The Biographical Poet

4 poems published in BlazeVOX Winter 2011

2012-01-01T16:52:00.000-08:00

Greetings!

I am happy to report that four of my poems have just been published in BlazeVOX Winter 2011 issue!: "Night Traveler", "In A Dream", "Mr. Lepus At Night", and "Going in Order." A huge thank you to editor Geoffrey Gatza, and always a huge thank you to everyone who reads and appreciates my work!

http://www.blazevox.org/index.php/journal/

Poem of the Week

2011-12-05T17:02:00.000-08:00

Down South

Happening
two islands in the middle of
the swamp

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h
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n
g

mud on the rocks
not over ice

alligator
square dancing with
a heron
palm trees
fiddling moonlight

magnolias
evoking
lunar tides.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs.

Poem of the Week

2011-11-05T13:56:00.000-07:00

Non-Policed Life

Nondescript life
rows and rows of houses spanning the entire city block
red white blue
all with flawless lush green leaves
white picket fences
and a small doghouse off to the side of the yard.

Beyond the city block lay
the one sole house that looked different from all the others
a castle in the Victorian house style
four turrets
elaborately carved frame around the porch
four stories high
pale blue in color.

The one man who lived there
reputed to be a magician
not the stage variety either
had only one sole housemate
some say it is his granddaughter
others say it is a very young wife
who has no family of her own.

As quietly as they lived surrounded by trees
flowering bushes and the biggest garden in the city
nobody ever saw them in town much
yet the unusual couple were happy together
not burdened by the worries other families in the city seemed to have
mortgages children keeping up with Joneses.

Perfectly happy with what they had
each other
no fighting yelling or screaming
a lifestyle well suited to them
with no one to interfere
tell them what to do or how to do it

no policing meant peace and happiness.

Poem of the Week

2011-10-23T17:18:00.000-07:00

Seurat in Spring

{ – libretto singing cat

! --M'appari tut'amor –}

Von Flotow doesn't hear any meows

the light, airy romp through the spring garden
French daintiness
avec biftek et pomme de terre des frites
Post-Impressionism of Seurat hanging above a wall
encased by a heavily gilded frame

a bowl of fruit on the table in front of a majestic
velvet covered chair

her royal Persian furry highness approves
the emerald tiara placed upon her head
which matches her gem encrusted collar.

Three Poems Published in Nap

2011-09-18T14:05:00.000-07:00

Greetings fans! Three poems of mine have been published in the 1.4 Issue of Nap Poetry Magazine. The titles of my poems are: "Enter This One", "Saloon Bar", and "Limbo of Hippocampus." A gargantuan thank you to all of my supporters and to editor Chad Redden for publishing my work!

http://issuu.com/napmagazine/docs/nap_1_4/38

Poems published in Blue and Yellow Dog

2011-09-06T16:18:00.000-07:00

I would like to thank Raymond Farr for publishing my poems in the Fall 2011 issue of Blue and Yellow Dog:

No Glass Ceiling
Headstrong Butterfly
Nights in Darkness

I hope all my readers enjoy these poems, and as usual, a huge, huge thank you to everyone who has read my poetry since late 2006 and enjoyed it.

http://blueyellowdog.weebly.com/julie-kovacs.html

Issue 6 of Exercise Bowler is now live online!

2011-08-31T15:27:00.000-07:00

A huge thank you to all contributors to the Issue 6 edition of Exercise Bowler which is live online and can be read here:

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/issue6.htm

Enjoy everyone! I am still accepting submissions for Issue 7 due out this winter season!

"When Lizards Talk" in Silver Blade Summer 2011 Issue 11

2011-08-23T15:51:00.000-07:00

Greetings everyone!

I am very happy to announce that my poem "When Lizards Talk" has been published in the Summer 2011 Issue 11 of Silver Blade. Thank you John Mannone and everyone at Silver Blade for publishing my work!

Silver Blade

Poem of the Week

2011-08-18T17:58:00.000-07:00

It's Not Morning Yet

One white ibis
one black ibis
opposite sides of the pond
grove of jasmine trees
on the island
hid well the egrets
as they slept
against the moonlit sky
meteorites teasing them
as if it were morning.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs

Poem of the Week

2011-07-17T16:17:00.000-07:00

My Prince Has Arrived

Slowly climbing the stairs to the red velvet covered throne
jewel encrusted fingers firmly placed on the right armrest
laying claim to rule over the vast territory you used to visit
before you arrived yesterday totally unexpectedly giving me
a false name then slipping a scroll of paper into my hands
ink made from buckthorn berries created the identity of who
you really were.

It must have been the purple cloak, tunic, and red hat that
made your physique so imposing, ready to conquer the most
coveted treasure in the world: my heart.

Copyright 2011. Julie Kovacs

Exercise Bowler now listed in NewPages.com

2011-07-08T17:10:00.000-07:00

Greetings everyone!

Exercise Bowler is now listed at NewPages.com! A very big thank you goes out to Nicole Foor, the Managing Editor of NewPages. Thank you Nicole!

Poem of the Week

2011-06-30T17:02:00.000-07:00

When Armadillos and Ibises Lounge....

Thunder in the distance
over the dense swamps and palm trees
a family of armadillos huddles together
in a nest overlooking
the rapids.

Last year one armadillo fell out onto a rock below
got carried downstream
and landed on a beach
when his family finally found him

he was sitting under an umbrella
wearing sunglasses and listening to
Elvis Presley on the radio
while an alligator swam in the lake
and a flock of white ibises
roasted marshmallows over an open campfire.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs

Poem published in Moria

2011-06-15T17:39:00.001-07:00

Greetings my supporters!

I would like to report that another poem of mine has been published in the latest issue of Moria titled "No Shangri-La" and can be read at the following link:

http://www.moriapoetry.com/v1323.html

Thank you everyone and thank you, Bill Allegrezza, for publishing my work!

Julie

Poem publication in Children Churches and Daddies

2011-06-01T14:57:00.000-07:00

Greetings Julie Kovacs supporters!

A poem of mine has just been published in the June 2011 issue of Children Churches and Daddies! My poem is titled "The Bishop Is In" and can be read at the following link:

http://scars.tv/ccd/

Thank you everyone! Enjoy the poem!

Issue #5 of Exercise Bowler is now out!

2011-05-31T18:39:00.000-07:00

Issue #5 of Exercise Bowler can now be viewed at the following link:

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/issue5.htm

A big, big thank you to everyone who contributed to this issue!

