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Poetry by Kathy Figueroa
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Voice Over by Steve Rizzo
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The Pumpkin Beast by Kathy Figueroa
Watch poem turned into a movie.
Poetry by Kathy Figueroa
Produced by Matthew Toffolo
Voice Over by Steve Rizzo
Visual Design by Yujin Song
Genre: Society, Life, Political
Who are we?
by Patsy Jawo
To dictate to others
Because of our bothers
To hate and victimize
People’s rightful ways
To live and exist freely
As what they were created to be
Not who we want them to be
Or indeed what we want to see
Disgusted by what we don’t want to see
Really disgusted by our own Selves
Disgusted by our own intolerance
Hatred we know is unfounded
Which we then compound into sets of values
Beliefs we merely create then stand by
As principles we hold dear and true
Pure fiction of the mind and intellect
Imagined based only on fear and lies
Fear of the unfamiliar and uncommon
Familiarity grows through fertile tolerance
And having things in common with others
Is achieved only by our acceptance
Lies so common we believe and trust them
Accept them without question or cares
Lies…
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Genre: Society, Life, Rhyme
Heartfelt
by Patsy Jawo
Beloved Great Britain
Variety so disparate
A unity so dignified
Entities so polite
Charming in all light
Despite seeming obstacles
Alight with vigour
A birthplace so detailed
Where wealth and love prevail
Delightful Edinburgh burns
Inside like a furnace flame
And London so lovely
Taking me in so comely
A prodigy in the making
A whirling sensation
As we move through stations
Amazing entities across nations
Remembering sacred Ireland
Excluded yet precluded
A peaceful serenity
Beautiful signatories
My buoyant inspiration
Redefining genteel
Rapports reveal purity
Of souls imbued
Through Countries, Towns, Cities
Vibrant people, things, places
Plants, Trees, Parks, experiences
Believers, atheists, spiritualists
Lesbians, Transsexuals, Bisexualism
Straight laced or gay brothers and sisters
Make no fatal mistake
There is only oneness in me
A love for one and all
Use not me, beliefs or bigotry
To destroy this love and unity
Take…
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Genre: People, Life
Strong Man
by Patsy Jawo
My strong man
Grief is here
The load heavy
Ready or not
Your soul asks
That to which
No answer exists
No man knows
Be strong they say
Be a man they say
But what is Strong?
And what is Man?
Man is Strong
Man is Weak
Strong yet Weak
Weak yet Strong
Strength is a flaw
As hardness cracks
Weakness a force
Softness toughens
Fear not weaknesses
Fear nothing at all
Strong men take courage
In their whole being
Strong men know they’re strong
Real men know they’re weak
When all’s said and done
Knowledge is power
The irony is this:
Your strength is your weakness
For it is displayed to all
Your weakness is your strength
For it is hidden from all
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Genre: Romance, Love, Rhyme, Relationship
On A High
by Patsy Jawo
The way you walk, talk, do your thing
Your laugh, smile, the way you sing
Your nearness affects me like a sting
I’m bitten and now forever your play ground
You have me so smitten I do it all your way
I could never be the same again now I’m in those arms
I know I’m safe and on this plane there is only good
Our brood is perfectly perfect as we are so simply
Although there is nothing simple about perfection
There is an ease with which we respect all that is our self
And a humility that means we are revered by all
The power that is us is beyond comprehension
Our appreciation sees that we honour every being
For our eyes always see the truth in all that seems
By looking, seeing and knowing beyond all…
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Genre: Life, Rhyme
The Party
by Patsy Jawo
I am excited at this party called life
It is like a live wire and I the electrician
I could be in trouble if I don’t do it right
It could be the party of my life if I nail it
I don’t wanna spend most of my life doing stuff I should
I want to be on the edge, ready to rock, knowing I could get caught
What’s the worse that would happen? No seriously!
All this fear, I am fed up with it all and it being maximised to take full advantage
It’s time to rock this party and have much fun in the process
I am a ticking bomb and have exploded hence having a blast
I am always doing the right thing so I don’t worry about consequences
I am feeling humorous is why I’m laughing out loud
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Genre: Life, Rhyme, People
A Message from Mr. J. O. Martins
by Patsy Jawo
I am the untouchable breeze
The shadow in the sun
The whisper in the wind
A father, son, helper and friend
Who am I?
