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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 Global Foe, by Abubakarr Momoh Sesay

Have you heard about it?
Do you feel the pains and sorrows?
Can we all die of this?
Oh Corona!
You came like a wildfire, quickly vanishing the unforgettable pains of Ebola
You’re ruining lives through panic;
Affecting the known and unknown
Destroying our immune system

Oh Corona! what a deadly pandemic?

I tell you it’s tragic!
Far away from your magic
I am terrified by the numerous cases we see and hear
All you portray is fear

What a bitterness we are facing?
You keep spreading rapidly.
Leaving no nook or kranny
This is the right time to turn to our Maker
Let’s all seek His blessing.

There’s no where to hide
Everyone bears the brunt of of their burden
Nations to which we depend all succumb

Don’t feel sick and seat, reach 117 to assist.
Be sure to seek for medical aid
Ourselves are weapons to fight against this foe.

Let’s embrace ourselves and live as one big family!
It doesn’t matter where you are ,
Neither where you’re from.
Your race doesn’t matter
All we need is each other
Let’s forget our differences
We’re not enemies,

DEATH OF NOISE, by Shiela Denise Scott

You play music,
Loudly,
No respect for the silent type,
You own the blocks peace,
Thug life,
selfishly

You deal to the fiends,
Turning corners at all times,
Loudly they scream,
Interrupting peace of mind,
Gang life never resigns

Prosperously you push luxury,
The struggling mother lost sleep time,
Riches you gain from others losing their minds,
Causing spirits to Rebel with no peace signs

Darkened by midnight,
No one lights up your face,
But the next lost soul,
Who lost their faith,
Another mishap,
Confusing their fate
Another angel,
Misguided by devils’ gates

Trapped in a neighborhood,
Forced by salary resided citizens, and crime,
Gunshots ring my memory,
Visual fights disturb the mind,
Noise raises its volume,
Addiction praises its find,
Screams of yesterday echo,
Into the shadows of moonlight…

Help me find silence!

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The Climax…, by Jo-Ann E

You’re yelling now.

The veins in your neck

Popping out as if they’re ready to attack me

Right then and there.

I sit on the bed as I watch you pace back and forth avoiding eye contact.

Can’t help but feel the tears gathering themselves, blurring my view

The knot in my throat ready to take over

Common sense, love, and empathy go flying out the window as I hear the words coming out of your mouth.

I open my mouth to interrupt you but I go mute. Out of fear.

Fear of our future. Fear of getting hurt. Fear of not being able to recognize the person that I claim to love. Fear of falling out of love.

So I stay quiet. Let it out.

But remember….

remember that a sponge can only be full for so long, until water starts spilling out of every hole.

random forests, by Mark Tiegs

we are in the random forests
we are. leo. adele. Ho[4][5] and Amit and German [6] in order (Fujitsu now)
we are random forests
we are decision trees. tree bagging (Main article: Bootstrap aggregating)
predictions for unseen samples x’ can be made by averaging the predictions
from all the individual regression trees onx’
we are from bagging to random forests
we are in the 7000 oaks
we are documenta 7 (joseph beuys)
we are 7000 oaks
we are the basalt stones pointing to the oaks
predictions for unseen situ (situationist international (not regression trees))
we are from random forests to 7000 oaks

My thoughts on writing poetry as a form of therapy — womanonajourney

I wrote a poem a few days ago. It’s something I don’t do very often, in fact apart from a very short, crappy haiku I wrote a few weeks ago, the last time I wrote any form of poetry was about a year ago, after a friend of mine passed away. I find that when […]

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How Writing Poetry Can Help You Understand Your Trauma — Thought Catalog

If you document your pain, you’ll find that 100 heartbreaks may call for 100 letters of forgiveness or that fear you’ve been experiencing calls for bigger faith and trust in God.

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Stéphane Mallarmé on Art, Language, Writing, Poetry, and More. — BIG OTHER

Happy birthday, Stéphane Mallarmé! Here are some quotes from his writing. “The world was made in order to result in a beautiful book.” “It is in front of the paper that the artist creates himself.” “We do not write poems with ideas, but with words.” “I am inventing a language […]

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WRITING: Poetry in a time of plague — Comma And

What do poets wanting to bring out new works DO at this time? Happenstance poetry publisher, Helena Nelson was shocked to receive “business as usual” proposals from poets wanting their work published. In a blog post, “What C-19 is doing to poetry publishing” she points out just why this usual way of getting printed is […]

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Writing for the Soul — Flicker of Thoughts

I have recently written this piece with Ben, whom I share similar way in writing poetry, from the concept beginning lines to the last word fine tune. Do check out his blog Benjamin Grossman I savour your words on my tongue daily Reading aloud your thoughts and feelings As if sampling a handcrafted recipe […]

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