J. K.

Poem of the Week

2011-05-30T18:25:00.000-07:00

Bicycle Spokes

Ten sharp bicycle spokes gripped in his hand
a bundle ready to drop into the dartboard of life on the ground
at the northern axis of the planet
polar bears ran to avoid getting struck

One spoke pierced hunger
One spoke pierced fear
One spoke pierced loneliness

Two spoked penetrated invasion of privacy
and destruction

The other five spokes penetrated the ills of war,
disease, deceit, pain, and betrayal.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs

"Inobtrusive" Published in Nether!

2011-05-02T17:57:00.000-07:00

My second published poem for the month of May 2011 is "Inobtrusive" and appears in Nether, a literary journal based in India. A huge thank you to all of my supporters!

Nether Fortnight 8

"Nullipara" published in Children Churches and Daddies

2011-05-02T14:33:00.000-07:00

I would like to announce my most recent poetry publication, "Nullipara", in the May 2011 issue of Children Churches and Daddies. Enjoy everyone!

Children Churches and Daddies

Poem of the Week

2011-04-25T18:14:00.000-07:00

It Is True

It is true

what the mirror says
every morning when you wake up

It is true
what your best friend said about that
old French movie with Olga Valery

shining on siren little noted
perhaps not noted enough

but it is desirable for some people to live
to a ripe old age
so long as your paradise has been created by you

even when knocks on the door go unanswered
not so much as a glimpse of your lover is seen
another time and place no longer static

but fused into eternity by the blood
that once swam over my weary heart
bringing it back to life.

Poem of the Week

2011-03-31T06:46:00.000-07:00

Helios and the Doves

Helios standing on the edge of the world
waiting for the queen of the moon Diana to arrive
wears her deerskin dress and quiver of bow and arrows.

The green grass smelled of jasmine as Pan blew on his pipes in Arcadia.
One more maenad left behind from her sisters
danced and laughed through the cypress and pine trees
towering into the sky.

The only birds that flew past her
were doves
graceful and lithe as Helios reached out to
hold them in his golden light.

3 Upcoming poetry publications this year

2011-03-31T05:40:00.000-07:00

I would like to mention that my poetry will be appearing in three different upcoming publications:

Nether Magazine

http://netherprint.wordpress.com/

Moria

http://www.moriapoetry.com/

Blue and Yellow Dog

http://blueyellowdog.weebly.com/index.html

As each publication comes out, they will be posted, so check back soon and a big, big, gargantuan thank you to all of my supporters!

Poem of the Week

2011-03-21T15:24:00.000-07:00

Fabric Dragonfly

Running into
not far away from
that old friend
you longed to see but were not allowed to
familiar in appearance
soft to touch silky shimmering gossamer
that could adorn your waist
and float around the ballroom floor on Saturday night.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs

Poem of the Week

2011-03-10T05:24:00.000-08:00

Daytime Revelry

Bouncing back and forth
across the highway
waiting for a ride
a ride to anywhere
where there are hamburgers, hotdogs and French fries
ice cream for dessert.

It might be the beach
in the mountains
or in the green desert
surrounded by Saguaro cacti in full bloom
or a waterfall in the park
where the wood sprites join us in
daytime revelry.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs

Exercise Bowler now accepting submissions for Issue #6!

2011-03-07T19:01:00.001-08:00

I am very pleased to announce that Exercise Bowler has made it through an entire year's worth of publications (yeay!) and that I am now accepting poetry submissions for Issue #6 to come out in September 2011! Please read the type of poetry that has been published in previous issues at:

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/exercise_bowler.htm

Issue #4 can be viewed at:

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/issue4.htm

A big, big thank you to everyone who submitted and who has made this poetry e-zine possible!

Exercise Bowler still accepting submissions for Issue #5

2011-02-07T06:18:00.000-08:00

Exercise Bowler is still accepting poetry submissions for its Summer 2011 Issue #5! Please read the guidelines at the following link before submitting! Thank you!

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/exercise_bowler.htm

Poem of the Week

2011-02-03T16:25:00.000-08:00

Porcelain Chinese Figures

The glass case of elaborate
porcelain Chinese figures
displayed no pretentiousness.
The slender figure in a pink cheongsam
served tea to her master
the emperor who was previously
entertained by five seagulls
dancing on a jasmine bush
laughed as one of his court cats
attempted
to catch them.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs

Poem of the Week

2011-01-29T08:58:00.000-08:00

Early Spring

A snake snuggles between the marigold and lobelia plants
in the rectangular garden box in the backyard.

A mother duck with her newly hatched babies
swim towards the center of the lake.

One fish is seen jumping in the distance
in and out of the water
executing stunts like an Olympic swimmer.

Two beams of sunlight dance with each other
on the surface of the water
faint whispers in the background
heard from dragonflies
taking a siesta on the black rock
under the ancient pine tree.

Poem of the Week

2011-01-14T07:55:00.000-08:00

Sandhill Crane Restaurant

Three sandhill cranes walked along the lake
discussing how many bugs each one could find for lunch
until one of them spoke up
and said there was a great Italian restaurant downtown
where they can get something decent
to fill their bellies
in the cold winter weather.

The other two birds nodded their heads
and flew off
chatting loudly enough
to wake the neighbors
arrived on the green
in the center of town,
looking eager for some hot food
which was better than bugs and tastier.

Walking inside the restaurant
the host showed them their seats
where they ordered spaghetti with
pesto sauce not too spicy but just right.

Both the food and service was excellent enough
for the birds to return again
their graceful presence
delighting the customers
and having no qualms about encouraging their
friends to stop by and have lunch with them.

Once the birds finished eating they paid the bill
in golden eggs and left,
knowing the restaurant owner would mistake
the eggs for magical ones
instead of chocolate covered Easter eggs.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs. All rights reserved.

Poem of the Week

2010-12-12T16:12:00.000-08:00

Sunday Night at the Lyric Theatre

The performance itself wasn't so bad
once the blue velvet curtain stopped tearing
far enough to collapse onto the goldfish bowl
and break, causing the animals to flip and flop
all over the stage.

Pinpricks of light forming the Milky Way
while the cymbals clashed and piano banged upon
by the maestro with disheveled hair and horn-rimmed glasses
had a picture of Stokowski on top near a stein of authentic German beer.

That warmth covering me came from the magician's cloak
on stage a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat
why regard a friend from a century ago
magnificent adrenaline rushed up and down the stairs
flying Phantom of the Opera
but invisible sitting on top of the unprepossessed
crucible carrying nothing but
two flames dancing as bodies on stage.

Copyright 2010 Julie Kovacs

Poem in The Camel Saloon

2010-12-12T15:48:00.001-08:00

I would like to thank Russell of The Camel Saloon for publishing my poem "What's On Television." This is my typical whimsical style of poetry. Thank you to all my readers!

http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-on-television.html

Issue #3 of Exercise Bowler now out!

2010-11-30T18:49:00.000-08:00

Issue #3 of Exercise Bowler is now available for viewing!

