Watch 2015, Poetry Movie by Gloria D. Gonsalves

Best Poetry of 2015 Runner Up.

Poetry by Gloria D. Gonsalves

Narrated by Steve Rizzo

Editing and Visual Design by Yujin Song

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

2015, Poetry Movie by Gloria D. Gonsalves

Best Poetry of 2015 Runner Up.

Poetry by Gloria D. Gonsalves

Narrated by Steve Rizzo

Editing and Visual Design by Yujin Song

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

Watch the 2015 Poetry Festival winner.

The 2015 Poetry Festival winner.

Poetry by Jane Gill-Wilson

Narrated by Steve Rizzo

Editing and Visual Design by Yujin Song

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

Paris – The Atrocity 13th November 2015 by Jane Gill-Wilson

The 2015 Poetry Festival winner.

Poetry by Jane Gill-Wilson

Narrated by Steve Rizzo

Editing and Visual Design by Yujin Song

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

​​​​​​It’s Only Right, Poetry by Drew Price

I know he didn’t mean it. He says I’m sorry so it’s only right I forgive him. He tells me he loves me so it’s only right I believe him. He tells me it won’t happen again so it’s only right I trust him.

Genre: Hurt, Love, Lust, Pain

​​​​​​It’s Only Right by Drew Price
​​​The Fool in Love (Which Always Seems To Be The Woman)

​​​​​​Cliché

I know he didn’t mean it. He says I’m sorry so it’s only right I forgive him. He tells me he loves me so it’s only right I believe him. He tells me it won’t happen again so it’s only right I trust him. And you know I’d leave him but its only right I’m insecure, lost without him its only right my self-esteem be knee high to a grass hopper, Knee high to a new born, knee high to the leg of the chair I fell into you know the one he pushed me into when I mustard up a mustard seed amount of courage to tell him I’m worth more, but its only right that I didn’t because not even I believe that. I know he’s unfaithful, but it’s only right I stay because he may sleep with them, but he comes home to me so I know he doesn’t care about them only me, just like he says. Not even the sting of peroxide inside my open wounds makes for reason enough to leave because I know he’s just stressing got a lot on his plate and I just pushed him to his limit. So don’t tell me to go don’t warn me of my safety because I find pleasure in the pain of the fast fist and harsh words or at least that’s what I told myself because its only right I make excuses as to why I should stay. We all know I’m insecure its only right I can’t live without him like my life wasn’t created before him and won’t be without him like I hadn’t found any parts of heaven before him but hell burned in my back yard so you know it’s only right he be my knight and shining armor to put the fire out. I know his words are sour. Stale “your beautiful” and false “I love you,” but I stomach it because somewhere this must be a delicacy and I must be very lucky and you must be a treasure and I must be a wonder and you don’t see it yet, but its only right I stay around until you do because we all know a foolish wife believes all tales true or untrue which goes right back to me needing you which goes right back to never leaving you because that’s what I’m supposed to do as the insecure lover who obviously has no brother.. Or no father because its only right my reasoning be need for male figures need for a heart lifter need for a strong hand even though your back hand is firmer than your hug but somehow they both feel the same. It’s only right I push that feeling behind my lasting love because it’s only right I become a punching bag for love. It’s only right I have no back bone so I stomach your rough hands even if they crack and bleed against my open wounds created by those same rough hands. It’s only right I be stuck between rock and hard place more like fist and fist cold heart and dead emotion not love all lust but its only right I stay. I…. the joke past among friends masked as she deserves betters and she’s stupid for staying, masked as “why do you think so little of yourself?” and “ Child I know you lost your father but he’s turning over in his grave at the sight of you with this monster.” It’s only right I lift my head slow with the weight of a ton of a bricks