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A.L. Nightshade debuts her book of Poetry on 8/3 Reclaiming the Dawn, A Book of Poems

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/07/19/a-l-nightshade-debuts-her-book-of-poetry-on-8-3-reclaiming-the-dawn-a-book-of-poems/

A.L. Nightshade debuts her book of Poetry on 8/3 Reclaiming the Dawn, A Book of Poems

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/07/19/a-l-nightshade-debuts-her-book-of-poetry-on-8-3-reclaiming-the-dawn-a-book-of-poems/

A.L. Nightshade debuts her book of Poetry on 8/3 Reclaiming the Dawn, A Book of Poems

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/07/19/a-l-nightshade-debuts-her-book-of-poetry-on-8-3-reclaiming-the-dawn-a-book-of-poems/

A.L. Nightshade debuts her book of Poetry on 8/3 Reclaiming the Dawn, A Book of Poems

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/07/19/a-l-nightshade-debuts-her-book-of-poetry-on-8-3-reclaiming-the-dawn-a-book-of-poems/

A.L. Nightshade debuts her book of Poetry on 8/3 Reclaiming the Dawn, A Book of Poems

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/07/19/a-l-nightshade-debuts-her-book-of-poetry-on-8-3-reclaiming-the-dawn-a-book-of-poems/

Ο κήπος του έρωτα, του Ουίλιαμ Μπλέικ

Βρυξέλλες 2016

Ο Κ Η Π Ο Σ  Τ Ο Υ  Ε Ρ Ω Τ Α
Του Ουίλιαμ Μπλέικ 

Και είδα εκείνο που δεν είχα ξαναδεί:
Ένα Ξωκλήσι είχε χτιστεί καταμεσής,
Εκεί που έπαιζα συχνά πάνω στη χλόη.

Και στο Ξωκλήσι οι πόρτες ήτανε κλειστές,
Και «Απαγορεύεται» έγραφε πάνω από την πύλη•
Κι έτσι επέστρεψα στου Έρωτα τον Κήπο
Που είχε πολλά υπέροχα λουλούδια,

Και τον βρήκα κατάμεστο από μνήματα
Και ταφόπλακες εκεί που περίμενα λουλούδια•
Και Ιερείς με μαύρα ράσα περπατούσαν,
Και έδεναν τους πόθους μου και τις χαρές μ’ αγκάθια.

Από την ανθολογία 16 ποιήματα που μόλις κυκλοφόρησε από τις εκδόσεις Κουκούτσι.

πηγή: https://popaganda.gr/

Βαθμολογία:

Ο κήπος του έρωτα, του Ουίλιαμ Μπλέικ

Βρυξέλλες 2016

Ο Κ Η Π Ο Σ  Τ Ο Υ  Ε Ρ Ω Τ Α
Του Ουίλιαμ Μπλέικ 

Και είδα εκείνο που δεν είχα ξαναδεί:
Ένα Ξωκλήσι είχε χτιστεί καταμεσής,
Εκεί που έπαιζα συχνά πάνω στη χλόη.

Και στο Ξωκλήσι οι πόρτες ήτανε κλειστές,
Και «Απαγορεύεται» έγραφε πάνω από την πύλη•
Κι έτσι επέστρεψα στου Έρωτα τον Κήπο
Που είχε πολλά υπέροχα λουλούδια,

Και τον βρήκα κατάμεστο από μνήματα
Και ταφόπλακες εκεί που περίμενα λουλούδια•
Και Ιερείς με μαύρα ράσα περπατούσαν,
Και έδεναν τους πόθους μου και τις χαρές μ’ αγκάθια.

Από την ανθολογία 16 ποιήματα που μόλις κυκλοφόρησε από τις εκδόσεις Κουκούτσι.

