Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

POETRY Reading by Poet Chrystal Meach

Performed by Val Cole

Poem:

The sun glistens upon us. Hawks fly. Angels sing. The dance of life moves to the beat of earth’s hum. Gaia awakens those asleep. They have slumbered far too long. The time is now. Let it flow through you. The child within is your first clue. As you listen to the silence, your matrix training comes undone. Let the ruin around you be, the journey within will set you free. Get on the peace train, together we’re gonna be alright. One love, one heart– a crystalline cave within. When you find it, your suffering is no longer bound. You have moved beyond the duality. Your soul ascends the darkness clouds. Patience and gentleness start within you: courage and strength set in motion will move you past the betrayal and deception. All is revealed. The caterpillar transforms from the cocoon. The butterfly sees the light– the power from within.

Poetry Reading: BEAUTY SLEEP, by George Tunis

Performed by Val Cole

Beauty Sleep

In a cold and murky water,
Upon a flowered, and blooming land.
Lays the bones,
and treasured objects,
Of a lng lost and missing man.

Fish feed on the decayed remnants,
Pebbles collect the remaining scum.
His skin, devoured long ago,
The currents washed away his blood.

The chirps of a wooded evening,
Luminous swells from a silver moon.
My love, we strolled along the bank,
Yet his cadaver spoils her view.

Disbelief,
From the gory scene.
A curse, befalls this romance.
She howls in to the night,
As she sees plainly, my plan.

My hand feels for a rock.
My disposition, cold.
And with the rise,
Of the morning sun,
This River grave will be your home.

Next to his bones, now she lays.
Her hair strewn,
through the golden sands.
An empty stare, from sunken eyes.
Rigor mortis in her hands.

Read Poem: IF HE’S REAL, by Tanasha Friar

God needs to come and swoop me up
From this grief and heartache that I feel
If He’s real
God needs to show me a win
There’s been too much loss
Can’t escape this state that I’m in
Wishing for a new day, a new way
Crying myself to sleep
Hoping when the light appears
I will no longer weep.
God needs to come swoop me up
From this grief and heartache that I feel
If He’s real
I have been seeking Him for as long as I can
Remember, I’m not perfect, I’m what they call
A sinner
Repent and take this daily bread
Never letting ego go to my head
Be humble
Help your fellow man, be generous and kind
Do all you can….in His name
When you do, you will never be the same.
I’m tired of this journey, of one tragedy after
another….will you keep me, my brother?
Some don’t care, some came to gaulk
Some will surround you, because they are
Part of His flock.
Everything that happens has a place and time
They/It has a date on the line

Good or bad, happy or sad,
Life and death will happen…is it worth loving
So much and so deep and so hard?
According to God, the answer is in His only
Begotten son, aside from Him
There is no one….
God needs to swoop me up
From this grief and heartache that I feel
If He’s real.

Read Poem: BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE, by Tanasha Friar

You like putting women down.
You wear that ill-will like a crown.
You strategize when to turn their smile upside down.
Because you secretly wear a frown.
You’re consumed with your own misery
Jealous by their success.
Pretending to love and enhance their ability
When deeply you’re a f**** mess!
When will you realize your insecurity is your fall?
The fear you live by keeps you against the wall.
Not the women who’ve tried to love you
And show you a better way
You constantly keep them at bay.
Rejecting their flaws and lack of perfection
When it’s actually your own reflection,
You can’t stand to see them fly
You sabotage leaving them asking why.
Run back from whence you came
To hibernate, then again, to begin the game.
You emerge as if you are the victor
But, you’re a small man because
You picked her
Tricked her
Contradicted her
You afflicted her
You predicted her
Understand though, there’s always consequences to
your flow.

Before you know it, God will show it
Believe in Him or not, He’s going to touch your right
spot.
Show you what it’s like to not take flight
Uncovering your blind eyes and malice heart
So you can stop tearing others apart.
Leading you to a crossroad,
Seeing which way you choose
If you don’t take the right one
You will definitely continue to lose.
Will you keep being a fool?
Or will you take the path to get schooled?
He will lead you out the depth of your darkness and
into the light.
Release past pain that came to you into the night
Stop hurting women, stop calling them names
Stop hurting yourself and going insane.
Remember when I said you emerge a victor?
Decide to follow Him, genuinely
Because He is the predictor
Of your fate.
Don’t fret, not using you as bait.
Just me telling you, before it’s too late.

Read Poem: THE STRANGER, by Melvin Glazer

In the day of your night, I come
a stranger appearing and disappearing
like a mirage in the desert of your dreams
In the day of your night, you come
a chaser of ghosts, but you will never find who you seek
for whom you seek is no longer there
No matter how hard you look
no matter how much you hurt
you will never find him in me
and who you do find (in me) is not who I am
but a stranger of little value to you
when placed next to the ghost of who I was
and in looking for who I was, you fail to see me

In the day of my night you come
but not as a chaser of ghosts
for no matter how hard I look
no matter how much I hurt
I can never bring back what was
the wonderful boy who is now a man
I can only deal with what is and what is, is
I see the part of me that is part of you
as you see the part of you that is part of me, and that will never change
I will always be your father and you will always be my son
and I will always love the boy you were and the man you are
and you will always love the ghost of who I was
but perhaps, one day, you’ll love the stranger in me too
and forgive me for all I did and didn’t do
for by forgiving me, you will in so doing, be forgiving yourself
thus a gift to each and each to the other
the greatest gift of all
LOVE