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Great Poets of Our Time 2000
You need not be a poet or poetry enthusiast
to enjoy this book. You really need to read these books.
This is true freedom of expression. Times may
change, along with how we put our feelings into words,
but human dreams, aspirations, and emotions never
change.
This is poetry from the heart shared in words.
While at first a poem may sound simplistic or enigmatic, if you read it again
you’ll uncover its special merit and realize why we selected it. At J. Mark press
almost half the pages are exquisitely illustrated with full pages rare archival art,
reviving a lost tradition known as “icnology,” (too costly and time-consuming for
most other publishers’ current poetry anthologies).
For example these magical lines
(one poem of so many!):
"Poet of the Year," Sean H. Young. DEEP WITHIN Allow me to introduce my self, my name is schizophrenia.Only for a fleeting moment do I smile, and remember who I once was. I am entranced by a flurry of my mind's spinning wheels. My pain runs deep through the rivers of my heart. My thoughts are turning like the pages of a book in a windstorm. I remember as a child my dog dying, while I light my crack-pipe and guzzle my vodka to stop the voices from getting in. Tears run down my face in a thunderstorm of hell. by SEAN H. YOUNG (continued in the book)
Broken Trust by Lauren Jedlan
“There was a garden wall where vines did lovely crawl
with every season thick in sunlight and in mist”
I loved my garden wall
and feared to draw apart,
for it possessed my heart.
I loved it most of all.
(continued in the book) Page 12
WHISPERINGS It wasn't there just yesterday among the gold and red. It wasn't there amidst the pines when I went to my bed. It came in silence through the night without a word or song. It came 'midst mornings graying clouds it came, but won't last long. A whispering-- the year's first snow was left upon the ground (continued in the book)
Absence makes the heart grow harder without me there to remind you that you want me
I can feel a change in the wind
that whispers your song
of apology
(for not loving me)
AMY J. ANSELMO
(continued in the book) page 70
THE BREAK OF DAY
This impossible dark place to reach
has been found through broken down walls
Battered and bruised as a punctured peach
deflowering the innocence before night falls.
Delores M Massey (continued in the book) page 69
Two dancers
without a song the music fades
Spirits captured in memories pictures –
timeless, priceless carelessly tossed
into our corner world
sealed in a place where no one holds the key
A note lost in time forgotten whisperings red ribbons
of reasons seasons without you
AMY J. ANSELMO (continued in the book) page 14
GRANDPA
I always have you in my thoughts
I always remember what you taught
Not a day goes by that I don’t look to the sky
Not a day goes by that I don’t say hi
You are always with me in my dreams
Even when I fish the streams
There’s not a day that goes by
That I just let you pass me
TINA M. FOOTE (continued in the book) 66.
WITHOUT YOUR FACE
Half the night on the phone, As I begin again to believe
A love where I feel free from alone.
I used to think my someone was supposed to be near
Situated in a setting, soon enough love would find its way.
But maybe fate filters through as I feel you here.
RYAN PETRILLI PAGE (continued in the book) 15.
MIDNIGHT BLUE
As the day comes to an end and my
thoughts layer the sky in shades
of color that blend the moment
of your good-bye
Waves of blue with hints of red share
the emotional tears in my eyes and
heavy heart bled to the sky
C. THOMAS OWEN (continued in the book
I am confident that the poetry selections published by J. Mark Press
represent the best poems of our era in America by the best poets.
Our editors considered thousands of entries to select the poems
included here. After several years of publishing many amazing
contributions of poetry in Penman Magazine, it became apparent
that anthologies were needed, dedicated only to poetry. I tried to
quote exciting lines of expression that every reader will enjoy.
To do so was nearly impossible.
Our early anthologies 1966 to 1972 were painstakingly
handmade using primitive stencil tools and an electric mimeograph
machine. Sometimes plugged ink holes on the drum escaped our
weary eyes and and some bald spots were printed. But we weren’t
going to let a modest budget stop us. We did whatever we could to
keep on publishing. Barbara Fischer invented a method to mimeograph
replicated color using stencils (similar to silk screen).
Professionally printed and bound anthologies were only a dream
back then, causing us to “take a break” in 1977. But in 1999 the
dream became a reality! High speed laser printing and the computer
made “real anthologies” a well-earned reward, a professional book.
J. Mark Press published and copyrighted poetry anthologies from
1966 to 2003 (some years I took “time-out”)