Friday, October 9, 2015

Featuring Young Writer--Anushi Varma--United States

Ode to my Friends

They're right behind me,
and in front of me.
A girl who introduced sports to me.
A girl who likes movies like me.
Our families are similar,
Yet we live a river of asphalt away.

I tasted their spiced "Fanta"
And I see a green iPhone and homemade crafts.
I smell fried bananas and hear their laughing and modern music.
The bark of a tame pet makes me alert.
I feel my fingers type up a text.

My smile expands when my friend spikes a balloon.
We discuss movies and shows and whisper our secrets.
We laugh at ourselves enjoying the fantastic life in front of us.
My friends are like my family.
Their influence gives me sunlight to brighten my day.

Anushi Varma is 11 years old and in 6th grade at Still Middle School. She is a voracious reader and very good at drawing, painting, craftwork and writing books and journaling. After 7 years at the piano, she has now taken up the ‘cello.

Spider’s...--By Jan Allison--United Kingdom

Spider’s exercise
Abseiling down silken threads
Moonlight casts shadows

Jan Allison is a relative newcomer to poetry. She didn’t start writing poetry until her husband was diagnosed with prostate cancer and underwent surgery at the end of 2013. She wrote her first poem ‘Splendid Isolation’ whilst he was in hospital. Since then has discovered a love of poetry and has written over 500 poems. Jan also wrote collaboratively with her writing partner Darren Watson under the name Jadazzle United.

Bless Your Pea Pickin’ Heart--By Celine Rose Mariotti--United States

Bless Your Pea Pickin’ Heart

Bless your pea pickin’ heart,
That’s what Tennessee Ernie Ford
Would always say,
I watched his show religiously every day,
Back in 1965,
I’d come home from Kindergarten,
And turn on the TV,
To watch good ole Tennessee,
He was a good man with that great bass voice,
I loved to hear him sing “Sixteen Tons”,
“Red Roses for a Blue Lady” and many more,
I loved the wonderful stories he told,
Most of all I loved the way he ended the show,
“Bless Your Pea Pickin’ Heart!”

Celine Rose Mariotti is an accomplished writer whose work has appeared in magazines all over the USA, Canada, England, Scotland, Australia and India. Some of those magazines include: Green’s Magazine, Poet’s Review, Poet’s Art, Tombigbee, Hindu Young World, Magnolia Quarterly, Lone Stars Magazine, Pablo Lennis, Coffee Ground Breakfast, Pink Chameleon and many more. She has had six books published. She plays the guitar and banjo; has her own home business and lives with her family in Shelton,CT.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Those Were the Days--By George L. Ellison--England

Those Were the Days

English rural country life
Hear church bells toll, See birds take flight
As I wander down the hedge-lined lane
Thinking of my youth again

Hurrying to do my chores
Then playing conkers with the boy next door
Staying out till fall of night, do I have to come in?
Yes, it’s bath-time, all right?

Until tomorrow, I’ll see you again,
All right, till then, I should go in.
Those were the days, when we’d run and hide,
We’d leave our doors open wide.

No one thought to rob you then,
There was nothing much to steal,
Unlike in this present day, 
When they’d take whatever they see.

I still look at the old days, through rose tinted glasses,
When the boys were the lads and the girls were the lasses.
If only the circle, could turn back again,
But unlike our successors, we can all but dream!

George L. Ellison is a writer of poetry and  short stories. He as published two books called Poetic Reminiscences and Weaving Words.  George lives with his wife and dogs in Chester-Le-Street, County Durham in England. He is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance. He is currently working on his new project as well as learning to play the saxophone at the Sage Gateshead!

Dust and Cobwebs--By Robert A. Dufresne--United States

Dust and Cobwebs

Cobwebs catching settling dust,
they save me much work.
Machinery showing rust,
a colorful quirk.

It’s all a total must.
It’s part of what is;
like a pie with a crust,
a soda with fizz.

