September 14, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Ann Christine Tabaka




All is Lost



White washed reality floats

upon a stagnate pond of deceit.


Vile vespers snake out from

wanton decay. Layer upon layer


of unrelenting lies. Hands placed

solemnly on desperation fight back,


as time flees. Thoughts in circles,

minds of doubt, pushing outward


against a wall of truth. Plagued

with sins of ego, they are blinded


by their pride. The truth has no

meaning among the unholy hordes.


Redemption out of reach, all is lost.






Hope Rising



The metered march of madness

ferrets along the path of bewilderment,

forsaking all rational thought.


Finding fallowness where

once great riches presided.

Painted with the darkness of doubt,


migrant minds do wander.

A small trinket of enlightenment,

the prize above all prizes.


Propelled beyond the distant reach,

while finding one’s way back

through the loneliness of lost time.


Salvation lies ahead

within the sheltered steps of truth.

One slight push and the


paper thin walls of deceit collapse

under their own weight.

Hope rising from the rubble.






Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware.  She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer.  She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats.  Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.

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  1. Rita Oakes September 19, at 21:01

    So many poems are so inscrutable they are not worth the effort to read them. Not Christine’s! Deep and winding, rising and falling, some full of hope, some despair, always crafted with piercingly perfect phrases. Always rewarding in unexpected ways. Rita Oakes


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