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/Issue3.htm

A huge thank you to everyone who has submitted work to this brand new poetry e-zine.

I am now accepting submissions for Issue #5 that will be out in Summer 2011!

Poem published in The Camel Saloon

2010-11-26T13:10:00.000-08:00

I would like to mention my Thanksgiving Day present: a poem published in The Camel Saloon titled "Azurite Climber." Enjoy, and a huge thank you to all of my supporters!

http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/2010/11/azurite-climber.html

Poem of the Week

2010-11-26T13:08:00.000-08:00

Where Did Dancer Go?

Deer in your headlights
dancing to the Bee Gees
no one in the woods sees
not even the trees
hepcat
one of Santa's missing drivers.

Copyright 2010 Julie Kovacs

Poem of the week

2010-11-12T07:17:00.000-08:00

Atesh-e Parandegan

Knave black ibis
no self deprecation
of the graceful birds
writing chrysology
upon the ancient
tablet at Rashad
laughing and chatting
render to a silver spun
cypress from days of
Shah Koroush-e Bozorg
enter the presence of fire
sacred fire
the active force of God's eye.

Exercise Bowler now listed in Poets and Writers

2010-11-12T07:14:00.000-08:00

I am very happy to announce that Exercise Bowler is now listed in Poets and Writers. P&W also has a large database of literary publications, just like Duotrope has. The link to the listing is below:

http://www.pw.org/content/exercise_bowler

Exercise Bowler listed in Duotrope!

2010-11-04T14:29:00.000-07:00

I am very happy to announce that Exercise Bowler
is now listed in Duotrope!

In other news!

"Silver Moonbeams" is now available through
Amazon, as is "The Emerald Grail"

A huge, huge thank you to all supporters!

"Undead Marriage" in Danse Macabre

2010-10-12T07:36:00.000-07:00

I would like to thank Adam, the editor of Danse Macabre, for publishing my poem "Undead Marriage" in the latest issue of Danse Macabre. Read my poem here:

Danse Macabre

Thank you to all my supporters!

Thank you to all submitters of poetry to Exercise Bowler

2010-10-07T07:45:00.000-07:00

First of all I would like to give everyone who submitted to and had their poetry in Exercise Bowler a huge thank you. It has already been four years since I had my first poem published in Falling Star which has been very exciting for me. Having a lack of formal poetry training certainly has not kept my work from being published by other journals though it is always evolving as life does. Starting Exercise Bowler is also my way giving back to the poetry community and allowing other poets to increase their resumes as well. Thank you everyone for your continued support!

Poem of the Week

2010-10-03T10:04:00.000-07:00

Your Secrets Are Yours

Your secrets are yours
buried in the most inconspicuous places
that only the oak and cypress trees see every day
as you walk down that narrow driveway
to the mailbox
paying your bills
and checking to see if the geraniums need watering.

Right underneath eggs and bread on the grocery list
you write in purple ink
a secret fantasy
nobody knows about but you
sunk in a china teacup
with 24 K gold edging
and violets hand painted on the front.

A smile from the edge of the universe
brings over the waves of serenity
an invisible cloak with magical letter inscribed
permit you to navigate the rocky path of life

seeing only what you want others to see
seeing only pink skies laced with mandarin orange
seeing only hazel eyes gazing up from the pillow

waiting for that elusive last breath
from your lustrous teeth.

Upcoming publication in Danse Macabre

2010-09-26T11:34:00.000-07:00

I have a poem that will be published in a near future edition of Danse Macabre titled "Undead Marriage." Keep an eye out for this fabulous poem - you will be kept up to date!

Danse Macabre

Poem of the Week

2010-08-25T07:29:00.000-07:00

Dancing Life Away

A mouse dances the tango
on top of the grandfather clock
twirling in ballet slippers
while the television set blares away
Maury Povitch
things the mouse does not hear
having too much of a good time
watching that movie about gladiators
watching that rhythm and blues concert live from San Francisco

doing anything but
allowing the outer directs turn into the outer limits.

Poem of the Week

2010-07-25T15:29:00.000-07:00

Your Good Things In Life: Yes

Yes
your mortgage has been burned
Yes
that last college tuition payment has been paid off
Yes
the new wine in the oak barrel is getting richer
a hint of peach with cherry aroma
is drawn in with that small table top fan

Yes
the first residual check
has its rainbow
the amount approved by the tuxedo cat
right before
the Gund bear merrily deposits it into
your bank account

Yes
a Cheshire cat grin in the
photo on the nightstand
beckons
“Yes”
to your good things in life.

When Daddy Comes Around open mic Cafe in Chicago

2010-07-22T11:25:00.000-07:00

I received a surprise email from Janet Kuypers, the editor of Children Churches and Daddies literary magazine with the wonderful news that she read my poem titled "When Daddy Comes Around" at an open mic night at the Cafe in Chicago on July 20, 2010. The event was video taped and posted to Youtube by Janet. Needless to say, this is a very thrilling experience for me, as she chose my poem to help promote her literary magazine. You can view the video below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKpgJWJCER0

and the literary magazine:

Children Churches and Daddies

My grateful thanks to Janet Kuypers for selecting my poem for the reading and her perfect elocution. You rock Janet! :)

Poem of the Week

2010-07-06T12:32:00.000-07:00

Living Collection

Sea lions break dancing on the street
Lady Gaga has only one plume in her headband
J
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s
t
I
n
g
left and right
over pewter frames
in the wunderkammar.

Poem published in July 2010 issue Children Churches and Daddies

2010-07-01T18:19:00.000-07:00

My poem titled "When Daddy Comes Around" has been published in the July 2010 issue of Children Churches and Daddies! This is a delightful satire on the men of my age group (Generation X). Enjoy everyone!

http://scars.tv/ccd.htm

Issue #1 Exercise Bowler posted

2010-07-01T08:41:00.000-07:00

The first issue of Exercise Bowler (Summer 2010) is up and running! A very big thank you to everyone who submitted your poetry - it looks great!

http://www.exercisebowler.site90.net/exercise_bowler.htm

Poem of the Week

2010-06-13T11:33:00.000-07:00

One Breath

One breath
sank into the dungeon's plumbing
exhaling a sunstroke

a talent relinquished
for nobody's sake
slowly groping
from memory

hiding a gemstone
not the Hope diamond

or a dollar store treasure
vanilla scented candle
perched over a
smiling gargoyle

waiting to dance with
the princess who walks by.

Poetry e-zine launch

2010-05-19T16:39:00.000-07:00

I am accepting submissions to "Exercise Bowler" right now. For those who are interested in contributing to the poetry e-zine, please click on the link below:

Exercise Bowler

Thank you to everyone who contributes!