πηγή: https://popaganda.gr/

Βαθμολογία:

Δε φταις εσύ!   Δε φταις εσύ!   Στα μάτια στο φωνάζω  Μέσα σου να μπεί […] | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

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itunes.apple.com
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www.barnesandnoble.com
www.thalia.de
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shop.vivlio.com
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Βαθμολογία:

Δε φταις εσύ!   Δε φταις εσύ!   Στα μάτια στο φωνάζω  Μέσα σου να μπεί […] | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

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Βαθμολογία:

everywhere ghosts

We are haunted; the past is
living in our divining mirrors; we are
twiddling rabbit-ears and sending vast sums
to foreign soothsayers; oh, oracle, tell us of Lucy-
so Beloved, the ghosts still lingering, laughing, spinning
on the screen, the voice fresh in the ear despite a death in ’89 –
we are slaves to a thousand phantoms, their numbers swelling, their voices
louder than the living – we are amusing ourselves with the bleakest necromancies;
we cannot let anything die,
and so we cannot die ourselves.

everywhere ghosts

We are haunted; the past is
living in our divining mirrors; we are
twiddling rabbit-ears and sending vast sums
to foreign soothsayers; oh, oracle, tell us of Lucy-
so Beloved, the ghosts still lingering, laughing, spinning
on the screen, the voice fresh in the ear despite a death in ’89 –
we are slaves to a thousand phantoms, their numbers swelling, their voices
louder than the living – we are amusing ourselves with the bleakest necromancies;
we cannot let anything die,
and so we cannot die ourselves.

Τάξη ή Χάος Σαν ανθρώπινο εκκρεμές Ταλαντεύεσαι | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

[photo by StTsik]

Τάξη ή Χάος
Σαν ανθρώπινο εκκρεμές
Ταλαντεύεσαι

[Εμπνευσμένο: «Σχέδια του χάους», Μίνως Ευσταθιάδης]

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Βαθμολογία:

Τάξη ή Χάος Σαν ανθρώπινο εκκρεμές Ταλαντεύεσαι | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

[photo by StTsik]

Τάξη ή Χάος
Σαν ανθρώπινο εκκρεμές
Ταλαντεύεσαι

[Εμπνευσμένο: «Σχέδια του χάους», Μίνως Ευσταθιάδης]

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Βαθμολογία:

I AM THROWN TO A PACK OF MYSELVES

every morning i wake rudely wake urgently
and I am there; I am pinning
myself in place like a specimen, reading futures in
my own viscera, i am digging my own grave
I am filling my own grave I am
the creature burrowing out an arm
to gnaw and discard; I am poisoner, and poisoned,
medicine, and physician, i am
falling into the enclosure I am
tearing myself to pieces; I am smiling
with my own blood on my teeth, i am
smiling with my many mouths.

I AM THROWN TO A PACK OF MYSELVES

every morning i wake rudely wake urgently
and I am there; I am pinning
myself in place like a specimen, reading futures in
my own viscera, i am digging my own grave
I am filling my own grave I am
the creature burrowing out an arm
to gnaw and discard; I am poisoner, and poisoned,
medicine, and physician, i am
falling into the enclosure I am
tearing myself to pieces; I am smiling
with my own blood on my teeth, i am
smiling with my many mouths.

A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
https://allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-24-ferlinghetti/

#poetry #poems #poem #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
https://allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-24-ferlinghetti/

#poetry #poems #poem #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

Poetry in Crannóg Magazine Now Available

My poem “Weathering” is in Crannóg Magazine‘s Issue 64. The print version is available in bookshops all across Ireland (incl. The Winding Stair and Dubray Books in Dublin and Charlie Byrnes in Galway); Foyle’s in London; City Lights in San Francisco; and Harvard’s bookstore in Cambridge. Full list of stockists here. It can also be ordered online.

Poetry in Crannóg Magazine Now Available

My poem “Weathering” is in Crannóg Magazine‘s Issue 64. The print version is available in bookshops all across Ireland (incl. The Winding Stair and Dubray Books in Dublin and Charlie Byrnes in Galway); Foyle’s in London; City Lights in San Francisco; and Harvard’s bookstore in Cambridge. Full list of stockists here. It can also be ordered online.

Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
https://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/Week-of-Mon-20250623/004547.html
#poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
https://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/Week-of-Mon-20250623/004547.html
#poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

«Τέλεια!» … Λες…   Και το θες με μανία  Μαχητή ζωής. | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

«Τέλεια!» … Λες…
Και το θες με μανία
Μαχητή ζωής.  

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«Τέλεια!» … Λες…   Και το θες με μανία  Μαχητή ζωής. | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

«Τέλεια!» … Λες…
Και το θες με μανία
Μαχητή ζωής.  