One shouldn’t sweat the small stuff,
like a dust bunny under the bed,
or a golf ball in the rough.
They’re just cobwebs in one's head.

Robert A. Dufresne was born in Vermont and raised on a dairy farm. After four years in the Navy and trying his hand at a couple of trades, he settled in as a self employed remodeling carpenter for 31 years. He and his wife moved to Florida in 1998, where he continued his career. He began writing poetry in 2009 .

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Marlene Million, Alice Couch and Mary Couch--United States

Fairy Mist

By Marlene Million, Alice Couch and Mary Couch

Fairies dance amid autumn leaves.
Flitting gaily at dark of moon.
Enchantment floats, musical realm.
Wings a flutter, sparkling magic.

Opaque mist surrounds golden moon,
Wind whistles through aspen and oak,
Fairies join with orange flaming leaves,
Midnight reverie beneath orb.

Birch sway to ethereal music,
Tree frogs join in the serenade.
Wisps frolic about the woodland,
Fairies harvest autumn splendor.

Touch Wood--By Angelee Deodhar--India

Touch Wood

Coming to know that a friend’s brother has succumbed to cancer, I re-live my own loss, when the father of my son passed away three years ago with a secondary in the brain. I put on meditational music on my laptop and let the sound of ocean waves wash over me…distant gulls scream from another shore. Do those who leave us hear them?

art class--
a marble's path back
to kindergarten

Originally published in cattails, 2014

Angelee Deodhar, an eye surgeon by profession is a haiku poet, translator, and artist. She lives and works in Chandigarh, India. Her haiku/haibun/haiga have been published internationally in various books and journals, and her work can be viewed on many websites. To promote haiku in India, she has translated six books of haiku from English to Hindi, which she distributed for free. These bilingual books include: If Someone Asks: Masaoka Shiki's Life and Haiku (2005),Classic Haiku: A Master's Selection, edited by Miura Yuzuru (2006), Ogura Hyakunin Isshu: 100 Poems by 100 Poets (2007), Children’s Haiku from Around the World–A Haiku Primer (2007), Indian Haiku (2008), and The Distant Mountain: The Life and Haiku of Kobayashi Issa (2009).

An Autumn Night--By John W. (Bill) Williams--United States

An Autumn Night

On an autumn night, as I sat
beside a slow moving stream
I sensed the quickening steps
of autumn claiming once again
its place along summer trails.
In the gathering dusk,
I admired the soft diffusion
of colors melting into leaves.
The big September moon
and the stars fiery glow
deepened my admiration
for this glorious display
stretching endlessly across
God’s universe: an artistry
of flames against the dark.
How gratifying to hold for a little
while this beauty; and, how blessed
to be a part of autumn’s smells
and sounds, remembering the past,
when I was just a child.

John W. (Bill) Williams is a retired language arts and children’s literature educator.  He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy with his art and poetry.  He has been published in a variety of venues.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Distortions--By Ajise Vincent--Nigeria


Tonight, cherubs sit
mourning the decay of our present.
Truth's conscience craves
for the baptism of fire.
We are now an E-congregation
swallowed by the euphoria of modernism;
a generation encapsulated in the aura of villainy
for the sacredness of our cathedral
has been bartered for mammon
& demons who smoke cannabis
on the pulpit of sanctity.

Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian poet who derives maximum utility from the smell of coffee . He is a contributor to various print and online platforms. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria.

Chrysanthemums--By Alice Couch--United States


Flaming red mums fall over the flower-box edge,
reflected glory repeated in raindrops.
Copper mums in a kettle near the mailbox,
look like coins to pay the Autumn Harvester.

Pumpkin size football mums draw my eyes,
I gather blanket, seat for football game.
Surely autumn mums are enough,
all by themselves.

