Sway

DCIM100GOPROGOPR0034.JPG

(Make the Two as One)


Sway
 
Why did humanity cross the road?
Because we longed to breathe fresh air again.
 
Some said there was no other choice
but to set the ships toward Mars,
but, my God!,
I’d rather hang around
and ride the next wave
as earth regains its rhythm
and begins to rise again.
 
Some said the blackout was certain
as the curtains continued falling day by day,
but sweet salvation
would never close down Broadway
until the final act
on every street
reaches fever pitch.
 
Some said we’re due a fire, a flood, a quake, a storm
as fault lines wrench and come undone,
but the colors of hallelujah
keep singing holy all the while
until the harshest shift settles down
and new electric vibrations start to sway.
 
Why did humanity cross the road?
Because evolution was never snuffed out of survival’s DNA.

(Crossing Over)

DCIM100GOPROGOPR0044.JPG

Translated Poems in Afrikaans

It was quite an honor and thrill to have two poems of mine translated into the Afrikaans language by my dear friend, Don Beukes. “Detoxification” and “Transcending Definitions” can be read here at his website.
 
An even cooler surprise was learning that he recorded recitations of my translated work on his SoundCloud page. His wonderful versions can be listened to at these links:
 
Ontgiftiging (Detoxification)
Definisies Sonder Perke (Transcending Definitions)
Don Beukes - salamander logo 2
To find out more about Don’s work, please check out this in-depth interview he did for a recent Showcase Spotlight here at 17Numa where he talked about his life and debut poetry book, The Salamander Chronicles.

Snapshot of Sweet Salvation by Scott Thomas Outlar

Cheers and thank you to Melanie Wolfe and Inigo Online Magazine for publishing my poem “Snapshot of Sweet Salvation” recently…

Grass stains in my mind
where I tripped through your thoughts
for a flash, for an instant,
for a moment
captured (click-click) in time.

Big hope on the wire
where birds balance their souls
with a feather, with a fire,
with a heart
fluttering (kiss-kiss) across the scales.

Rain drops through the sky
where the winter takes aim
with a shiver, with a shake,
with a dose
melting (drip-drip) on wet tongues.

War hawks on the rise
where the old gods have fallen
for a ruse, for a hoax,
for a hope
cutting (snip-snip) through illusions.

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has received nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Scott serves as an editor for The Blue Mountain Review, Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Peregrine Muse…

View original post 2 more words

Two Poems | by Scott Thomas Outlar

Thank you to Communicators League for publishing two of my poems recently…

Communicators League

Midnight Wonder/Wander

 

Head in the clouds,

soul on the brink

of salvation and/or annihilation

at any/every moment.

The signs in the sky

appear to point out our future in space.

The signs in my mind

seek to find the path home to source.

But the signs on the street

are marketed for entirely different ends,

singing their songs about realtors

who have erected

new neighborhoods

as far as the eye can see

in this suburban wonderland

(Call Alice;

she might know

the truth by now).

Chopping down trees,

chasing deer

from their home.

Come meet me at midnight,

my friend;

we’ll stare straight

into heaven’s void together.

I too know

what it is

to roam.


Taxing the System

Rain –

soaked to the marrow,

to the soil,

to the point

past saturation.

God –

whispering the truth,

a little too loose

for the likes

of falling angels.

Roots –

View original post 81 more words

Author Scott Thomas Outlar: Platitudes toward Paradise

Cheers and thank you to Raja Williams for posting this excerpt from Happy Hour Hallelujah at the CTU Publishing site recently…

Creative Talents Unleashed

It has been said

a time or two

that the early bird

gets the worm,

so I’m up with the dawn

to dive into the dirt,

rip into the soil,

and tear apart the Earth

until I get mine.

I’ve heard it spoken

by three or thirty

that nothing is ever easy,

so I’m breathing deeply

until perfect mindfulness

completely engulfs my psyche

and I become able

to laugh at and be thankful

for every little challenge

that helps toughen my resolve

toward the enlightenment I seek.

Some people sing

about how chaos leads to order

in this experience

full of pain and pleasure,

and I couldn’t agree more,

so I raise my voice on high

with the symphony of the spheres,

praising this precious life

for all its ups and downs

as I rise and fall

in rhythm with each stage

that guides me along

toward the fate etched…

View original post 161 more words

Bright Light

Slate

Wipe me clean
without Clorox or bleach
just simple honesty

Sanitation is next to salvation
in some circles

Sacred vowels
squeak
ooh and ah
before sighing

Little spaces in the corner
dusted off
brought to surface
made to shine

Lord, help me find
the right words
to tithe

All I have
left to offer
are my dreams


The sun is fierce, and I like it. Thank you to my family and friends. Thank you to everyone who supports my work. Thank you to everyone who helps keep me inspired. Selah

Featured Image -- 3824
Happy Hour Hallelujah is available here through CTU Publishing

March Recap … Setting Forth

I mustn’t be held responsible for the poems that leak from my pen. They just are. It just is. It’s all in good fun, even the bits about chaos and revolution.
 
I does not necessarily refer to me. That’s part of the point of being an artist for fuck’s sake.
 
In the moment you stop taking everything so seriously, you realize just how truly important everything really is.
Looking Down
I’d like to thank all the editors associated with these 17 venues for accepting and/or publishing my work in March:
 
Dissident Voice, ELSiEiSY, Medusa’s Kitchen, CTU Publishing, Piker Press, Visual Verse, Leaves of Ink, Dime Show Review, Episteme, GloMag, Tuck Magazine, Communicators League, Duane’s PoeTree, Nat’s Writings, Inigo Online, Into the Void Magazine, and Our Poetry Archive.
 
Audio from my set at the Visions of Verse event that was hosted by The Southern Collective Experience in March can be heard here on SoundCloud. That was one of the major highlights of the month, though I’ve been smiling an awful lot lately, which helps one good day run right into the next.
 
April is a time of expansion. Forward movement toward the ripened fruits of spring. There are beautiful things afoot. I wish everyone a happy, healthy, inspired, bountiful month ahead! Selah