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Βαθμολογία:

a morning without demand

there’s no smoke in the kitchen;
no crying in the halls;
the air is cool and recycled,
calming, quiet,
the morning stretches out like a swaying field
trundling towards disappearance,
waiting to be worked.

a morning without demand

there’s no smoke in the kitchen;
no crying in the halls;
the air is cool and recycled,
calming, quiet,
the morning stretches out like a swaying field
trundling towards disappearance,
waiting to be worked.

“How you do one thing is how you do everything”

and i am rushing rushing rushing i am
being paid, i am spending, i am
sparing a moment for poetry, i am
killing many a verminous thing,
i am doing it all so fast so quick and life
slips zaps rushes zooms
flies, flies away, i am
doing good work fast and
fast works good, i am
screaming in empty rooms and
losing songs in the dishwater, i am
doing everything always and
nothing, i am alone and
scared of eyes; i am
rushing, rushing away
with urgent need to be
and quickly, quickly,
the sun sets also

“How you do one thing is how you do everything”

and i am rushing rushing rushing i am
being paid, i am spending, i am
sparing a moment for poetry, i am
killing many a verminous thing,
i am doing it all so fast so quick and life
slips zaps rushes zooms
flies, flies away, i am
doing good work fast and
fast works good, i am
screaming in empty rooms and
losing songs in the dishwater, i am
doing everything always and
nothing, i am alone and
scared of eyes; i am
rushing, rushing away
with urgent need to be
and quickly, quickly,
the sun sets also

Όταν έρθει η ώρα να φέρεις  φρέσκα λουλούδια σε ένα σκελετό  Σκέψου αν ανακτούν εικόνα τα μάτια  Σκέψου αν σου μίλησε ποτέ η σιωπή  Σκέψου αν το χέρι γράφει απομνημονεύματα  Διαφορετικά άστο. Δε θα πονέσεις. Ούτε κι αυτή. | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

[Αρχαιολογικό Μουσείο Ιωαννίνων – Οκτώβριος 2018]

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Βαθμολογία:

Όταν έρθει η ώρα να φέρεις  φρέσκα λουλούδια σε ένα σκελετό  Σκέψου αν ανακτούν εικόνα τα μάτια  Σκέψου αν σου μίλησε ποτέ η σιωπή  Σκέψου αν το χέρι γράφει απομνημονεύματα  Διαφορετικά άστο. Δε θα πονέσεις. Ούτε κι αυτή. | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

[Αρχαιολογικό Μουσείο Ιωαννίνων – Οκτώβριος 2018]

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Βαθμολογία:

Draft 1

#Books #AnimalArt #DinosaurArt #SciArt #Writing #Stories #Poems

🖊️ ✏️ 📕 🦉 🦖 🐡

Draft 1

#Books #AnimalArt #DinosaurArt #SciArt #Writing #Stories #Poems

🖊️ ✏️ 📕 🦉 🦖 🐡

aquarium

all is glass; is day; is chemistry;
all is contained and the sun
is false; all is dying, all is living;
all is the slow and steady drip
of life; all is the sealant, all is the pump;
all is straining, straining, straining,
all is the crack wheedling from a corner;
all comes apart; all comes apart.

aquarium

all is glass; is day; is chemistry;
all is contained and the sun
is false; all is dying, all is living;
all is the slow and steady drip
of life; all is the sealant, all is the pump;
all is straining, straining, straining,
all is the crack wheedling from a corner;
all comes apart; all comes apart.

Τη μορφή μισούν  και επικρίνουν φλύαρα  Είσαι όμορφη;! | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

[Αρχαιολογικό Μουσείο Ιωαννίνων – Οκτώβριος 2018]

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Βαθμολογία:

Τη μορφή μισούν  και επικρίνουν φλύαρα  Είσαι όμορφη;! | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife

[Αρχαιολογικό Μουσείο Ιωαννίνων – Οκτώβριος 2018]

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Βαθμολογία:

clean

i want to be clean
beyond the waste of water;
clean as a clan with
no son or daughter;
i want to be picked
like a tree in the autumn,
bare, forgotten,
dropping what’s rotten;
i want flies to strike
and their eggs to bloom –
the munching of maggots
to busy the room;
i want to be clean like
the deer in the road-
the white of the skull –
the clarity of code.

