Soulmate, Poetry by Frank Carl John Wellenstein

Deep in my heart
Is where u exist
Stood thru time passed the test
Since that first date
Soulmate

Genre: Love, Relationship, Romance

Soulmate
by Frank Carl John Wellenstein

Deep in my heart
Is where u exist
Stood thru time passed the test
Since that first date
Soulmate

True love, true trust
A perfectness
Our souls together as one
Till kingdom come
A feeling of forever
Always with u my love
My destiny, My fate
Soulmate

We grow together everyday, every way
My best friend, till the end
All my life
Sharing smiles
Clearing tears
Our love wont wait
Soulmate

Our bodies grow old now
Our hearts still strong
A love forever long
Earth and heavens gate
Soulmate

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Dearly Beloved, Poetry by Marquis Green

And what, we ask ourselves to pick up the pieces because perfection is a picture not yet
attainable by protection.
We’re begged to let our hearts guards down, in some twisted attempt to let another in and board
up the damage found,
to take our hearts and bend the rules,
to look over pain, to not become bitter fools.
They’ll always ask “is everything okay”,
and you’ll sit there lying with grimace,

Genre: Love, Relationship

Dearly Beloved
by Marquis Green

And what, we ask ourselves to pick up the pieces because perfection is a picture not yet
attainable by protection.
We’re begged to let our hearts guards down, in some twisted attempt to let another in and board
up the damage found,
to take our hearts and bend the rules,
to look over pain, to not become bitter fools.
They’ll always ask “is everything okay”,
and you’ll sit there lying with grimace,
as you flimsily make your way out of each encounter forgetting each time to put yourself
together again, and your mind claws at its walls,
are we making the same mistakes again,
could we have found love again, and I’ll make my heart stand aside,
and ask if you could abide by my crazy demands,
because for some silly reason, my hearts demand is happiness.
We forgot what it was like to not know perfection but find it in each other,
and we started to learn how to live with regret,
and the burdens became heavier to hold,
still they became easier when we were together.
I met you on the side of a back alley in Calcutta,
and you met me for the first time as the dealer kept an ace under his sleeve to give Chris his
advantage. Don’t we all want that sunrise story,
that perfect encounter?
And yet everyone still looks down on my dearly beloved,
forced to hide feeling for ambition, as a hold of depression takes over and becomes her position,
her condition is worsened by the hate she keeps inside for herself.
I knew it,
I saw the signs.
I felt it, I wore the scars.
And I see everything and everyone pass you by, and all I know is that you’re running out of time.
Sympathy takes my emotion,
and my soul becomes a commotion,
gathering steam in an attempt to drown your sorrow,
and murder becomes the answer, and the mirror reveals all my horror.
Pain is gone. And we, as now one, can rejoice in the celebration that you are never alone.
And yet, you’re ready to let that go and I’m ready to let you go.
Was it a mistake, each moment that drives our abuse, each dose that douses our hopes, however
loose our bonds to dreams are, and happiness is never far.
And what will tomorrow bring?
Every new sound to hammer hope into a broken commitment will leave me without grounding,
and I’ll be left for dead at a destroyed altar,
and I’ve heard it all, found alone,
and all the walls marked with the words
to know life goes on, and that we will have the strength to move on.
And what did you find in me?
Some distorted truth, pinpointed poison
lies that helped you realize nothing’s perfect,
and the only time everything was normal was in this young love’s youth.
I feel it too.

I write this to you, my dearly beloved.
For the house we made has burned to the ground, but these bricks still stand.
Each picture depicts a crime scene, for we are all thieves now,
for stealing these moments from ones that we truly need.
For each person that took a part of you, I am sorry.
For each person who maimed your soul, I still worry.
For each ring that becomes a mirror into you, I am sorry.

Dearly beloved.
Today is 20 years ago.
17 we met.
3 we loved.
A lifetime, we knew.
Today,
we
grieve.

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A BROKEN WOMAN, Poetry by Eshema Momoh

Broken by the past and circumstances;

Broken by self and others;

Broken by decisions and actions;

Broken within and without;

Broken in places that should be whole;

Genre: Sad, Dark, Depression

A BROKEN WOMAN
by Eshema Momoh

Broken by the past and circumstances;

Broken by self and others;

Broken by decisions and actions;

Broken within and without;

Broken in places that should be whole;

Broken and frustrated;

Broken and hurt;

Broken pieces small and big.

Needing restoration,

Needing hope,

Needing healing,

Needing love,

Need the pieces to come back together.

No one knows how broken I am,

No one knows how much I hurt,

No one understands the pains,

No one can feel the brokenness for me.

I am all alone in this broken state in a broken world,

A broken life.

Who can help me out of this brokenness?

Who can mend me and make me whole again?

Who can heal the Brokenhearted?

Then I hear words of hope,

A song of deliverance….

Alleluia! The great Potter wants to put me back together again.

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Today’s INSTAGRAM Photos: Wednesday October 28 2015

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Today’s INSTAGRAM Photos: Classic Chocolate Chip Cookies. Poetry Performance Reading. Rainbow umbrella down the misty street.

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Today’s NOVEL Loglines and Story Pitches (Buy Online)

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Free logline submissions. The Writing Festival network averages over 95,000 unique visitors a day.
Great way to get your story out: http://www.wildsound.ca/logline.html

Title: Karma Copia
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/karma_copia_by_dana_cariola.html
Written by: Dana Cariola
Type: Novel a
Genre: Sci-Fi

Title: The Dying Dance
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/the_dying_dance_by_ricardo_m_fleshman.html
Written by: Ricardo M Fleshman
Type: Novel
Genre: Mystery-Thriller

Title: The Prince’s Man
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/the_princes_man_by_deborah_jay.html
Written by: Deborah Jay
Type: Novel
Genre: Epic Fantasy

Title: The Devil & Pastor Gus
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/the_devil_and_pastor_gus_by_roger_e_bruner.html
Written by: Roger E. Bruner
Type: Novel
Genre: Speculative Christian/Satire

Title: Loose Threads: Cool Assassins 1
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/loose_threads_cool_assassins_1_by_jo_quantaman.html
Written by: J. O. Quantaman
Type: Novel
Genre: Espionage, Alternate History, Science Fiction, Unresolved Romance

Title: TIME THEORY
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/time_theory_by_jimi_fasina.html
Written by: Jimi Fasina
Type: Novel
Genre: Thriller

Title: The Full Mood – A Priestess Tale
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/the_full_mood_priestess_tale_by_pen_augustin.html
Written by: Pen Augustin
Type: Novel
Genre: Fantasy Fiction

Title: Final Hearing
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/final_hearing_by_oscar_sanders.html
Written by: Oscar Sanders
Type: Novel
Genre: Political Suspense Murder Mystery

Title: Off-World
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/off-world_by_jonah_bergan.html

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Watch Poem turned into a MOVIE: 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

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

Who are we?, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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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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Heartfelt, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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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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Strong Man, by Patsy Jawo

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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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On A High, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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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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