The Ramingo’s Porch – “Anything You Want” A Poem By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Anything You Want

You can have anything you want,
the clouds are mine and so is the rain.
I will take the lightning and the thunder
that scares the horses.

The clear blue skies are yours as
well as the polluted rivers and streams
I have no use for. You can have anything,
but not the rain.

Leave those clouds to me, so gloomy and
grey. Those raindrops are all mine.
The fortune in every bank
you can keep, but not the rain.

You can have the heavens above,
just get off of my cloud. There is
nothing else I want, but the clouds
and the rain are all mine.

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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His most recent book, Make the Water Laugh, will be published in 2021 by Rogue Wolf Press. His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, 1870, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Webzine.

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Bluffs Run” A Poem By J. Archer Avary

BLUFFS RUN

her old man was scary
he looked like a tough guy
a possible mafioso
he wore a ring on his pinky
and went to the dog track
every Wednesday
to bet on the greyhounds
he left her home alone
and she invited me over to
listen to music and
for unprotected sex
such a teenage delight
Wednesdays became my
favourite day of the week
I remember her bedroom
walls festooned with
Absolut adverts
ripped from the pages
of fashion magazines
she was younger than me
but also much faster
sadly these Wednesdays
couldn’t last forever
her family moved to Florida
but the dogs kept chasing
the mechanical rabbit
around the track
and in many ways, so did I

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J. Archer Avary (he/him) is a former TV journalist. His writing has appeared in Riot Act Mag, Burnt Breakfast Mag, Under the Bleachers, Horse Egg Literary, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, The Beatnik Cowboy, Green Ink Poetry, and Potato Soup Journal. He lives on a tiny island in the English Channel. Twitter: @j_archer_avary

The Ramingo’s Porch – “this sadness is an ancient creature” & “White Privilege, Cops and Knees” Two Poems By Beau Blue

this sadness is an ancient creature

A year of plague,
A year of fire storms,
of the deaths of clever
friends and brothers,
of being a refugee,
of watching confused citizens,
watching the angry mob swarm.
pestilence and famine
draw differences so sharp
inequalities come glaring
into life and death relief
the mob is here to bargain
do you care
what you believe?

The Ramingo’s Porch – “While the Wind Howls” A Poem By Ken Allan Dronsfield

While the Wind Howls

Flames reflected within the cat’s eye
a glass of spirits awaits a parched soul
wool socks are warming my chilled feet
the old dog listens while the wind howls.
My teapot whistles in a shrieking pitch
inside our little cabin on a snowy night
as the loneliness wreaks of rumination
harsh stares come from my napping dog.
The pen flows smooth on a poets night;
imagination tickles the swirling mind,
as images of acute emotional darkness
seek the shadowed voice from within.
The storm rages as we huddle by the fire.
The cat now naps but, with an eye open;
a field mouse creeps on the windowsill.
My metal snow shovel falls with a clamor
and everyone jumps as the storm howls.

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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He is a graduate of the Community College of the Air Force with an Associate’s Degree in Law Enforcement. He has six poetry collections to date; ‘The Cellaring’, ‘A Taint of Pity’, ‘Zephyr’s Whisper’, ‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’, ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’ and his latest collaborative chapbook with Poet Blanca Alicia Garza titled, ‘Inamorata at Twilight. Ken’s been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. He was First Prize Winner for the 2018 and 2019, Realistic Poetry International Nature Poetry Contests. He has recently begun producing Creative Content on his YouTube channel and has had wonderful success sharing his poetry and has realized anice following. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, coin collecting and spending time with his rescue cats Willa and Yumpy.

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Words Flow Like A River” A Poem By J. J. Campbell

words flow like a river

there are days where
my ego just wants to
lay back and let the
genius flow
that fucker thinks
this shit is easy
i just snap my fingers
and the words flow
like a river
those are the rare
occasions
the rest of the time
is stuck down there
with the scars and
pain
memories that would
make a serial killer
blush at times

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J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been published most recently in Dumpster Fire Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy and The Black Shamrock Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)