Alice Couch is a retired nurse’s aide who spends her days playing with her dogs, Nibby and Squeakie, while writing poetry for her three children, four grandchildren, seven great-grandchildren, and four great great-grandchildren.  One of her stories published in Living with Children. She studied yoga and Buddhism and has a gift for blending the rational approach of the Western mind with the deep spiritual wisdom of the east in her poetry. She was named Noblesville’s Senior Poet Laureate in 2012.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Autumn--By Phyllis Babcock--Canada


Emerald leaves of summer quickly disappear
    Autumn arrives as days draw short
    Leaves dance in the soft blowing breeze
As multicolored visions now appear
Waltzing ()~ ()
          () ~ () ()~()
            () ~ ()
they cascade to the ground
Twirling into disarrayed heaping mounds
Signalling closure to the season warmth
Autumn becomes laden with frosty mornings
Forewarning of the upcoming winters *** snow.* ***

Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.

Let's Talk About Cops--By Vernon Norris--United States

Let's Talk About Cops

They are "Citizens on Patrol",
That's what the word "cop" stands for,
They are people just like you.
They could be your uncle, your cousin, or your friend,
They could be your brother, your sister, or even your mother,
So if you are against ...C.O.P.s,
Take a look in the mirror and say:
"I'm against my uncle, my cousin, my friend,
my brother, my sister and even my Mother."
"Come on man get real!”
Take a look at yourself.
Who have you become?

Vernon Norris, age 56, was born and raised in Houston, Texas.  He works full time in the auto industry. Vernon has published work published in Conceit Magazine and the Ultimate Writer, specializing in silly, scary and inspirational poetry. He hopes to soon to release his first book. "I hope my writing will inspire you or make your day".

Sunday, October 4, 2015

The Lost Harbinger--By Edilson Afonso Ferreira--Brazil

The Lost Harbinger

I remember sounds and faces of my past,
love’s vows, hot hugs and flamed kisses.
Romantic nights and parties, best songs,
best friends, nostalgic life’s expectations.
But my beloved expectations always were,
year by year, the singing of a bird.
A pheasant cuckoo strong hammering
two potent whistles, that, by no error,
all of us by then so listened:
summer comes, summer comes!
It was single a cuckoo that every year
worked with peculiar trill to announce
oncoming days of most desired season.
We never saw but always heard its song
which only appears and sings once a year.
Its chant has been lost and our summer
has not ever been the same, without
that hammering dear beat.

Edilson Afonso Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, in order to reach more people. Has been published in four printed British Anthologies, online or printed venues like Cyclamens and Swords, Right Hand Pointing, Boston Poetry Magazine, West Ward Quarterly, TWJ Magazine, The Lake, The Stare’s Net, The Provo Canyon, Amomancies, Snapdragon, The Gambler and some others. Short listed in four American Poetry Contests, lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and began writing after retirement as a Bank Manager. See more of his poetry in

Amplified Crayon--By JD DeHart--United States

Amplified Crayon

It's an electric word
in great green ink on
a great green grid,
emerald neon advertising
letters that strike
the mind and send
shock waves through life,
A word spelled carefully
on otherwise flat paper.

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available from RedDashboard.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

A visit to Aunty Barbara in the 1950’s--By Philip David Noble--Scotland

A visit to Aunty Barbara in the 1950’s

Hair slicked down and shoes polished up by rubbing them on the back of the sock
of the opposite leg, we go up the stairs of the second storey close to the dark brown door with brass letterbox, and wait patiently.

At last the door is opened by a much thinner and frailer replica of my grandmother.

The dark hall smells of  linoleum polish as we follow her through to the back snug.
The  range, is still well blackened, and the heavy curtained alcove cupboard bed.
It seems so small. Could she really sleep in there?

Then the big treat. A small box of faded coloured wooden bricks with a sliding lid is ritually produced for us. The grown ups talk and talk and ­time drags. 

slowing down
in time with the ticking clock
little heartbeat
On this occasion we are allowed into the front room.
Dark and unappealing, except for the tiger skin draped over the back of the sofa.
Sent all the way from India by one of our adventurous forebears.