BlazeVOX Spring 2010 Publication

2010-05-04T19:54:00.000-07:00

The BlazeVOX Spring 2010 issue is out! My poems are: Purple Stars Falling, Sailing in the Sky, Court Dance #30, and Pages On a Dream. To those reading, yes, Sailing in the Sky is an acrostic. Thanks for asking! :)Enjoy the poetry!

BlazeVOX

Upcoming Publication: BlazeVOX 2KX

2010-04-21T18:59:00.000-07:00

This will be my first appearance in BlazeVOX, one of the greatest literary journals on the Internet. The issue my work will be appearing in is Spring 2KX. This time around, four poems of mine have been accepted for publication. Thank you to everyone for your support!

BlazeVox

Poem to appear in Children Churches and Daddies

2010-04-13T14:52:00.001-07:00

I would like to thank Janet Kuypers for selecting my poem titled "When Daddy Comes Around" for publication in the July 2010 issue of Children Churches and Daddies. I have managed to lose track of how many times I have been published in this fantastic left-of-center literary publication. Thank you to all my supporters!

Children Churches and Daddies

Poem of the Week

2010-04-04T07:58:00.000-07:00

Easter in Florida

A sandhill crane with two babies sits in the middle of a meridian
drawing a crowd from drivers passing by the farms.

Fish swim near the surface of the lake
heads bobbing up and down in perfect unison
to the beat of a classic song by Mozart
softly playing in the background.

Two ibises sway to a much smoother tune
Ambrosia, singing to each other
how being the biggest part of me
brings a sunrise in your eyes
giving me a joy
that lasts throughout the year
not just at Easter.

Hafiz: The Scent of Light

2010-03-08T07:29:00.000-08:00

Having been a fan of Hafiz for a long time now, this book looks like a really great read for those peaceful moments when you want to get in touch with your inner divinity. Rumi may still remain the first Sufi poet that comes up in Sufi conversations, but Hafiz is closing in on him with popularity. I still read "The Gift" from time to time. "The Scent of Light" will no doubt become one of the best sellers for 2010 for those who are interested in following the Sufi path.

Poem of the Week

2010-02-14T06:31:00.001-08:00

Winter in February

Down south in the wintertime
a hint of spring lingers through the dark soil
shades of pink and white forming happy faces on the impatiens
whispering to each other by the lake when the warmer weather
would arrive and introduce new neighbors to them.

Soon tiny bulbs were planted nearby
tulips, crocuses, and hyacinths
not forgetting the bright yellow daffodils
excited to make new friends and talk about
their new lakeside home.

Poetry publication in Children Churches and Daddies

2010-01-05T06:52:00.000-08:00

January 2010 marks my sixth appearance in Children Churches and Daddies. My poem for this appearance is titled "Romancing the Babies." The prose quality is what makes this poem work so well. My profuse thanks to Janet Kuypers for always enjoying my work enough to print in her publication. And now, it is time for "Romancing the Babies"!

January 2010 Children Churches and Daddies

Edwin Arnold

2009-12-25T07:38:00.001-08:00

One of my favorite British poets is Edwin Arnold, who is well known for his poetry about East Asian religions. "The Light Of Asia" is one of my favorites and can be read at Project Gutenberg. Enjoy!

The Light of Asia

Turn Your Dream Into a Poem, Part 2

2009-12-25T07:29:00.000-08:00

With the notes from your dream in front of you, read them over and pick out any particular points you wish to emphasize in your poem. What you want to do is provide some type of lead-in at the beginning of your poem that will tell the reader this is based on a dream that you had. Poems based on dreams tend to have an ethereal quality to them which allows readers to experience and analyze what your dream may hold for you in terms of significance. As an example, see a segment from my poem below titled “The Perfect Real Estate” which appeared in the first issue of Aquapolis, June 2007:

The Perfect Real Estate

Heat coming out of the ground
wayward feet searching for the
right planet to land on
hopscotch from star to star
which family is the right one to join

not the one where your life
is behind your back
not the one where you
are significantly different
not the one where
they walk on their hands
all day long.

In this poem I draw from my own background experience which is integrated into the dream. After your lead-in is written down - and it can be anything from something to a mundane activity like going to the post office, to seeing a new work of art - you are ready to compose your poem. Once you integrate the notes from your dream, you want to establish continuity. This will not only keep your reader wanting to continue reading the poem, but also provide a tight story, regardless of how many elements of your dream are included. Since dreams in themselves tend to have a fantasy like quality to them, do not worry if your poem starts to seem unrealistic once you have composed it and read it over. Check your spelling for errors. Include punctuation where necessary, although you can include it in spots if you want to go the experimental route. If you wish, you can also include within the poem the actual date of your dream. Be creative and keep a record of your work so you can refer back to when you wrote it.

The Perfect Real Estate, copyrighted by Julie Kovacs, 2007.

Zoroastrian poems

2009-12-25T07:01:00.000-08:00

I thought I would share these with my readers:

The Sacred Fire

Yalda

Heaven on Earth

My first short story published!

2009-12-01T15:05:00.000-08:00

I am very happy to announce that my very first short story has been published by The Pepper Tree. The title of my story is: "The Baby Princess."

The Pepper Tree Magazine

This is a story about a baby princess who a king from long ago adopts as his own.

More information about the publication at:

The Herald Tribune

A huge thank you to all of my supporters!

Illogical Muse Winter 2009

2009-11-30T13:40:00.000-08:00

My poem titled "This Is A Milkshake?" has been published in the Winter 2009 issue of Illogical Muse. My thanks to Amber Rothrock for selecting my poem for publication. To read the poem, click the link below:

Illogical Muse

Enjoy!

Poem of the Week

2009-11-28T14:33:00.000-08:00

It's Here - No It's There

silence
dandelion fuzz floating
no sound of landing
on a squirrel's head.

Did you think I could be fooled?
It's always “she said” “she said” “she said”
alienating attendee
never going to any events

while that half-written poem
awaits printing
hungry for black ink
on a virgin paper
there is nothing else to be done

a half-eaten cupcake
on top of the LCD monitor
the cat sits on.

Copyright 2009 Julie Kovacs.

Poem of the Week

2009-11-09T16:45:00.001-08:00

The Stone Warriors

Four teeth from the dragon statue
were thrown upon the ground

stone warriors of the castle guardian
brought to life
flank
left right
right left
facing the gate
fearless gamer never turning away
obliterated each of them
cracking the whip of death.

Copyright 2009, Julie Kovacs. Not to be reproduced without permission from the author.