ΕΙΝΑΙ ΣΤΕΓΝΑ ΤΑ ΜΑΤΙΑ ΜΑΣ | Christian Johann Heinrich Heine

[photo made with AI (ideogram)]

ΕΙΝΑΙ ΣΤΕΓΝΑ ΤΑ ΜΑΤΙΑ ΜΑΣ | Χάινε

 Εἶναι στεγνά τά μάτια μας, δεν κλαῖμε.
Χαμογελᾶμε, δέ γελᾶμε πιά.
Το μυστικό μας δέ θά τό προδώσει
καμιά θωριά κρυφή, καμιά ματιά! 

Μέ τό βουβό του πόνο εἶναι κρυμμένο
στο ματωμένο τῆς ψυχῆς βυθό,
οἱ πικραμένες μας καρδιές το ξέρουν,
μά εἶναι τό στόμα νεκρικά κλειστό. 

Ρώτα τα βυζανιάρικα στην κούνια,
ρώτα στον τάφο ἄν θές κάθε νεκρό.
Ἴσως αὐτοί σοῦ ποῦν αὐτό τό κάτι,
αὐτό πού αἰώνια θα κρατάω κρυφό! 

Βαθμολογία:

ΕΙΝΑΙ ΣΤΕΓΝΑ ΤΑ ΜΑΤΙΑ ΜΑΣ | Christian Johann Heinrich Heine

[photo made with AI (ideogram)]

ΕΙΝΑΙ ΣΤΕΓΝΑ ΤΑ ΜΑΤΙΑ ΜΑΣ | Χάινε

 Εἶναι στεγνά τά μάτια μας, δεν κλαῖμε.
Χαμογελᾶμε, δέ γελᾶμε πιά.
Το μυστικό μας δέ θά τό προδώσει
καμιά θωριά κρυφή, καμιά ματιά! 

Μέ τό βουβό του πόνο εἶναι κρυμμένο
στο ματωμένο τῆς ψυχῆς βυθό,
οἱ πικραμένες μας καρδιές το ξέρουν,
μά εἶναι τό στόμα νεκρικά κλειστό. 

Ρώτα τα βυζανιάρικα στην κούνια,
ρώτα στον τάφο ἄν θές κάθε νεκρό.
Ἴσως αὐτοί σοῦ ποῦν αὐτό τό κάτι,
αὐτό πού αἰώνια θα κρατάω κρυφό! 

Βαθμολογία:

Builder

For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)

If I would have my life to live over again,
I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
down stones hidden in the grass.

By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
their dark places in the cracks between the
stones where they sleep.

And when my life came to an end and the wall
was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
would lay myself down against the rocks and
let my body fade away into a place of rest in
the cracks between the stones.

March 11, 2005

(Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)

Builder

For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)

If I would have my life to live over again,
I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
down stones hidden in the grass.

By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
their dark places in the cracks between the
stones where they sleep.

And when my life came to an end and the wall
was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
would lay myself down against the rocks and
let my body fade away into a place of rest in
the cracks between the stones.

March 11, 2005

(Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)

Builder

For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)

If I would have my life to live over again,
I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
down stones hidden in the grass.

By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
their dark places in the cracks between the
stones where they sleep.

And when my life came to an end and the wall
was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
would lay myself down against the rocks and
let my body fade away into a place of rest in
the cracks between the stones.

March 11, 2005

(Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)

Builder

For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)

If I would have my life to live over again,
I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
down stones hidden in the grass.

By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
their dark places in the cracks between the
stones where they sleep.

And when my life came to an end and the wall
was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
would lay myself down against the rocks and
let my body fade away into a place of rest in
the cracks between the stones.

March 11, 2005

(Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)

Builder

For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)

If I would have my life to live over again,
I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
down stones hidden in the grass.

By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
their dark places in the cracks between the
stones where they sleep.

And when my life came to an end and the wall
was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
would lay myself down against the rocks and
let my body fade away into a place of rest in
the cracks between the stones.

March 11, 2005

(Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)

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The Lowest Bid

The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

The most degrading and painful descent
is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

The Lowest Bid

The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

The most degrading and painful descent
is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.