Duty done, the reward of a pan drop at the door and off to the farm and the animals

and the freedom of the Braes and the Windy Hills.

not yet autumn
purple flowers fade slowly
on the wallpaper

Philip David Noble was born in Aberdeen, Scotland in 1946. He is an ordained Scottish Episcopal priest, and a visual artist with qualifications in pure science, theology and storytelling.  He joined the British Origami Society in 1968 (, co-founded the International String Figures Association in 1978 (www,, and is a founder member the International Guild of Knot Tyers, ( and has been actively studying soap bubbles for over thirty years. Philip has given workshops and performances in UK and in over twenty countries worldwide. He has been writing haiku since 1996 several of which have appeared in various haiku publications but most regularly in Mainichi Daily News haiku column.

Harvest Time--By Eleanor Michael--United States

Harvest Time

A huge orange moon
hung over the horizon.
Horses, tired, drowsed
in their stalls, while
Mother milked the cows.
Supper was set to the back
of the stove.  The men folk
and children gathered
outdoors in the moonlight -
enjoying the warm, dry
weather - talking about
a bountiful harvest.

Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.

In Memory with Love--Beth Winchcombe--October 2, 2015--England

From Jack Horne--

I have some bad news which will sadden many of you. Yesterday (Friday 2nd October, around 3 pm) Beth Winchcombe, September's Poet of the Month, died at home in her husband's arms. She had a heart attack.

You all know she was a talented writer; she was also a gifted painter. I was close friends with Beth for many years and will miss her dreadfully. She was always willing to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on and her advice was always sound. My nickname for her was Owlie, as in Wise Owl. The three qualities I loved best about Beth were her warmth, loyalty and sense of humour. I truly feel blessed that she was my friend.

Please also remember Beth's beloved husband Geoff in your prayers. They were the most devoted couple I've ever known. Soul mates is an overused phrase nowadays but it was apt for Beth & Geoff.

Goodbye, Owlie. I loved you so much. Rest in peace, my friend.

Always, Jack xxx


The Candle Has Gone Out

By Beth Winchcombe

Another day,
Another night,
Will it be dark?
Will it be bright?
Love the day,
Love the night,
Enjoy each day,
Enjoy each night,
For life is like a candle
That one day will burn out,
It does not burn forever,
One day it will go out.


Dear Whispers Family,

It is with sadness, Jack and I share this tribute to her.  Beth embraced the Whispers community, supporting and caring about others with her kind heart.  She was a blessing in my life.  Beth shared her gift of words for monthly activities, collaborative poems, individual poems, and uplifting comments for other writers.  She was our September Poet of the Month, an honor she richly deserved.  Above is the poem she submitted for October, a fitting good-bye for a talented artist and wonderful person.  She touched my heart.  Geoff and Jack, accept my sympathy.

Love you, Beth,


Friday, October 2, 2015

Eternity...--By Sanju Clement--India


In the end,
only one thing

you are not living
in Heaven or Hell
but in this planet

and Earth has always
wanted and unwanted
good and bad

what matters to you?

what are you waiting for ?

time is ripe, in order for you to not to lose
good and wanted things and beings in life
just remove bad and unwanted
things and beings . . . . . . .

you don't need them in the heart
of your peacefully growing mansion

of the Eternity!

of the Life, Love and Soul !

Sanju Clement is a writer from Kerala, India.

Change--By Sara Kendrick--United States


As the fog rises from the vale
Reaching upwards to the sky
And crickets sing their song
Thoughts leave the port and fly

Fly away thoughts to years gone by
When times were nostalgic
Great-granddaddy had hopes and dreams
Which were weighted not magic

Placed in the raging streams and gone
Like winds flush the chaff
What were those hopes for the future
Thoughts like up and down graph

As a golden ball breaks through clouds
An eerie gold radiance
The sun pierces the fog's hold on nature
Revealing change in cadence

Sara Kendrick married young and had a family soon after. After her last child went to school, she decided to pursue her GED. A gentlemen who worked with the GED program encouraged her to enroll in college.  She worked part time and cared for her family in addition to her studies. She graduated from Mercer University. Several years ago, after a health crisis, she started writing poetry. 