and say “you don’t know him like I do. Really, he’s a different so don’t talk bad about him just remember the curl in his smile the first day you met him and remember how beautiful the mask created by his wit was. Remember him as he was the fantasy of my imagination. Remember when I told you “This one’s different,” It’s only right I face my mother like god on judgement day and say “See momma’ I’m okay. He gave me this ring to make it all go away. He gave me this bag and begged me to stay.” But he also gave me these scars and on this floor I lay but its only right I stay because it’s my fault I had no right acting this way so it’s only right I stay as long as you’ve covered the bruises it means they’ve gone away so forget that day…allow it to become dust along with the person you once were… before you fell in dangerous love. This person, this flawed person with eyes containing no depth and hands too weak to hold a heart now to broken to mold into anything desirable. I, clearly the face of bastard children. Looking as though I’ve lived with no love so desperate willing to give my heart to any person willing to take it, so along came you and along came this cliché which I fit perfectly… It’s only right one day I come to my senses but only when it’s too late only when I’m bearing a child because my life alone isn’t enough to care about so it always takes a child for me to realize any sense of worth and even then my worth is no worth at all because its only right that I place me below your hard rugged feet, a footstool, a doormat, just an object to you its only right that be me. I that silent spirit too flawed for gods touch too flawed for your desire just weak enough for your abuse, I that still fool hearted silly girl, you clever lover with oil words silk smooth yet bitter to the taste but that just goes back to the delicacy you are how I must treasure this bitter taste you are this sticky feeling you bring, old song you sing, once music to the king, but your demonic heart shot your music to hell and it only be right I come along for the ride only right I steer this ship called love wreck we’ve created with our hands this ship called love wreck we’ve created where we stand and when this ship is destroyed.. It’s only right I take the blame not like you deserve it, but its only right I take the shame. To what do I owe this pleasure? You and me together to what do I owe it? I learned the back side of your hand like momma done raised me right so I memorized the sting of it that way I would never be caught off guard by the pain of it. Oh this stain you left of me. Oh this heart you broke of mine…this evil you’ve surrounded me by, so why did I pray by you? Pray for you? Have faith in your I’m sorry’s? Why? You this vast ocean with angry waves ruffled by rough winds me, this delicate ship who bares your waves just to feel the cool of your waters against my cheeks how I love the feel… even though the after math be rotting and broken boards my ship little and fragile standing up to the devil in your rocking waters…. Just for the feel of your cool waters. You my cool waters words like diamonds sharp enough to cut…. And you do, but it’s only right I hide the bleeding put a bandage over and act like it’s not there its only right I ignore the pain and the fear and the warning. My god. This skeleton of me you’ve created all skin and bones its only right I learned to starve the need for love, my god, this skeleton of me you’ve created, but its only right I learn to love my bones.
The eve of my funeral it’s only right you sit… behind rusted grey bars in a black and white jumpsuit and think of me, how much you loved me. They gave you life for taking mine. It rained for days after that because I sent tears from heaven just so you know I still cared and… I did. I this distant memory of limbs and organs who fell in love with the devil so it’s only right that even from heaven I find a soothing melody in your eyes. When you sleep I appear in your dreams and tell you, “I love the flowers you sent my mom on the eve of my death… I wish I could smell them but you snatched the air out of my lungs when your unhappy hands met my neck like baseball bats and… I forgive you, because its only right I forgive you.”

