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Poehemian Press
Poehemians - Issue I (2012)

The Couple, Blindly In Love
By Isabalino Anastasio Guzman

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Holy Cow
By Chris Perry

How unusual this land of new sands
the men adore me
falling on robed knees at just my presence
so unlike the hills of my homeland

I’ve seen many brothers led to demise,
heard their cries erupt from blood-red barn
taken by fellows not unlike these
with bleached white faces

one voyage across vast, blue fields so rough
to where the very stars have realigned
watching masses weep when one, such as I,
misfortune meets, crying over spilt milk
and the blood of beef

Flowers
By Eric Chase

He bought them and put them
In a vase
They slumbered on the table
With a green tablecloth
They were for someone
Special
They wilted
They cried
They Died
Buried on a table
With a green tablecloth

A Modern American Tomb
By Neil Ellman

(after mixed media by Dylan Egon)

When the archaeologists dug him up
from his tomb where Forest Lawn used to be
his bones were neatly displayed
like bric-a-brac in an étagère,
a jeweled crucifix at his side;
an electric guitar on which he surely played
paeons to his other gods;
Coca-Cola, sour mash whiskey, cigarettes
used at orgiastic feasts and festivals;
a watch to tell the time of day
even in the afterlife
and gun to keep the rabble at bay.

He must have been the King of America
the scientists thought,
buried with such pomp and opulence
or just an average man
interred with the toys he loved so much.


Pompei
By Terry McGoldrick


My dreams are like
the cremated remains of Pompei;
hardly recognizable, in no way retrievable
and none exist to inspire
any succeeding day.


Left to the scientists to uncover-
with their fine haired
brushes
and delicate chisels;
and their hammers remove
layers of time
compressed;

while I pray to a
Being
often not recognizable yet
essentially, retrievable–
and to whom my sins are
confessed.

For only one more
DREAM,
that does not solve
but points me
in a way–
that will simply let me
last so much longer,
than the volcanic covered
Pompei.

The Galleries of the Rain
By Colin Dodds


The rocks protrude and elude resemblance,
but allude and allude to something,
like a speaker who doesn’t want to be held to what he says

Orange stones bask and brazenly insinuate
human races too good to live, human races too vicious to survive,
cities where gods and men broke bread, and lastly, the vast,
faceless geological fable

Shattered sphinxes and zeppelin ports are all that remain
of an illicit, divine coition abandoned at the moment
the seabeds were raised and carved to statuaries,
the statuaries melted to nonsense

In the end, it’s more than you think it is
and less than you think it is,
reads a message sent to me in the desert

The canyon where the Indians say the world was born
now buzzes with lawnmowers,
echoes with the barks of tourist children

Among the tri-fold brochures
and minimum key replacement costs, the silence ululates
It starts as a ringing in the ears and moves down the neck
And something does come of it

Soon, I will return home to the innumerable forms
like the stain in the tub, the bruise on my ass
that would be beautiful
if I didn’t know what they were


Poehemian (adj.): a poet or artist who does not adhere to the norm; a bohemian of poetry or art; a poet or artist who is quite possibly (subconsciously or consciously) inspired by the great Edgar Allan Poe.

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"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night." -Edgar Allan Poe


"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant." -Edgar Allan Poe


"The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world." -Edgar Allan Poe


"The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words."
-Edgar Allan Poe


"Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'" -Edgar Allan Poe


"It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream." -Edgar Allan Poe



"There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm." -Edgar Allan Poe


"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty." -Edgar Allan Poe



"Never to suffer would never to have been blessed." -Edgar Allan Poe


"It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve." -Edgar Allan Poe


"All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry." -Edgar Allan Poe


"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat." -Edgar Allan Poe


"We loved with a love that was more than love." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Sound loves to revel in a summer night." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute." -Edgar Allan Poe


"To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome." -Edgar Allan Poe


"The object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attainable in prose." -Edgar Allan Poe



"And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams, Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams -- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Can it be fancied that Deity ever vindictively, Made in his image a mannikin merely to madden it?"



"The most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as if by electric sympathy." -Edgar Allan Poe


"The customs of the world are so many conventional follies." -Edgar Allan Poe


"Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been." -Edgar Allan Poe



"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence— whether much that is glorious— whether all that is profound— does not spring from disease of thought— from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect." -Edgar Allan Poe


"The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn,—not the material of my every-day existence-- but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself." -Edgar Allan Poe












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