Thursday, October 1, 2015

No GPS, Map or Postcode--By Annie Jenkin--England

No GPS, Map or Postcode

This journey I am on... is a lonely road,
there is no GPS, map or postcode,
I am travelling light to lessen my load
I can almost touch the sides within my world.
The brightness swings from dark to light;
Some areas of thought are locked up tight.
The depth of which are still a mystery
and, as yet, I don’t have a master key.
At times and for reasons unknown,
I must travel this route alone.

Please don’t worry if I appear withdrawn,
in my own way I am seeking shelter
and trying to work out how to get better.
I am pushing against personal boundaries
Yet on occasion... I seem to be chasing shadows.
However, along the way I have been blessed;
With sources of friendship and helping hands,
who patiently give time... without making demands.
They have propped me up when I have been blue,
To these friends I will always be true.

Annie Jenkin lives in Plymouth, England. Having not written poetry for many years, Annie has returned to poetry writing with enthusiasm. Her writing explores several subject areas that are insightful, humorous but can also be sensitive.

dream streets--By jani johe webster--(In Memory-May 2013)--United States

jani johe shared her unique style and insight which left readers in awe.  But more importantly, she was a bright light in the writing community, always ready to support others in their journeys.  I am glad to have been able to call her my friend.  Her words live on in various publications, continuing to be a gift to the world.                                                                                           Sincerely, Karen O’Leary--Editor

dream streets

i am walking
dream streets
seeing hope
    at every corner
walking into
    this land of wonder
where there is no time
and imagination comes to welcome me
to the land of glimmering crystal stars
    and moonbeams that laugh and smile
    illuminating the magical path

This poem was recently published in Where the Poems Dance, a collection of her poetry and photography by Suzanne Webb.  It includes an introduction by her daughter, Nila Webster, and reflection questions about the poems to stimulate the imagination of the reader.


            Don Beukes--United Kingdom
            James Diaz--United States
            Darren Watson--United Kingdom
            Kay Cheshire--United States

Please welcome them to our community.  We now have representatives from the following countries--Australia, Brazil, Botswana, Canada, Canary Islands, Costa Rica, England, France, Germany, India, Ireland, Israel, Malawi, Malta, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nigeria, Pakistan, Philippines, Portugal, Romania, Saudi Arabia, Scotland, Singapore, Tunisia, Turkey, U.A.E., United Kingdom, United States and Wales.  I look forward to expanding this list in the future. Thank you to everyone that has supported Whispers in any way.                                                           --Sincerely,  Karen

We have a world wide audience. If you are currently reading Whispers, please consider submitting a poem for consideration. You may contact Karen at for guidelines. Thank you.

Note--Ads due for the November column by October 25


Scott Thomas Outlar runs the site 17Numa where links to his published poetry, essays, and fiction can be found. The site also features a page devoted to literary publications which currently has nearly 150 venues listed. The blog’s page at 17Numa has links to the personal sites of other writers and artists, and has been designed with the hope that artists from all fields will check out and be inspired by the work of their contemporaries.

Angelee Deodhar's, Journeys 2015, An Anthology of International Haibun, with 145 haibun by 31 poets, is due for release on 15th October at the Haiku North America Conference in Schenectady, New York. Available in both Kindle and print formats, it can be preordered from or contact Angelee at

Beth Winchcombe announces her novel, For LOVE of Maria: A compelling love story. This is currently available in paperback on, also priced at £7-99p. Kindle version to download for just £2-00p. Published by Diadem Books, Author name Beth Richards.

