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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.

“ The weeks go by, the fourth, the fifth, And normalcy’s become a myth… My energy is out of whack — I want my normal problems back.” — Art of Quotation

Wish The weeks go by, the fourth, the fifth, And normalcy’s become a myth. I want to hug, I want to hold, I want this deadly scourge controlled. I want to walk amidst a crowd. I want to lift this morbid shroud. I sit, sequestered in my home, And yearn to mingle, travel, roam. My […]

via “ The weeks go by, the fourth, the fifth, And normalcy’s become a myth… My energy is out of whack — I want my normal problems back.” — Art of Quotation

“ when I look back at [a] drawing, it carries a couple hours of my life with it. ” — Art of Quotation

Diane Olivier, artist and educator remembers sketching a tomato slice on a trip to France: “When I look at that drawing I remember the temperature, I remember where we were sitting,” she said. “I remember the shadow falling across the picnic table. I remember the people I was talking to. And when I look back […]

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“ the greatest liar hath his believers: and it often happens, that if a lie be believed only for an hour, it hath done its work.” — Art of Quotation

“As the vilest writer hath his readers, so the greatest liar hath his believers: and it often happens, that if a lie be believed only for an hour, it hath done its work.” Jonathan Swift, writer

via “ the greatest liar hath his believers: and it often happens, that if a lie be believed only for an hour, it hath done its work.” — Art of Quotation

“ We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our dead ideas… Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it. “ — Art of Quotation

What is this thing that has happened to us? It’s a virus, yes. In and of itself it holds no moral brief. But it is definitely more than a virus. Some believe it’s God’s way of bringing us to our senses. Others that it’s a Chinese conspiracy to take over the world. Whatever it is, […]

via “ We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our dead ideas… Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it. “ — Art of Quotation

MYSTIC NATURE!, by Debasish majumder

I have a fancy to live high
Above the sky
I resorted to a skyscraper
To satiate my aspiration and desire
I felt extremely contented with my glamour and clamor
I am superior from many out of my endeavor
It is my strong belief
Out of ability and potentiality I am enjoying such wonderful relief!

I am in smug and feeling safe
I am isolated from lot who are just despicable to my jest
Everyday I enjoy my usual design of livelihood
Where electric lift and other gadgets make my comfortable life with sheer gratitude
Hardly I am capable to comprehend the buzzing sound in loud
The nature as well trees and plants in and around me too struggling to reach out
Above the sky is too their aspiration
Whether photosynthesis or in respiration
They continuously work with perspiration
How to express their entity in valor
To make themselves distinct too in nature’s floor!

Unlike Xylem and Phloem in plants construction
We human can travel for our existence in bidirectional
With our distinct capacity to think and rethink
We explore the nature’s floor to prove our superior extinct
But when a natural catastrophe hound us
We could comprehend evidently how insignificant our gravity which we claim in boisterous
We helplessly witness the uprooted trees became the softest victims
Like in man made war where children and women too subjected to few atrocious regimes
Helplessly they are decimated
Their obituary never being scripted
But their dedication will never be suppressed
They are true pedestal on which on which human civilization propelled!

I wonder if there is no existence of trees and plants in nature’s surface
As I recently observed huge quantity of them suddenly became moribund and dead
Being uprooted and devastated by the attack of a cyclone
Engulfing us with a life threatening menace
Alarmingly nature conveying the message of its rage
Tough fighting against nature is our inherent tendency
How could we expect from nature on us its clemency
Subduing nature is still beyond our capacity
Yet we are still engaged in fight within to subdue majority within our fraternity
Not knowing how they too may react to obliterate few’s entity!

We few are perhaps considering only privileged
With audacity and ego we dare to cause huge rampage
Nature will surely take its toll
In due time to obliterate our superiority with hyperbole!

THE 14-YEAR OLD STUDENT, HER TEACHER AND HER GOD, by RENE EUAGGELIZO

http://www.irenesnuggets.wordpress.com

STUDENT:

It’s me again,Lord

Thank you for the chicken mummy fried for dinner yesterday

If only she had added a little more salt, it would have been awesome.

(PLEASE DON’T TELL HER, she can easily cancel the burger king date)

Can you please allow my younger sister to forget about the Oreos ice-cream

this afternoon, so I can take it tonight and say it was a mistake?

God, (sighs deeply) is school really important?

I know the bible says that we should study to show ourselves approved but

What if I don’t want to prove myself to anybody? (throws hands up in despair)

I mean with teachers like Mr. Alphius, Mr. Lucovic and Ms. Irene,

how can I ever be happy? Ms. Irene

It’s not about her looks, ermmmmm…. She’s pretty… you created her well,

But does she know how difficult it is to meet her homework deadlines?

That woman is so difficult to convince… soooooo difficult that

On a difficulty scale from 1 to 10

She is probably like 9.92341

And about Mr. Alphius let me not even go there

He’s a pain

I cannot even ask him a simple question

Without him blasting me

I mean how I am supposed to learn if I can’t even ask questions?

Lord, I know you say we should put our trust in you and you’ll provide for us

But Checkpoint Exams is just beyond my faith.

