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.

NOVEL Transcript Reading of In Bad Company, by Ke Sol — Novel Writing Festival

Genre: Drama Inside the male dominated world of the Outlaw Motorcycle Club, families do exist. Performed by Brian Carleton **** Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com Festival Moderators: Kierston Drier, Shepsut Wilson Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne Editors: Kimberly Villarruel, Kyle Drier, John Johnson Festival Directors: Mary Cox, Rachel Elder, Natasha Levy Camera Operators: Hugh Fraser, Andy Camp, Aser […]

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NOVEL MOVIE: The Adventures of Larson and Garrett: Epic the First, by Aaron Dennis — Novel Writing Festival

Narration by Val Cole BUY Novel on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Larson-Garrett-Epic-First/dp/1731228902 A wicked daemon bestows great power on evil men in exchange for worship. An unlikely duo find friendship amidst war and chaos. Godly forces collide. Larson and Garrett are two simple, young men, yet they both have their own daemons. In the face of danger, of […]

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NOVEL Transcript Reading: SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE, by Linda Palmer — Novel Writing Festival

Performed by Norma Dawn Dunphy BUY on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Middle-Linda-Palmer/dp/1499121377 Though Everly Sayers makes every effort to be friendly to new student Roone Thorsen, he doesn’t actually acknowledge her until he needs help with physics. Tall and a little on the teddybear side physically speaking, Roone falls somewhere in the middle when it come to the […]

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Read Poem: THE DARK WEB!, by Vijetha Shenoy

GENRE: Dark

She was young, naive and innocent! He was in his adolescence…
He was fond of her and she was fond of his presence…
She aged less than a decade but he was older to her by more than a decade…
She played with the dolls but he played with her, unafraid…
She was swayed by his candy treats unaware of his intention…
He had the little kid’s attention as he had created admirable impression..
He weaved his web in a pleasing way with a strong blockade…
Andthere she was, his fun prey to his worthless beak, dismayed…
The Child in her thought it was a fun game of tickles…
It was too late when she realized that it wasn’t just about laugh and giggles…
His sleazy trap was desperate for a toy to try-on…And she was a fresh and free coupon to tread on…He was like a camouflaged snake in the beautiful green grass…
As he tried but not succeeded to crush her courage like a broken glass…
She wished she was a bit older to act upon then…To break his nib and put a stop to his playpen…
She may try to forget as she grows older and stronger by the day…
Yetthis haunting memory make her nerves fray every single day…
Her heart says to forgive that deficient boy who is now a middle aged sad man…
But there is a desire deep inside of her to unfold this sad story to his clan…
For, he may have young daughters and she really hopes and prays…
That they don’t get caught into this desolately woven dark web of dirty play…
©VJ

Read Poem: Pacific Theater, by Michael Ventimiglia

I’m swallowed in soil, engulfed in a trench
On shorelines where I outlive better men.
Does that sense of resentment get to them?

As rounds fall in sand and the ocean breaks
Blood red is distilled in the tide and the wake
Immersed in the water where waves pummel my chest
My feet sink in sand and I struggle to tread

For every step that I take is traced by guns
And fire and blood fill up in my lungs.
I stumble. I choke, so damn desperate to breath
The fresh breath that stationed me overseas.

I pick the pockets and bags left on men
For whatever scraps of metal are left
With names and numbers still etched in them

Then orders reach my men and I
“Collect what you can. We’re leaving tonight.”

So many were left mangled in Earth
Their bones eroding into the dirt.
Soon no relics or remnants of their hearts or souls
Just folded flags for their widows to hold.

Forget the intent that garnished those days.
The pride and the glory of those who decay.
The flowers and medals can never repay
The honor that dug so many graves.

Read Poem: Raging Ocean, by Ramone

I am like a ship sailing atop a raging ocean

The high waves are thrashing, hindering my motion

I have a destination in mind: to it I have great devotion.

No, not any port in a storm will satisfy

I am predestined for greatness by and by

Yet these waves are getting bigger and I miss the blue sky

The storm is surging as though I am the bad guy

Getting cursed for evil deeds or maybe that is just my conscience

Playing tricks on me.

Am I my generation’s new face of failure. Such thoughts take all my glee

Some may think I am just lost at sea

But I have a destination in mind that I will get to at any fee

And it shall be, I decree.

https://ppaspera.wordpress.com/2018/03/24/raging-ocean/

Read Poem: False Promises: A Tale of the Past Betrayal, by Jane Smith

(Genre: Painful, Betrayal, Love, Relationships)

(unpublished in Candidthoughtsofawriter.wordpress.com)

Where are you now?
Where are your promises?
Didn’t you remember I was your princess?
Why you didn’t fight for me even just a little?
I didn’t know we were two in the process
You just left me hanging with those false promises
Blind folded with your caress
I was not aware of your game to satisfy your ego
You left me no choice but to let go
Sweet lies you’ve given me
Are the same kisses from hell to break me
And the touch that seemed like forever
Was nothing but a faded embrace
As if I was a loser
Do you know that agony of losing you
Is like a screaming brain with no sound?
Like a deep wounded flesh drowned in alcohol
A darkness no one could ever describe
Could you tell me who your bride is?
If only I knew from the start
That hidden engagement you never said
To get your selfish needs
Oh, I forgot men are men
I shouldn’t have fallen
All I ever thought was your happiness
You’ve just thrown the heart that’s beating for you and it’s now at rest
But things were meant to happen the way they were
Maybe this is justice, a cycle that must end
You and I were not meant
Because you chose her
And you chose to leave me
Now I thank you
I’m choosing this pain to end.

“How much larger your life would be if your self could become smaller in it… you would find yourself under a freer sky, in a street full of splendid strangers.” — Art of Quotation

“How much larger your life would be if your self could become smaller in it… you would find yourself under a freer sky, in a street full of splendid strangers.” G.K. Chesterton, writer Image: Johannes Plenio

via “How much larger your life would be if your self could become smaller in it… you would find yourself under a freer sky, in a street full of splendid strangers.” — Art of Quotation

“In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment.” — Art of Quotation

“In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment.” Maxine Hong Kingston, author Image: Anders Nord

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“No human being can really understand another, and no one can arrange another’s happiness.” — Art of Quotation

“No human being can really understand another, and no one can arrange another’s happiness.” Henry Graham Greene, writer

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