Ron Larson released a book of poetry called Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales Outlined in Rhyme. More information regarding the book is available from or

Russell Sivey has published a poetry book called Halloween Horrors II. This book can be purchased at, search Halloween Horrors II. Please be sure you select the Halloween Horrors II as that one is the correct book.

Robert P. Hansen's forthcoming novel Angst (Book 4 of the Angus the Mage fantasy series) will become available in June or early July. In anticipation of this event, he has made the first book of the series free as an eBook through several retailers. For more on this and his other books, visit his blog at:

Jack Horne announces the release of his second novel, Cyber Vamps: a paranormal-fantasy romance. This book is currently available from, price $3.99

John W. (Bill) Williams published a science fiction book that he also illustrated called The Dream Hill.  To order copies from Xlibris Company call 1-888-795-4274 or go to  The website provides sample pages of the book for interested readers.

Paul Callus published his first ebook of poetry called Meander in December 2014. It is a collection of 86 poems and songs which should appeal to those who read poetry for pleasure and relaxation. It is available at Amazon.

Pijush Kanti Deb released a poetry collection, Beneath the Shadow of a White Pigeon,
published by The Hollow Publishing. More information about the book is available at,

Marianne Szlyk has released a new chapbook, Listening to Electric Cambodia Looking Up at Trees at Heaven, through Kind of a Hurricane Press' Barometric Pressures Authors Series. You may download the chapbook for free at this site: Thank you.

Celine Rose Mariotti has a new mystery/detective book called Minister’s Shoes in which Rev. Castle helps Sada Sampson find her husband and he also proves that Trevor is innocent of killing Cartwright. The story involves casino deals, infidelity, gambling and some big town gossips who are knee deep in the casino deals.  Price of book is: $11.00. If you live in CT, sales tax is 6.35 so price would be $11.70.  Postage is $2.70.  You can order from Amazon or you can order from me:

Maureen Sudlow has a poetry book, Antipodes, was released in early December. More information available on her website

Lisa DeVinney has a website for her devotional poetry called Lifting My Eyes, at

Karen O’Leary released Whispers, her first book of poetry in 2011, published by APF Publisher. It has been getting good reviews and is available at online at (Search Whispers under Karen O'Leary) or contact Karen at


Please consider supporting The Jokester and Creative Inspirations by sending stamps or other small donations to help with postage.  Thank you for considering this.                                                                                                  ---Karen

Maurice J. Reynolds would like to announce that To God be the Glory! Publications and Creative Inspirations are undergoing some new and exciting changes. At this time, Creative Inspirations is accepting poetry submissions. For more information and guidelines, go to:, or write to: To God be the Glory Publications, Attn: Creative Inspirations Guidelines, P.O. Box 19051, Kalamazoo, MI 49019.

ayaz daryl nielsen's print publication bear creek haiku is always open for postal submissions, mail poetry to bear creek haiku, PO Box 596, Longmont, CO 80502, USA, 11 lines and less, include SASE. Can be contacted at, blog site is

Tom Davis, publisher of Old Mountain Press, invites all to review his eBook site (Kindle and NOOK) where numerous Old Mountain Press Anthologies of poetry and prose are listed see: Self-publish an electronic book e-book with Old Mountain Press. Visit Old Mountain Press' eBook site at

Jean Calkins, editor: The Jokester, 2 pages of clean jokes free by email monthly, a forever stamp by snail mail (monthly or quarterly). Help bring smiles to shut-ins by contributing forever stamps. Even one stamp helps. Jean Calkins, 260 4th St., Waynesville, NC 28786-3762.

David Fox is seeking family-friendly poems for his magazine, The Poet's Art. Rates for the publication are $7 an issue or $25 for a 4 issue subscription. Checks should be made to cash.  Foreign contributors should pay $10 an issue or $35 for a subscription by international money order or American cash only.  Send submissions and  money for subscriptions to David Fox,171 Silverleaf Lane, Islandia, NY 11749 USA.

