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The Ontario Poetry Society - Tri-Annual Newsletter
For Members Only

For The Next Issue of Verse Afire:

Poems wanted on sports, including anything to do with a ball, or anything which involves
a competition of dexterity and skill between 2 or more people. Poems also wanted on
about being a good sport – fair play poetry, poems about volunteering either for an
organization, or for helping a neighbour, a friend, a relative or a stranger.

~ Below Read poems missed in the last newsletter ~


Guidelines

All styles welcome.
No foul language, no lewdness and
no heavy slant on religion, please.

Poems to be no longer than 24 lines
Spaces between the stanzas count as lines.
The poem title and author name are not
included in the count.

No more than 6 long words or 8 short words on a line to assure
another
member’s poem may fit beside your poem on the same page.

Please remember we have limited space and need
to give everyone a place in the newsletter for their poetry.

Previously published poems accepted as long as you,
the author, hold the copyright.

If the poem has been previously published
and you would like a credit to appear with the poem,
(First printed in...) or
(from Book Title, publisher & year)
please include the details under the poem
and we'll include it in the newsletter.

Please include your name on the front page with the poem.

Deadline for the Next Issue is
July 15, 2013

Poems/Recipies may be sent in the body of an email (no attachments please) to:

email contributions to Bunny

or by regular post to:
I.B. Iskov
Verse Afire Editor
#710 - 65 Spring Garden,
Toronto, On M2N 6H9.

Send your poem early...

 

Poems that missed the recent issue of Verse Afire
It’s Over

Denials burden was cleverly clothed.
Season to season snowdrifts built
white walls of evasion.
Wearing matching parkas of hypocrisy
warms another winter’s cool secret.
Diplomatic deceits, a broken record
scratching the hearts vinyl cover.
Anger-trapped country/western song.
Johnny Faustus band Bargain Boys
sing in a truck-stop juke box corner.
In our kitchen an iceberg passes.
Inside its core your master list appears.
Your chilling voice seriously reads
the fait accompli ten demandments.
Arguments melt as icy lips lick victory.
In one cold blooded gulp,
you swallow the lost past.
Deep beneath frigid logic surface
you’ll never know a perfect
undertow of pain,
passing over its newest scar of loss.

David C. Brydges

LOVEMAKING

Aphrodite bats at Pan
with her sandal
wilful little wars of love
we still fight daily.

The goat-god whistles in an upright pine
squatting on a red-roof tile.
His toothy grin
crouches in the elbows
of dwarf olive trees.
A hot tin light.
The furry hide is brown and yellow
earth, urging
make love, make love.

Patricia Keeney