 

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The Destitute Democracy, Poetry by Steve Miller

Democracy is in peril my friends
forces greater than you or I
Conspire in the night
They seek to steal it as we slumber

Genre: Life, Society, Political

The Destitute Democracy by Steve Miller

Democracy is in peril my friends
forces greater than you or I
Conspire in the night
They seek to steal it as we slumber

Democracy is in peril my friends
We sleep walk into our fate
A fate of destitution and destruction
Where man and beast are one the same

Democracy is in peril my friends
Power rests in the hands of the minority
While the majority fends in the urban wilds
As the few live in luxury and opulence

Democracy is in peril my friends
Corruption has seeped into our society
The maxim of the age is greed is good
And might is right; we need a Robin Hood

Democracy is in peril my friends
the powerful stand as tyrants
Modern day kings of capitalism
You and I their faithful subjects

Democracy is in danger,
It is on its last legs.

Democracy lies on its deathbed
About to take its final breath
It’s time you found your voice
Before there is nothing left

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Gabby’s Story, Poetry by Ms. Rockett

From the hood of the ghettos I still rose
It wasn’t because the clothes on my back or what covered my toes
It wasn’t because my Daddy had stacks or cuz he had hoes
My momma had woes
As she rose to wake up to make up
What my Daddy left behind

Genre: Lifestyle

Gabby’s Story by Ms. Rockett

From the hood of the ghettos I still rose
It wasn’t because the clothes on my back or what covered my toes
It wasn’t because my Daddy had stacks or cuz he had hoes
My momma had woes
As she rose to wake up to make up
What my Daddy left behind
In the same town, in the same time
There were nights without lights
Roaches and mice
Screaming and fights
Grilled cheese sandwiches and box Macaroni and Cheese, canned corn and brown, I mean “green” beans
That was my life
Time behind bars before I could even dream about stars
Long dark walks and old azz men stopping in their cars
As I ran away to my Grandma house only to find out that life was still the same
No shame
It took hella years to know that I was more than my name
More than the blame
More to what came
And went
Money spent late bills sent
After the stint
In the US Navy
Shit still didn’t make sense
I’ve walked down the aisle to receive my honors
Praying and hoping the bill collectors just wouldn’t bother
I’m struggling to survive
Hoping good 90 day evaluations can keep me alive
Thinking my degrees would stop the fees, reduce my needs
Nope
Life don’t work like that
It wasn’t until I decided that it was my shadow of doubt and fear
That always seemed to loom near
Something I can’t name yet something that I framed
Operating in that frame of mind
Lost a lot of time. Cost a lot of dimes
So now I mind my mind
I practice great thinking
I sit without blinking
I make vision boards and do prayers and affirmations
I’ve turned my life into a declaration
I’ve freed myself of all frustration
The best way to describe this feeling is elation
I’ve elevated operating on a higher frequency
The bottom thinking people can’t see me
From the hood of the ghettos I’ve become a rose
One that grows inside and outside the ground and no one knows
How
Why
When
And Then
It just happened
I started blooming…

 

 

 

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Wagner: The Light Guy, Poetry by Chenda Cox

It’s a vanilla morning,

You take a drag on the whiskey pipe

As you stumble down Jungle Junction, in search of Fantasy Lane

Genre: Life, Society and Political.

 

Wagner: The Light Guy by Chenda Cox

 

It’s a vanilla morning,

You take a drag on the whiskey pipe

As you stumble down Jungle Junction, in search of Fantasy Lane

 

The revelations mumble,

You are nothing more than a drifter

Trapped inside an obsidian dungeon, eating from the sour pantry

Longing to be an imperial deer

 

 

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Read NEW Poetry from new poets from around the world

Read NEW Poetry from new poets from around the world

MESS, by Damilola K. Fashola

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/22/mess-poetry-by-damilola-k-fashola/

TANGENT, by Rebekah Mambiar

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/22/tangent-poetry-by-rebekah-mambiar/

VAIN I AM, A.D. Largie

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/22/vain-i-am-poetry-by-a-d-largie/

THOUGHT NAZIS, by Benzuko

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/22/thought-nazis-poetry-by-benzuko/

BE THE LIGHT, by Yusef Vance

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/22/be-the-light-poetry-by-yusef-vance/

MY COMPASS, by Esmeralda

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/23/my-compass-poetry-by-esmeralda-hernandez/

JAHH THE POET, by Hooper Simba

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/23/jahh-the-poet-poetry-by-hooper-simba/

 

 

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Short Film Movie Review: OH MY OH AGAMI (4min, Egypt, Documentary/Poetry)

Festival Reviews

OH MY OH AGAMI played to rave reviews  at the WILDsound FEEDBACK Film Festival in January 2016. 

OH MY OH AGAMI, 4min, Egypt, Documentary/Poetry
Directed by Hani R. Eskander

A visual poem depicting a life of an Agami resident who reminisces his childhood amidst the ongoing destruction and illegal construction.

Movie Review by Amanda Lomonaco:

I’m often skeptical of poetic cinema, in the same way that I’m often skeptical of overly “artsy” cinema. Although I have found many that I have enjoyed and appreciated, I’m all too aware that these films can often go one of two ways. Oh My Oh Agami is definitely one of the winners.