Turn Your Dream Into a Poem, Part 1

2009-11-09T16:38:00.000-08:00

This entry is part of a series on how to write poems:

Turn Your Dream Into a Poem, Part 1

Some people like to document what they dream of in a special journal, but dreams can also appear as part of a story or even a poem. For some people, composing a poem based on a dream may feel next to impossible, especially if only part of a dream is remembered, while the rest of it remains blacked out during our waking hours. Usually the most powerful dreams are memorable in detail, and they needn't be nightmares, either. Provided it is a wonderful enough dream, something that really is worth remembering, it is not hard to construct a plot for the poem that will essentially recount the dream to readers.

It has been said that poetry reflects the soul of the poet, and for many poets, this is nothing new. Poets draw their inspiration from many places and events; in my case, I draw much of my work from my own background, whether it is during the waking or sleeping hours, thus the title “The Biographical Poet.”

In this manner, poetry is a cathartic means as well as being able to communicate certain events of my life which no doubt will resonate with a number of readers out there. Life is not always a bowl of cherries, but when life hands you a lemon, you turn it into a poem. Getting back to dreams and writing a poem about one, following is an exercise for all writers and poets who think they are unable to write down in detail a dream they had last night.

Take out a piece of paper (or open your word processor). Do not write down any titles for your poem; always save the title after the poem is complete. In the first line, write down the one thing you remember most about the dream. It can be a house, a building, or even a church. Describe this in detail as best you can.

Starting a second paragraph, write down any conclusion you can remember in association with the dream. Even if details are foggy, include them in the document. By this time it is possible you may have remembered something else about the dream, so write that down either before the main subject of the dream, or afterwards, depending on where it occurred.

By now this may look like note taking for an English literature class on a poem taught in class. These notes, however, will eventually be crafted into a poem that is fluid and tell a story, however fantastic it may seem.

To be continued.

Poem of the Week

2009-10-26T12:57:00.001-07:00

The Swimming Bird

A funny looking bird poked his head up from the lake
before going under, swimming a few feet
and surfacing once again.

Looking for fish for his noonday meal
they avoid him by poking their heads
up above water right behind him
imitating his every move.

By the time the bird leaves the lake
and heads off for the bushes at twilight
the fish settle in their homes
until morning comes.

Poem of the Week

2009-10-09T17:04:00.001-07:00

By the Lake With a Heron

Sitting by a lake
sharing lunch with a snowy heron
munching on a tuna fish salad
evergreens shadow the bushes
where the birds sleep at night.

Paradise was never more peaceful
a lover and her beloved sitting on the grass
in front of the clouds forming a wall against the sky.

Copyright, 2009. Julie Kovacs

Poem of the Week

2009-09-20T13:15:00.000-07:00

Sunday at the Temple

The rain fell that Sunday afternoon
outside the temple where the eternal flame burned bright
the tiny hallway where red leather covered books were kept
saw a cat snoozing in a pool of light
the guardian of the temple
who kept mice away
and always received a portion of meat
shared by the priest
who always looked after her
when she was not greeting the worshipers who
came every week.

Introducing William Allingham

2009-09-09T08:13:00.001-07:00

I was first introduced to Allingham's poetry when I was very young. Some of his works appear in "The Magic Casement" but he has also written poems for adults, too, not just children. Born in Ireland in 1824 (some sources say 1828) he wrote delightful poems like "The Fairies", "The Leprechaun", and "Twilight Voices." This is poetry for the individual who loves delving into the world of fantasy and magic. I hope you enjoy his work as much as I do. His poetry can be read at Project Gutenberg:

Sixteen Poems, William Allingham

Silver Blade Poetry Publication

2009-09-08T08:41:00.000-07:00

"Landing on Island #2" is up! Silver Blade did a great job coordinating the background with my poem. Enjoy, everyone, and thank you for all of your support!

http://www.silverblade.net/issue4/landing.html

Poem of the Week

2009-09-07T14:50:00.000-07:00

Enjoy!

A Night at Camp

The campfire crackled as we lay
outside our tents on woven straw mats
watching the white moths flitter in and out
dancing like they were in a ballroom
our entertainment after our supper of
hotdogs and French fries
with cupcakes for dessert.

A river birch stood behind the fire
the colors of the bark showing brightly
in orange, pink, and lavender
while the leaves gently blew in the breeze.

I laid against your chest wondering if this
could be our outdoor castle
far away from everything else
at one with each other
in our own paradise.

Copyright 2009 Julie Kovacs. Not to be reproduced without permission from the author.

The Magic Casement

2009-09-05T13:50:00.001-07:00

"The Magic Casement" was one of my favorite poetry books as a child. Edited by Alfred Noyes, this book contained all kinds of poems pertaining to the world of enchantment: fairies, pixies, magic, goblins, and whatnot. Authors include: Shakespeare, John Lyly, Michael Drayton, Sir Walter Scott, Alfred Lord Tennyson, and Matthew Arnold, plus many more. The cover of the book was red with a beautiful gold design, including gold edging which was common on books during the late nineteenth century and early twentieth century, when this was first published. The original printing is hard to find - I bought my copy at a used library book sale - but the good news is the book can be read online. Click on the link below to read the text of "The Magic Casement":

The Magic Casement

I hope all of my readers enjoy one of my personal favorites!

Silver Blade Poetry publication

2009-09-02T13:58:00.001-07:00

A heads up to all of my regular poetry readers: I will have a poem published in Silver Blade, Issue 4. The poem's title is "Landing on Island #2." I am delighted that Silver Blade chose to publish this one since I have had it in my files for awhile now. A very big thank you to all of my supporters!

http://www.silverblade.net/

Poem of the Week

2009-09-01T20:21:00.000-07:00

Let Me Dream

When we first met you were a stranger
it took a long time for love to grow
once in full blossom it seemed to not
remain that way but grow fuller each year

the immortal plant living between heaven and earth
floating endlessly on the waters where there is nothing
to think about while having the moonlight dancing
off our bodies as we lay upon a sandbar
surrounded by dancing porpoises
singing from a far off land
by the time we awaken the next morning
we are back home
where we were before
lying on the grassy hill
overlooking fields of wandflowers, bluebells, and lupines.

Copyright 2009. Not to be reproduced without permission from the author.

In the Belly of the Beast Lexus Final Chapter Contest

2009-08-28T18:08:00.000-07:00

Back by popular demand, here is my submission to the Lexus "In the Belly of the Beast" Final Chapter Contest that ended with a winner and four honorable mentions in January 2009. The winning final chapter appears in the February 2009 issue of Lexus magazine, so if anyone has a copy they are willing to sell to me, please contact me. Thank you everyone for your support! J.K./M.H.