Whispers is always looking for new writers to join our community.  Please send family friendly poems 20 lines or less to  Complete guidelines posted at the end of each month.  Thank you to everyone who has already contributed to the site.

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Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Submission Guidelines

Thank you for considering Whispers for a place to share your writing.  The guidelines follow:

1.  Submissions of unpublished and previously published work are acceptable.  Please do not send quotes from others unless they are in the context of the piece submitted and that the original author is given credit.  It is up to the author to obtain permission if needed for reprints.  By submitting to Whispers, the writer is assuring that the work is his or her own.  Whispers reserves the right to delete any work that has been copied from another writer without credit or authorization.

2.  Send one of the three following:

    ---1 poem 20 lines or less

    ---up to 5 haiku/senryu (please make sure to clearly identify that separate poems are being submitted)

    ---up to 3 tanka (see above)

    ---for people that are not poets, 1 short paragraph of encouragement will be considered

Writers are eligible for publication every other month.

3.  You may include a bio of 4-5 lines written in third person style.  See “Living Wings” published January 15, 2013 for an example.  A bio is not necessary for publication.

4.  No profanity, erotica, violence or other derogatory writing will be accepted.

5.  Whispers reserves the right to select poetry based on the goal stated at the end of the guidelines.

6.  Spiritual poetry is welcomed but the editor would like to have a variety of pieces that will uplift and inspire readers.  Humor is appreciated.

7.  Children’s poetry is appreciated.  Parent permission is required.  Please email before sending.

8.  Poetry will be published along the left margin for consistency.  Please keep that in mind when submitting.

9.  Preferred method of submission is to send poetry as a works document or in the body of an email with your name and country.  Please email your submission to Karen O’Leary at  If you would rather submit by snail mail, please email Karen for her address.  You may email her with any questions you may have.

10.  I hope you also participate by commenting on others’ writing. 

In this challenging time for many, it is the hope that Whispers will connect people in a way that is supportive, encouraging and inspiring to others.  Thank you for considering being a part of this community.

Editor's Thoughts/Carry On--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Dear Friends,

I appreciate all the contributors and readers that are making our online journal a poetry community.  Through our comments we give gifts of encouragement and insight.  Several of our contributors are dealing with health issues and other challenges and are unable to participate as much as they would like.  I ask for your understanding and your prayers.

One only has to turn on the news for a short time to learn about the growing violence in the world.  Though we can’t change everything, we can make a difference.  You certainly have brought joy to my life and others.

I posted the following poem in January of 2013.  It seemed fitting to share it with you now, too.  Keep on writing!  Best wishes to all of you.


Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor


Carry On

Some days are long;
the road gets tough.
We give it our all
and that is enough.

Friends share our toils
and carry us through.
We learn about love
and generosity too.

We sing of the gift
of a warm embrace.
It lifts our burden
from a weary place.

We learn to look
for others in need.
With grateful hearts,
we spread love’s seed.

Some days are long;
the road is tough.
We give our best
and that is enough.

In Moon’s Darkness--By Janet Vick--United States

In Moon’s Darkness

The night was black, no moon in sight.
It matched the couple’s stirring fight
of pitted trust. The final end
for those who loved but could not blend.

And darkest part of trust not had,
memories of growing sad
from bud of hope, they pressed for when
a future blessed their path back then.

But shadow’s paw dug in the path
made from ditches to feed the wrath.
A chasm grew, no bridge to cross
and darkness came to rule as boss.

Two separate lives hesitate
while waiting in unhealthy state
with darkness mirrored in their eyes...
They parted ways escaping ties.

Janet lives in rural Suffolk, Virginia with her husband, Randy. She loves the fresh air and space of country living. She works as a Registered Nurse in surgery. She is a mother of one and grandmother of two.