We’ve written like 5 progression tests and I don’t know what to believe anymore

I always pray Lord; you know I do

But I never get the grades I expect

Lord, trust me, I want to have blind Faith in you

But at my age, it’s very difficult to when there are so many distractions

And my calls to you are unanswered

Dear lord I know I sin a lot like…. a lot

And always ask for forgiveness and sometimes if I was you

I wouldn’t even forgive myself

Remember the time I lied to Mr. Aikins that I had done my homework even though I spent my whole night talking to Jayden on the phone. And I was searching in my bag as if I had done it in the first place.

Lord I’m sorry for all those times that I tried to talk to you

And got distracted by my phone.

LORD! The final exams are almost here

I will put you first

I will put you second

I will put you third

In fact, its all about you, JESUS.

Please help me

I’m sorry

TEACHER:

Finally, I have time to talk to you

With all the marking and teaching I have to do

I never have time though I know I should make time

Lord my students are failing and I don’t know what to do

Am I a bad teacher??????

Lord, I have learnt that teaching is a calling.

Could it be that perhaps you didn’t call me?

I have tried so many things but nothing has worked

In fact, my boss said if they didn’t pass their next test

I would be fired.

I can’t lose another job…. I need the money

I’m not even done with my masters

degree and I’m desperate.

How do you even select the students who come to my class?

Rosa? Lord, Rosa? Oh

What did I do wrong? I have read the story of Dr. Ben Carson but God

This 4-4-2 formation of

Rosa-Leila-Dana-Justine

Claire-Addison-Rae-Charlie

Chase and Anthony ………………… is just like Chelsea against Bayern Munich :3,0

Rosa and Claire…this girl never stops talking with that other girl Leila

Who doesn’t know how to respect her elders?

Oh God

Dana and Charlie…. and I’ve tried Lord. Trust me, I have.

I don’t know how to help her.

How can you get 7 out of 30 on a test about a topic I just taught the day before?

I mean is it even believable?

I feel like Chase and Anthony just want to see me have a mental breakdown.

Lord, your word says we can overcome any challenge

but these children are more than mountains

Can you make them plains?

Lord, I know I’m not supposed to complain but I’ve had enough.

You didn’t promise that the road will be smooth

but this one I am on is worse than rocky springs!

I’m calling on you Lord. Please answer.

GOD:
(Sighs) O my child!

Not this again

We’ve had this conversation many times

You don’t seem to get it

How many times do I have to say

That you can’t do anything without me?

Maybe if I was the first thing on your mind in the morning

I would’ve noticed you.

It seems you only come to me in times of need

Or in tough situations.

I said in my Word that I will deliver you in times of trouble

But I also said you must love me with all you heart, soul and body.

Your lifestyle doesn’t include me and

It breaks my heart.

I need you to trust me

Trust me when I say seek me first and all the things you want

Will be yours

Trust me when I say I will be with you always

You’ve forgotten that Rosa is my child too?

Sometimes it’s just not her fault

But your fault for not knowing that foolishness

Is bound to the hearts of children

Or if you knew

You didn’t drive it away well.

You are trying your best

I can see

And you made the right choice coming to me

I’m a very jealous God

And I’ve made it very clear that I don’t tolerate any

Type of idols

I will say it clearly

Your phone is your idol

You don’t believe me?

What’s the first thing you think about when you get up?

When your mother takes it away from you

You look like a day-old baby who has been deprived of milk for 8 hours!

I miss those times when you used to read your bible everyday

And be happy to go to church everyday

Singing on the way, “everyday”

Now you find it boring ANYWAY

So next time you pray to me

Consider me,

Put me first in your life

and don’t exploit My Grace.

The irony, by Coco

http://www.poemsfromheartcom.wordpress.com/

What are you tryna do? I’m somewhat confused.
Why are you on the ground, acting like you’re bruised?

Why is it dat you seem to suffer?
When I was the one who had it tougher.
And even though I couldn’t have had it rougher,
I wished at least you were happy, duffer.

A little of smartness, with a hint of heart.
Your special recipe. Your perfect black art.
I was the one left with a bleeding heart.
So why are you acting like you’re the one hurt?

The beautiful dream that I so lovingly built,
Covered in red with the blood that you spilt.
You chose to be the one holding the hilt.
So why all of a sudden, the facade of guilt?

I was the one caged in what was your lair.
So why do you seem like the one in despair?
You take the blame and act like you care.
Trying to make me feel bad? Isn’t it unfair?

You said you liked dark but your favorite was red.
Oh how I loved you! For you, I bled.
But you wouldn’t see it. Turned your back on me instead.
And you say you loved me too now dat I’m dead?

Why are you still alone?
I thought that we were done.
You say you’re trying to atone.
But what’s dead will never be reborn.

Keep your sarcasm and your wisdom.
You can go back to where you came from.
Barge in my life and played the system.
You’re the criminal. Not the victim.

What suffering do you talk about? What pain?
When it was me who was left barely sane.
You won the battle. So why dont you go reign?
Declare yourself the king, almighty and vain.