Finally At Home

Feeling anxious but self assured, Julia completed her first day on the job at Google. Her new boss, Merry Roma, turned out to be dynamic not only as a boss but as a real confidant, a rare quality in female bosses. The shoes she finally bought were from an outlet store off the highway where she and Terence stopped because he also wanted lunch. The only restaurant in sight was a Sonic, taking him back to the good old days of eating at drive-ins on Saturday nights. But they finally made it to their destination, and on time, because Julia wanted to look awake for the first day of her new job. Terence had stayed at home playing with Larry. Larry, the little dog that Julia remembered first seeing in a box with other heeler pups back in New Mexico where the man offered the dogs for free. The guy looked like he was from Boulder instead of New Mexico, Julia thought to herself. Hippie. Mountain hippie. Her refuge bringing and getting her through all kinds of minor stops, each time, driving farther away from each one. The jungle wedding in Las Vegas. Bwana Jim, the paper loincloths and general craziness of it all, feeling like two five year olds going through the motion of marriage just to play house. Not the Napa Valley wedding Julia had hoped to experience, and no chance of seeing Mr. Lowdown himself there, either. Driving home, Julia entered through the front door and found Terence playing with Larry on the floor, throwing him a blue ball which he chased and retrieved for Terence. It was that color blue, the same blue of the Beast.

“Hi Sweetheart. How was the Google job?” he asked her, as she kicked off her black shoes and collapsed onto the divan. She smiled at him and rubbed her feet with her right hand.

“It went well. I even talked to my boss. Mexico. Merry said she lived in San Felipe for a year and loved it. A real tropical utopia. Guess what? We can go there, too, in three months. I can finish this one major project at Google then get some time off. And we can bring Larry with us, too. What do you think?”

Terence looked at her as he thought over what she just said to him. He had a little, enigmatic smile on his face, looking just like the character of Otto from the 1953 film Houdini. He really wanted to stay where they are now for awhile, so that he could at least get a job teaching about cannibals in Los Angeles. At UCLA, of course – where else? “What do I think?” he slowly repeated as he gently stroked Larry's head. “I think I should at least give you the good news, Julie. I received a call from Auntie M&M. The spell she cast will help find a cure for AIDS, which is why Brian gave me the package to make sure it was hand delivered to her. The Cannibal Man to the rescue, not losing sight of what he is supposed to do. But now Julia was on her feet, pattering down the hallway of their new home to the bedroom where she quickly took off her work clothes and threw on a pair of Levis and a white knit pullover. She returned to the living room and put on the television set. Terence was in the kitchen making cinnamon cappuccino for them. He yet had to mention what he did all day besides play with Larry, who really looked more like a Paco than a Larry to Julia. But he returned, handing her the porcelain cup she got last Christmas, red in color with white clouds on it. Clouds that looked like they belonged in the east coast sky, not the sky of southern California. The cappuccino was hot and not too spicy, just the way she liked it. “I remember how Peter liked the same cappuccino. In fact, he showed me how to make it. That, along with tatting. The coffee I can do but not the tatting.” Wasn't there anything else Terence was able to talk about besides cappuccino and tatting, Julia thought. I can just picture it, The Cannibal Man tatting doilies to be placed on cherry wood dressers.

“I have an idea, Terence, why don't we eat out tonight? It doesn't have to be anywhere fancy so I don't have to change clothes again.” Julia noticed Terence was wearing his jeans with a gray polo shirt. Terence wondered if Julia had a diner in mind. As if he read her mind, she responded, “A burger or sandwich will do.” Terence was hoping to treat her to a real meal complete with wine and caviar to celebrate her first day on the job. But, if all she wanted was a hamburger... his thoughts trailed back to Peter, thinking the only reason he was happy with Brian is because he did not have to put up with a female. Mom, the queen cougar of them all. A batch of Press-a-Pennies with the Lord's Prayer embossed on them. What was Terence to think? He was supposed to be happy with Julia, and while he was happy for her getting the Google job at the west coast office, his brain was in Cannibal Land, according to Julia. Terence didn't think he had the potential to become a vorarephile and he was fairly sure that Julia didn't, either. Terence did not want to admit to himself that his wife would be making more money than he, and he was the one with the PhD between them. Putting on his shoes, Terence saw Julia stand before him with her car key in her left hand, asking him if he was ready to go. Outside, standing in front of the IS F, they took off down the road, to a diner for supper and then, bed.
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August 28 Poem of the Week

2009-08-28T14:47:00.000-07:00

Dragonfly Realm

Two red dragonflies led us down the path
deep into the woods
where their home by the pond lay.

There was a delicate giggle behind us
was it from the wood sprites?
that eventually disappeared into thin air
just like the smoke from a log cabin beyond
the forest's edge.

A much louder laugh - no, a bark
dissipated into the air
coming from the prairie dogs
cheerily celebrating the night air
as the sun went down in the west.

Copyright 2009 Julie Kovacs. Not to be reprinted without permission from the author.

Silver Moonbeams and The Emerald Grail

2009-08-23T12:02:00.000-07:00

Even though these appear on my main website, I will repost them here with eventual links in the sidebar. Thank you to everyone who looks at my work!

The Emerald Grail. Julie's second book of poetry. Some of the poems in this book have already appeared in other literary publications in print and electronic media. A delightful collection of poetry.

Silver Moonbeams: Dream Lover. Poems from the heart speaking to the Beloved.

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

2009-08-21T10:58:00.000-07:00

"The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson", edited by Thomas H. Johnson, is a comprehensive book of Emily's poetry and contains every poem she wrote during her lifetime. Only a very few of her poems were published when she was alive, perhaps due to her peers and publishers not recognizing her brilliant work as being innovative during the nineteenth century. Emily remains a favorite today for many Americans. This book is something that should be a part of every poetry lover's collection. Available from Amazon for $14.95.

Poem of the Week Feature

2009-08-19T16:12:00.000-07:00

Poem of the Week

I have decided to start a “Poem of the Week” feature in my blog. Every week I will post a poem I wrote that will not appear anywhere else. Enjoy this week's feature!

On a Fall Picnic in 2009

The mountaintop sang
sounding like a bass
without any vocal accompaniment.

Slowly
the
sound
decreased
a
faint
tiny
whistle
heard
from
a
train
in
the
next
town
over.

It followed me
everywhere I went,
the local post office
the library
the new artisan shop
where sterling silver
was made to be displayed
on the living room fireplace mantle.

One sterling teapot sang the same song
when it was full of hibiscus tea and shared
with the unexpected guests,
a local family of rabbits and a dragonfly,
who drank the tea after the picnic
on a Wednesday afternoon during the fall of 2009.