Despite not being able to understand what was being said in the film without the assistance of the subtitles, I could certainly appreciate the lovely intonations and rhyming sounds I was able to pick up. One of the great advantages of…

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Jahh the Poet, Poetry by Hooper Simba

“Like the infamous Cartel I move dope with my quotes
Killing your paper thin intentions with the visions I’m typin in my notes
My writtens killin your intentions ,on key without the low
you’re no longer mentioned like Casper you remain ghost
I accomplish what you can’t by doing the least while yall doing the most

Genre: Intellectual

Jahh the Poet, by Hooper Simba

“Like the infamous Cartel I move dope with my quotes
Killing your paper thin intentions with the visions I’m typin in my notes
My writtens killin your intentions ,on key without the low
you’re no longer mentioned like Casper you remain ghost
I accomplish what you can’t by doing the least while yall doing the most
Y’all are nothing but leeches and I refuse to be ya host
This is only the beginning , but let me go ahead and make a toast.
Once you Encounter me ain’t no going back like the remote was broken
It’ll always pass through your mind bout the deep things that I’ve spoken
Can’t say my thoughts ain’t deep cuz my words they have been quotin
The juice from my glo’ is exactly where your mind has been soakin
The pressure been building like I was a bear that you been pokin
The words I speak make shawty weak cuz my charm is just that potent .
The vibe I make her feel make her mind levitate and have her body floating.
Yall tried to lock me in house but I’ve already surpassed my predicted ceiling .
I could look you in your eyes , taste your vibe and tell you exactly how you feeling
Tell you how your old skin you should be peeling cuz the layer you grow after that will increase the healing .
I can give you the world , show you what you deserve if your more then willing
Then before you know it , you’ll call me a bandit cuz your heart I’m stealing
I just want a partner in crime and together everything we killing
You could lose your mind, tryna follow my thoughts projection
I wanna fill the world with my thoughts like it was a infection
Put your feet in my shoes , and see the world through my perception
These days I got my eyes closed and I’m swangin tryna make a connection
Tryna achieve my dreams, complete the vision , to improve my reflection
I don’t fear nothing , God & my NaNa are my protection
Everything happens for a reason and that reason i will never question
Even if it looks bad now later on it will be a blessing
Yall thought yall knew it all, I hoped you learned ya lesson
Yall still sleep on that kid , I hope you did a lot of resting
Prepare for a rude awakening , ima fire shots without the smith & Wesson .
My goal in life is to always live lavishly
& return to my home planet cuz I’m from another Galaxy
I been dropping negativity just as much as I been dropping calories
I hold the door open to those who wanna leave cuz all I ever had was me
I’ve always been that shoulder ,everyone can always cry on me
I can never accept failure cuz everyone relies on me
I’m to real to be true so all these people do is lie on me .
How many times I gotta say , I just want a girl to coincide with me ?
A passenger that’s down and always gonna ride with me
A hiker that’s gone climb with me
A pilot that’s gone fly with me
Someone that has the same wave and can vibe with me
Some one who never has anything to hide from me
Some one who has the same drive as me
Some one who could be Bonnie and Clyde with me
the way she looks at me and the vibe tell me she loves me ,silently.
& the fact I wrote that about my dream girl I still haven’t met is a sign to me.” -Jahh

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My Compass, Poetry by Esmeralda Hernandez

I was living my life one bad step at a time, letting this world be my guide.

I was lost in a dark path until I saw the light of your grace. Shining through the sadness and madness. I was trying to avoid your calling, I felt dirty in your presence.

Oh Lord I would be lost without you, you are the compass of my life and my eternal salvation. You are the light that shines in my darkness and calms my sadness.

Genre: Inspirational, Religion

My Compass by Esmeralda Hernandez

I was living my life one bad step at a time, letting this world be my guide.

I was lost in a dark path until I saw the light of your grace. Shining through the sadness and madness. I was trying to avoid your calling, I felt dirty in your presence.

Oh Lord I would be lost without you, you are the compass of my life and my eternal salvation. You are the light that shines in my darkness and calms my sadness.

Now I seen the path you have prepared for me,
The path of fulfillment in your grace, I can’t even explain the joy my heart feels.

Knowing that all along I was not alone, you were there catching me on my every stumble.

Oh Lord I would be lost without you, you are the compass of my life and my eternal salvation. You are the light that shines in my darkness and calms my sadness.

Now I’m living in the light, serving you and letting you be my guide. I stand strong to let this world know, I’m here to shine in your grace.

Let me be the example to many other lost souls. Oh Lord I would be lost without you.

Even when this world make them feel all alone and not worthy in your presence. You are here to shine on them. To be their guide.

Oh Lord I would be lost without you, you are the compass of my life and my eternal salvation.
You are the compass of my life and my eternal salvation.
My compass, my light, my life and my eternal salvation is you Lord.

@EsmeraldaHernandez2016

 

 

 

 

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