Autumn at Hand--By David Austin--United States

Autumn at Hand

Once again the dog days
Days and nights
With autumn close at hand

Only now do I think of summer
Recounting lost times
Those spells of full awakening
When rush of bloom was faith’s restoration

Only now does that complete blessing thrill
    awareness once again
And I offer belated thanks
Thanks before the first chill wind reminds

Life is fleeting
Life is precious

Go then these last so few days and enjoy
Head held high for count of those many many
    summers past
In faith that all renews and renews
That this ample sunny sunny state will come
    again and again

David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals.  David is a member of Poetry Soup.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Fallen Peach--By Dan Tharp--United States

Fallen Peach

One ripe peach, fallen from the tree
begs attention...
were I to be swayed
from moments of neglect
requires pondering the peril of gravity
just long enough to put down the book
of poetry which has captivated me
in some form or fashion,
as one intent on "counting sparrows",

perhaps more content
with counting crows.

(Oddly enough, I understand her words.)

Inclined toward the journey,
in the moment of departure,
I make my way to the fallen fruit.

In the lingering that followed,
(sweet, succulent, palatable)

the peach and I become one.

Dan Tharp is the author of four books of poetry, 3 of which are in chapbook form... Side by Side, Yielding Desire to Fate, A Season Made for Wondering and A Rose in the Briar Patch. Dan resides in Southern California.

A Salty Lament--By David Williams--England

A Salty Lament

Lead me to the water, to face the watery graves
See boats moored in the harbour and hear the crashing waves
I’ve sailed along the Ocean’s, and rode the Seven Sea’s
Hoisted up the main brace, and going where I please

Lead me to the water to see the setting of the sun
My life spread out before me I see what I’ve become
A lonely salty sea-dog who is living in the past
Telling tales of giant fish past midnight they would last

Lead me to the water make my memories come alive
Of days on Golden ponds to swim in and to dive
To far off distant lands and sandy tropical isles
Bonding with each other while sailing nautical miles

Lead me to the water let me lay among the ghosts
Of friends who slid before me to the sea bed as their host
Their souls all swim together, each they cannot save
The sailor’s cries are drifting in a watery grave.

David Williams was born in England and has resided there all of his life. He started writing poetry at the tender age of 14. He was encouraged to enter a local school poetry contest and went on to win it. In later life, he joined many local poetry groups and writers circles, eventually becoming chairman. He has had 9 poetry books published and is collating material for two more books which will hopefully be out later this year. He holds workshops to help and encourage writers to understand the many different forms of poetry. He has won many contests and is also a recognised poetry judge.

The Last Day of Summer--By Shirley Smothers--United States

The Last Day of Summer

You left us on the
last day of Summer.
Today is the
first day of fall,
My tears are
falling for you.
Good bye my baby,

Lucky: August 8, 1998
September, 22 2015

Shirley Smothers is a poet. A few of her poems have appeared in Lone Stars Magazine, The Poets Art, and The Poetry Explosion Newsletter.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Fall Tradition--By Russell Sivey--United States

Fall Tradition

The fall of the year approaches
with a joy that compares to none
and the children all jump in the puddles
with smiles on their faces to boot.

The temperature is quite perfect
that the sun shines on lovely days
enlightens each students eyes to dollars
awaiting the day after school.

The greatest time of the year comes
with the cool weather and the breeze
Halloween shines and brings happiness too
fun sure reigns this time of the year.

Time to be your favorite ghost,
a time to become that hero
that you’ve been looking to be for awhile
and save the day from all the gloom.

You get to receive your candy
that you have waited all year for
go with your friends to some of your neighbors
and enjoy this fall tradition!

Russell Sivey lives in the United States and has been writing poetry for 26 years (after his major car accident that left his arm paralyzed). He has been improving year after year. Russell enjoys reading poetry as well as writing it He finds himself listening to almost any type of music. Russell has been with Poetry Soup for almost 3 years and enjoys the poetry that he reads there from his friends. He is currently attending school for a Creative Writing degree with a specialization in Poetry. Yes, that means he will have a poetry degree. He looks forward to reading everyone's poems here on this site. His muse is the moon.