Sixty Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz

2009-08-10T11:24:00.000-07:00

Hafiz has long been one of my favorite poets in the world of Sufi poetry. Below is one of his books worth reading if you love Sufi poetry:

A brief description:

To Persians, the fourteenth-century poems of Hafiz are not classical literature from a remote past, but cherished love, wisdom, and humor from a dear and intimate friend. Perhaps, more than any other Persian poet, it is Hafiz who most fully accesses the mystical, healing dimensions of poetry. Daniel Ladinsky has made it his life's work to create modern, inspired translations of the world's most profound spiritual poetry. Through Ladinsky's translations, Hafiz's voice comes alive across the centuries singing his message of love.Daniel Ladinsky is the translator of The Giftand Love Poems from God. For six years he lived with the family of Meher Baba in a spiritual community in western India.

This book will make a great addition to any collection of Sufi or Persian literature.

Poems from Purple Dream

2009-08-08T17:49:00.001-07:00

Here are some poems that appeared in Purple Dream and the dates published:

Published August 2007:

Running With Rabbits

Signaling with my extended right pinky to
the ferret waving to me he picked

up on my code signal and ran into the kitchen
to bring me a glass of grapefruit juice
and a piece of vanilla cake.

Jumping into my lap for chin scratching and
words of reward what he really wanted

to hear was if he was going to finally get a new
BMW for his birthday so he could cruise

around town and pick up the most popular bunnies.

Published December 2007:

Walls

Four walls surrounding me
four white walls with no windows and one small doorway
walls bare of any pictures or paintings
the walls start to look like prison bars
suffocating space
even though I can walk around
and enter and exit the doorway
into a room with another four walls like the first one.

A caged animal feels freer
lurking around the corner of the wall
where the doorway leads to the cell where I sleep.

Did I say cell?
I meant room, of course.
I would never be placed into a cell
with nowhere to go
nothing to do or see
when I have my best friends
with me all the time
living on the ceiling to floor shelves
Sand, Maupassant, Colette and Zola
in residence free of rent or lease
owned and loved by me
there is always more room
within these walls for new residents
next week, Dumas and Flaubert are moving in with me.

Published December 2007:

Interspecific Apposition

Peacock vibrant azure
glanced at me displaying
his tail enigmatic smile

a pickup line normally
common only this one
spoke into my heart

the bar I met him at
offered nectar created
by the butterflies

served by dragonflies
tending the intoxicating drinks
whispering among themselves

how he came here once
a week on the same time
at the same time seeking

that one perfect mate
craning his neck he faced me
investigating my appearance

and inquiring about my health
he wanted to be sure his
potential mate would be able to

provide him with the attention
needed and a successor immortal
when his tail delicately brushed

my right cheek signifying it
was time to leave with him
leaving the bar I followed him

back to his nesting ground
when he blinked his eyes at me
and finally spoke,

“Thank you for being the vessel
of my life.”

Published January 2008:

Today’s Event

The letter at the bottom of the stairs
had the right address on it
from down south where
my cousin’s best friend
went to college
to study chemistry and rhetoric.

He was the only guy I knew who
read Diderot as a hobby and
collected medieval artwork
of fabulous animals
that visited Alfred’s court.

Once we got to know each other
he extensively shared memories
of his days at Hampden Sydney
and never forgot to mention
every time how he was the center
for the basketball team
and never missed a game during
his entire academic career.

He once sang the entire catalog of
Queen songs for a contest during spring break
winning first place and the prize was
a fortune cookie from the Chinese take out
restaurant over on Fifth Street.

More often than not he would visit me
first when he came to town, even before
he went to the automotive store
to look at the new radials.

Published February 2008:

Fervent Dulcitude

Conversation entailing words unexplored
one person observing in silence

peering into a territory forbidden to
discover a monster unleashed

a heavy door quickly shut and bolted
intrusion prevented soon enough

a rare beautiful flower nurtured to its
fullest growth happy in a house

every day a celebration with
a salad and corn on the cob

filet mignons French fries with cookies and cakes
for dessert while sitting in front

of a fireplace descending into a world
secure free from stress and obstacles

to our shimmering limbs welded into a
solitary container vibrating

constantly changing shape but never
cracking open to release

this feeling of quiescence supreme.

Published March 2008:

Sealed Affection

Two swans on a crystal lake
the female of the birds leans over
to nuzzle her mate for life
necks embracing feathers
gently caressing creating sparks
of desire while the lucid breeze
among the cypress trees
dances in the sky

clouds disappear behind the
two moons shining upon
each of the birds transformed
into two spirits floating
through eternity.

Published April 2008:

Meeting Through the Glass

Billowing pillow upright in front of my face
perfect for me to smother my frustrations in
rubbing to the left
rubbing to the right
rubbing up
rubbing down
hands covering
strong sweet refuge

transformation into living
breathing warmth
permanent lingering
across space and time

unexpected always present
repeatedly solicited squeezes
unique from the giver himself.

Published May 2008:

Midnight Stroll

Awoken early in the twilight morning
by the tepid air breathe scintillating
particles upon my face
I felt my heartbeat slow after
exultation the touch that never
left the night before
that was the same feeling
potentiate since it commenced
two years ago
obliteration of tiny insignificant
particles extraneous
useless and undue
for our present arrangement
being at one
divorced from the grasp of
super curious eyes mouths and hands
that have unknowingly been shielded
by an impervious wall unseen by
everyone but us.

Published May 2008:

Bold Journey

A narrow dirt road winding around a lake
lined by tall grass leading through a forest
where the party resides among the unseen
people laughing drinking nectar from the
honeysuckle trees and garlands of wildflowers
tossed about each person’s neck bidding farewell
to each passerby who stopped to join but had
a more pressing engagement further up the road
empty spots by the sides were a combination of
bleak and lively too common for the traveler
to want to take part of.

Winding up to a small hill the path is covered
by a whipped sugar fog welcoming an appropriate
end right up to five small headstones
each one read slowly anticipation of my own name
on the last one where I am supposed
to be buried but I am not.

Published July, 2008:

Flight Into Watery Space

New shoes with heels in the clouds
747 forty fighter jets
circling in harmonious speed
straight down the runway
feet racing
trajectory parallel
sight speeding through a tunnel
ninety miles per hour
headfirst the temperature of the water
changing from warm to cold to warm
to boiling slowly emerging
cleansed whole
scent of marigolds and lilacs
sprinkled forth from a void
collecting into a pool at
the bottom of my feet.

Published July, 2008:

Two Cicadas

Two cicadas hovered
above the lilac leaves
past their season
one hopped onto
page 112 of a psychology book
while the other
gazed at a painting
by Rousseau, "The Waterfall",
thinking that
one of the grass huts
was the honeymoon home
just for them.

All poems Copyright 2007-2009 Julie Kovacs. Not to be reproduced without consent from the author.

Some fantasy poems and more.

