Sunday, 28 February 2016

 Sister Publication to Poetry Life & Times

Issue of March 2016


Welcome dear readers, to a new version of Poetry Lifetimes. It will be probably updated on a monthly basis, as time allows. Blogger is one of the few remaining news sharing web apps that is still free. We have come here as refugees from, as they were going to take away a lot of basic freedoms and design functionality from this journal. So I am keeping a similar format but making it one column and using small images, so it will work well on smartphones and tablets. To read on, simply click each link to go to each poem or feature opening in a new window....

Features from Poetry Life & Times from February 2016:


  Warm. (Series 7/8/9) Poems by Darren C. Demaree

Whispering Noose. A Poem by Adam Levon Brown

Reviews & Comments on Robin Ouzman Hislop's Collected Poems. All the Babble of the Souk.

Shared by
Sara Russell - All the Babble of the...

Tenochtitlan. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop.

Who is to say?

O Tenochtitlan, lake city
of floral rooftops, white washed walls
trim green gardens, aqueducts
& clean swept alleyways

that you should fall

to ruin
to colossal wreck.

Your God’s cruel laughter
ruler of havoc, chaos, destruction
that final mockery
you knew too well
to shelter from
city of magic, bathed in blood.


Who is to say?

An Aeon

a fated sun in its fifth heaven
the prophecy must be fulfilled

when they came with their plague, their lust
to tread your sacred warrior
blood matted hair, immersed in feculence
en plein air of unassuaged sacrifice, into dust
not a death of feathers & flowers.


Who is to say?

As you tossed your hapless
victim’s corpse, gouged heart devoured
on the sacrificial stone slab, down
the great pyramid steps to the suffering poor beneath.

Your captive, who was your self
whose steps you’d rehearsed, unto their final agony.

Whose flesh, prohibitive for you, you must share
in scattered pieces on the base maize porridge
in your neighbours’ clean kept homes

      but not to the wretched poor
the phantom watchers, who must only crave for more.
Who is to say?
that you thought of tomorrow
that it belonged to the deed
what it was to be human.
Not so, your new world order conquerors
who raised to the ground & levelled all before them
until nothing remained.
Your conquerors, who thought only of tomorrow.

Tenochtitlan, great lake city that for two centuries was the capital of the Atzec empire, built by the warring Mexica tribes of the Atzec peoples & destroyed by the Spanish conquistador Hernan Cortes in 1519.
Italics. Ozymandias. Percy B Shelly.
Italics. Inga Clendinnen. Atzecs


For Dylan Thomas. A Poem by Scott Hastie.


 Stay Close. A Poem by Rehan Qayoom


To-uncaring. A Poem by Tatjana DebeljaĨki


Featured Videos 

Picture 340 by Bhuwan Thapaliya

The Green Green Grass by Nordette Adams

Angel of Peace by Aberjhani

Queen of the Selfie  by Sara L Russell 

The Obsessive by Sara L Russell


Poetry Lifetimes is edited by Sara L Russell from sources including
Poetry Life & Times edited by Robin Ouzman Hislop, also Artvilla & YouTube