple plans,

and actions assented,

remedies,

good medicine,

accrued,

long forgotten laughter,

and so few regrets.

Thoughts,

recollections,

secrets,

inside

a fortress

only we two,

during so many years, 

could engineer.

I am honored and humbled to have one of my poems displayed on a reed diffuser for sale at Urban Ganges.  Rochak Agarwal has a series of fragrances available and other poets are displayed on those diffusers.  I chose sandalwood because I have always loved that scent.

https://www.urbanganges.com/product-page/putting-me-together-by-linda-imbler-sandalwood-poetry-reed-diffuser-set

 

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WRITTEN YEARS AGO. AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON A NEW POEM AFTER SEEING THE AMAZING MOVIE.

Jacko

A little boy upon the stage ,

His voice was strong and pure.

Everyone who heard him sing,

Thought “he's a star for sure.” 

Had no childhood, yet grew taller, 

With each new passing year. 

Many more people saw him,

Chased him to the point of fear.

More Peter Pan,

Rather than a man.

Just wanted to be a real boy,

He changed his skin and nose. 

Might have also changed his mouth,

That's how the story goes.

He befriended counterfeit pals,

The ones who wished for fame.

Thought they would be also known,

If attached to his name. 

And, still today, his songs are played.

His children, three, now grown.

He no longer hears applause,

The King of Pop's gone home. 

 

A big thank you to Editor Mark Antony Rossi for publishing my poem in the June issue of Ariel Chart.

Cold Water

Dank glares 

drip cold water 

on victims’ hearts.

Another scarf unraveled..

The crestfallen,

stopped dead in their tracks,

with no way forward.

The boomerang of gossip grows,

as the flock follows the ram. 

The wet wool of caustic words

proves malodorous.

Speaking of  smell,

there’s an intravenous scent of fear

reeking out from the

misery of their own herd,

and from the possibility

that they may become the bullseye 

for the next wave of disallowance.

Self-imagined stalking knights,

who think they have the most to gain,

imbuing the world with beefy fictions,

using hot panther breath that stalks.

Masters of disastrous,

deceitful

words on the street,

now dripping 

cold sweats

from their own skin,

as well as cold water 

thrown 

onto their own hearts.