2009-08-07T17:47:00.000-07:00

Here are a few more you might enjoy if you are into fantasy poetry:

The Snowy Top of Kilimanjaro

Walking Down the Longest Street of My Life

Evaporating Sounds

Green Desert Garden

Inside the Lair of the Dragon

Shadows Creeping Into the Ceiling

Twilight Sprites

Having It All

The Castle On the Island

The Small Room In the Chapel

Art and Poetry

2009-08-07T17:31:00.001-07:00

I figure I would add some links to what I think is some really fabulous poetry composed for some famous works of art. Enjoy!

To H'suan Tsung's "Kittens"

To Henri Rousseau's "The Waterfall"

To Hieronymus Bosch's "Death and the Miser"

To Marc Chagall's "The Juggler"

To Saint Longinus

To Jean Chardin's "House of Cards"

Hey Hello Hi

2009-08-07T17:09:00.000-07:00

"Hey Hello Hi" was published in The Flask Review in March 2007:

Hey Hello Hi

No one is making eye contact

crowded together

on the sidewalk

catching the hawkers

trying to pass off fake

designer handbags

for the real thing

eyes looking upwards

at the sky

for spaceships

hidden behind

a cumulus cloud

alien eyes peeping out

of windows the size of

a candy bar

looking for

the best spot to buy

an ice cream cone

to bring home

so they can re-create

the secret to human happiness.

Garden Party and The Perfect Real Estate

2009-08-07T17:03:00.000-07:00

"Garden Party" and "The Perfect Real Estate" were published in the June 2007 issue of Aquapolis:

Garden Party

Turning off

silent

surrounded by

unpleasant sounds

free to get up and move

walk

but walk away

never towards

into that

noose left for me

wisely avoided

flying away into

the sky free

freer

upon entering

the square hole

left open for me

by Eric

who gave me

the most important song

I will ever hear

sparkling blue eyes

smiled

when I said “Thank you”

to him

never waving goodbye

always saying hello.

The Perfect Real Estate

Heat coming out of the ground

wayward feet searching for the

right planet to land on

hopscotch from star to star

which family is the right one to join

not the one where your life

is behind your back

not the one where you

are significantly different

not the one where

they walk on their hands

all day long.

One coming

three going

how many bedrooms

were locked and boarded up

continuous hallways

leading to doorways

of other dimensions

inviting a new resident.

Floating above the

emerald hills down the streets

past open air markets

natural coves where

a private tea party

can be given and

joyous laughter exchanged.

A new school on opening day

completely modernized

with up to date technology

and bright white walls

impressionist art scattered

around here and there

curriculum material inclusive

thought provoking

exploring uncharted regions

of the human mind where

the most welcoming home

has vacancy for

the lost and forlorn

peace and security

watery orbs relegated

far below into the ground

where they belong with death.

Preservation

2009-08-07T17:01:00.000-07:00

"Preservation" was published in the June 2007 issue of Good Intentions:

Preservation

Peace inside

an earthquake cannot disrupt

warm comfort

a Hawaiian island breeze

the salt from the ocean

cleanses the body

the soul cleansed by the

coconut juice

dribbling from the waterfall

into the sky.

After the Night

2009-08-07T16:59:00.000-07:00

"After the Night" was published in the July 1, 2007 issue of The Persistent Mirage:

After the Night

Laying there looking around

not seeing anything

not seeing the television

not seeing the window

not seeing what is on the other side of the window

not seeing a world past the window

not seeing anything but blood

streaming out of the mouth like a waterfall

creating a black puddle on the floor

black nothing but black

creating a flood indoors

and outdoors

drowning the roses

drowning the pansies

drowning the lilies and irises

drowning my whole life out

the blood dries

and empties through the pit

where love, trust and hope lay at the bottom

beneath the layers of humanity

lost and remain uncovered

until the cold marble of my skin

is warmed by your gentle touch

holding onto me

even though I am falling

I never fall too far

into the vat of blood

from your heart

that comforts protects

and provides the best security

that can only come with

the silence of your skin

blanketing my soul.

Arm's Length

2009-08-07T16:57:00.000-07:00

"Arm's Length" was published in the September 2007 issue of The Barfing Frog:

Arm’s Length

Holding at arm’s length

a glass of water

a book I love to read

a candy bar

a donut

a hamburger

ice cream

and French fries.

Snickering over things not healthy

or good for me

denouncing enemies

wanting to cause me hurt

and stomach pains

not bothering to wonder why

there is so much snarling and growling

inside of me

I figured that bears and lions have taken up residence

in my intestines.

Pot of Gold and Trading Favors

2009-08-07T16:53:00.000-07:00

"Pot of Gold" and "Trading Favors" appeared in the November 2007 issue of Elegant Thorn Review:

Pot of Gold

Two heads facing downward

through the clouds contemplated

making a new world no concrete

skyscrapers or highways

exist supplanted by

fields of grass rock gardens

waterfalls splashing water

into ponds with small groups

of rocks each time

water covered a rock

the rock wailed

unheard by surrounding

waters moving backward

while the rock moved forward

unobserved by anyone

except the two radiant faces

leaving a rainbow surrounding

the rock in a bow

and a gold coin on the top

unremovable by anyone except the rock.

Trading Favors

Escaping from highway gridlock on route 10 south

I hopscotch across the mountain tops

off into forests of job offers

shirts and skirts with my label on them

smiles that say comfort and ease

a coat of warmth that says thank you

for not using my coat from a four-legged

friend who used to be fed a bottle of formula

as an infant and played catch with a toy rubber ball

that belonged to my old ferret named Mandy.

Only twice now I didn’t notice when someone

wore a black cocktail dress of mine

but that was because I was too busy enjoying

chocolate truffles and herbal tea

made by the two gracious ladies.

"Pot of Gold" and "Trading Favors" are Copyrighted 2007 by Julie Kovacs. Not to be reproduced without consent from the writer.

Fake Mission from Cherry Bleeds

2009-08-07T16:50:00.001-07:00

"Fake Mission" was published in the November 2007 issue from Cherry Bleeds:

Fake Mission

Calendar falling off the refrigerator

half a pie uncovered tiny bite marks left in the crust

Pooki watched her favorite riveting television show

the shepard returned before dusk

no new wood for the evening cut

and laid on top of the DVD player

amid the stale popcorn and nacho chips

four masked ballet dancers

stood at the front door

Bibles in hand.

My website

2009-08-07T16:46:00.001-07:00

My website, The Biographical Poet, has a new address. It can be viewed at:

http://www.biographicalpoet.comxa.com/intro.htm

Poems to be published here

2009-08-07T16:33:00.000-07:00

Since a number of my previously published poems have been with sites that are now defunct, I have decided to reprint my work here. This blog will also be used for any other notifications of my work that do not appear on my website, The Biographical Poet. Enjoy!