I am J O Martins
A bounding energy
A vibrant melody
An intimate fellowship
Personal dedication
To love all and sundry
To infinite perfection
So where will I be?
I hear you ask
In every breath
Nurturing all life
And where am I now?
Glowing in the light
I am with God
One with God
And if one with God
Is one with all
Why do you see me gone?
For I am in all
Know that I am not
Just J O Martins
I am infinity
I am the presence of God
I am agility
I am all possibilities
I always hear your call
So never you stall
Demand with grace
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Read the Best of Today’s POETRY from around the world.
Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
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DIMMER, by Shannon R. Giedieviells
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/21/dimmer-poetry-by-shannon-r-giedieviells/
PANDEMONIUM, by Vanessa Anthony
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/%e2%80%8epandemonium-poetry-by-vanessa-anthony/
THE OTHER, by Randa Shami
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/the-other-poetry-by-randa-shami/
FILLED GLASSES LIT CIGARETTES, by Noemi Moncayo
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/filled-glasses-lit-cigarettes-poetry-by-noemi-moncayo/
HUMID, Gokul Baby Alex
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/humid-room-poetry-by-gokul-baby-alex/
PLASTIC LIMITATIONS, by Maka Nyingwa
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/22/plastic-limitations-poetry-by-maka-nyingwa/
POETRY, by Caiubi
http://festivalfopoetry.com/2015/10/22/poetry-poetry-by-caiubi/
THE JACK O’ LANTERN GONE MAD, by Paul Parent
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/23/the-jackolantern-gone-mad-poetry-by-paul-parent/
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The fog drifts slowly, creeping mysteriously over hallowed grounds.
The resting home of the dead was filled with scary sounds.
There is this Jack’o’Lantern and the cemetery is his home.
He has been there since 1784, and decides this is where he will roam
To those who walk bravely in the cemetery at night.
The Jack’o’Lantern will give you such an eerie fright.
Genre: Horror, Rhyme, Gore, Halloween
The Jack’o’Lantern gone mad
by Paul Parent
The fog drifts slowly, creeping mysteriously over hallowed grounds.
The resting home of the dead was filled with scary sounds.
There is this Jack’o’Lantern and the cemetery is his home.
He has been there since 1784, and decides this is where he will roam
To those who walk bravely in the cemetery at night.
The Jack’o’Lantern will give you such an eerie fright.
Ghost friends create mischief with him too,
Their hair stands up with just one blood curdling boo.
A cat with raised hackles sits on a tombstone with a hiss.
And a zombie out from a grave wildly shakes his fist.
Around in the cemetery in circles flies a wicked witch,
Her cackle loud enough with a high piercing pitch.
A spider web might be cast upon a face or two.
The web is icky and will stick to you like glue.
Jack’ o’ Lantern’s smile was up and not down.
Now, not a pleasant smile but only a frightening frown.
The Jack O’ Lantern throws flames only to have fun.
He laughs in a frenzy watching people wildly run.
If he saw that their clothes were not singed and blackened scorched,
He would bite them if they dared come onto the rickety old porch!
If that did not work he would stand on his feet
And chase them all screaming, running down the street.
If ever on Halloween you are in a cemetery and lean over onto a grave,
Dare to be frightened or dare to be brave.
It is only one night throughout all the years.
You have nothing to be scared of – perhaps only your fears.
Remember: The Jack’o’Lantern lives for Halloween.
This is the night he could be nastier, nastier and chillingly mean.
At one time he was a good pumpkin – this is so sad.
One day he snapped his lid and went absolutely mad.
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but bitter
more bitter
a keepin abstence
well said from who looks
shiping the simple silence to burning words
a pray
Genre: Life, People, Society
POETRY
by Caiubi
but bitter
more bitter
a keepin abstence
well said from who looks
shiping the simple silence to burning words
a pray
a flame as an answer to the world
mute river
deaf move
inert stone
the matters is the poem
imperious hand in a missin work
brings to incandescent spirity
and all call thought incinerated act
water throught abort a will
to you
to everything
to a glorious achivements that only one can do
this poem
gathering mountain of shame
waiting to raise a mirror hand
and nothing
suspect of amnesia
lying absorved
desperade
…
don’t be afraid
play an end
blink love
crimson leaf
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