Watch them tug along
First her, then him
Walking like looped stitches
In the slanted evening light
Watch her thread him
On her spool
Cast perfectly on the bobbin
Of this orange sky
So long together, they have
Sewn, pulled apart, frayed
And dropped the needle’s thread
But now they rest and
Gather up their loosened strands
Bound together, always
Some people’s
use of the
apostrophe
is a catastrophe,
but you’re not
among those writers,
because your skills
are more refined.
It’s not that hard,
really, to remember
when and where
to hang this
little hook:
dangling up there
joining friendly letters;
taking the place
of i in it’s,
it is especially
beneficial;
or shyly
possessing things,
like the poet’s words
on New Year’s Eve;
or humbly
substituting itself
as a contractor
in word construction,
when other punctuations
can’t, or don’t,
or simply won’t
accept responsibility.
The apostrophe
has no feelings of
superiority to its
lower cousin
the comma,
it’s merely
doing its job,
in the place it belongs,
overseeing things,
bringing meaning
to this lovely language
that’s ours.
It is always eager
to help its letter friends
become words.
That’s why it’s there,
to be useful
to you and yours.
It has always,
always loved
s the best,
don’t you agree?
Now that we’re
in agreement,
we are able
to move on,
are we not ?
http://walkwithfathernature.blogspot.com/2017/12/the-apostrophe-catastrophe.html
let your soul whim beyond it’s wiring
or wander through old feelings like coals of
fire
imprinting previous struggles
as worse mutations of what once was
the frail wails of yesterday echo inside you
stirring haunting waves across your unsettled
ocean
but these are mere memories
a plate to deal with at your table
before tomorrow breeds something new
In a lifetime spent yearning
through which came wishing and dreaming
within many splendid, unquiet enthusiasms
a voice murmured back the word, prayer!
I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind always straying to paradoxes.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
the perkiness brought such euphoria
and so I screamed, ‘Is that a blessing?’
Mattering and assaultive within theodicy
Urging and purging within my slyness,
shyness or otherness, I could not awaken.
Tossing its ghost into all desires,
‘It’s that barrenness,’ I muttered
Quirkingly back into my memories
craving the eccentric, eclectic fantasy
the yearning, an essential evanescence
an evolutionist laughed at me in retort.
‘It’s that piety,’ I whispered.
The saintliness simply smiled.
Biography:
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. Ken is a proud member of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire. He has three poetry collections, “The Cellaring”, “A Taint of Pity”, and “Zephyr’s Whisper”. Ken was the First Place Prize winner with his poem “With Charcoal Black, Version III”, in Realistic Poetry Internationals 2018 Nature Poetry Contest. He also won First Prize in their 2019 Nature Poetry Contest with his piece, “Sonnet 17, Quiet Time”. Ken has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net. He loves life, his family and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy!
At ocean’s edge
I pledge
a solemn oath
to both
the sea and sky
that I
shall be as true
with you
in harmony
with me.
Words are
falling,
tumbling, to
the ground
enjambments
spilling down
railways
without
a sound-
poets, are
whimpering,
writers,
simpering,
readers
wrestling
words
roughly,
regretting
this word
squall
realizing-
this poet,
has
abused
them
all.
GENRE(s): Popcorn Poetry, Writing, Humor, Life, Human Condition, Relationships
After centuries of living with nothing, but my love to you, friends,
I found myself surrounded by the luxury of feelings and I am safe
now, I am alive, I am breathing again, but where were you, my friends,
when I was broken? I am calm now, but where were you my friends
when the emptiness encircled me and I was afraid? Where are the friends
when I need them most? I was yearning for knowledge, but from this
day on, I don’t want to know a thing except for, will I be able or not
to love you again, friends. Maybe everything and maybe nothing that I
have given or maybe not given away will ever be really as mine, as my
own breath? Hello friends, I found you after centuries of living with nothing
but my expectations — our life is what our expectations are. I thank you all.
David Dephy
January 2, 2020
#thebeatpoetuk
This is a memoir,
A tale about love.
A story about a girl,
Who’s now an angel up above.
Taken too soon by,
Workers from hell.
Now this is her story,
That she could never tell.
To understand this soul,
Let’s go back a few years.
To a time in her life,
When she was close to her peers.
The eldest of six,
But back then it was three,
Big sister to all and
All a daughter could be.
An actress, a model,
Ballet Superstar.
This girl had some talent,
Told would always go far.
This was always to be,
Her path was so clear.
But then something called love,
Just suddenly appeared.
She fell for another,
Who’s gaze was hypnotic.
Felt instantly for him,
Not knowing he’s psychotic.
At first she was happy,
Life’s great a perfect time.
Then money started to get,
Really really fine.
He would spend all she had,
Kept wanting more.
Saying he was looking for work,
“I love you”, 20 draw?
After a while
His addiction got to her,
But not in a way,
Where she saw his worth.
She started using,
Couldn’t take the stress.
She loved him so much,
Didn’t want anything less.
At first is was..
Just to calm her down,
A edge taker, nothing heavy..
One time around.
She wished she could of..
Taken it right back,
But the feeling it gave her,
Had such a smack.
On her life in that moment
All troubles had gone,
No money worries,
NOTHING AT ALL…Was wrong.
It was only after her..
Little trip,
Did she soon feel a low,
A sudden hit.
A rush of emotions,
All piled up in stacks.
All issues in life,
That she put to the back.
Gripping her mind
In a toxic like glove,
The lowest she been
Now in walks her love.
He walks over towards her,
Places his hand on her back,
Moves her hair from her face
And kisses her neck.
He tells her “it’s ok,
Things are gonna be alright”..
While he hands her a joint
Then hands her the light.
She’s crying, feeling drained,
Just wanting to escape..
Then she takes a toke,
Suddenly feeling very strange..
It’s not a
Normal high,
Nothing green
About this smoke?
“It’s just a little white, go on take a few more tokes”
She’s hazy, her worlds spinning,
She doesn’t have a clue..
He’s over by the couch
Lining up another few.
As she stumbles to the bathroom
Trying to get a grip.
Looking for her bag,
Finding nothing in it.
All contents on the floor,
No money in sight.
She looks over towards him,
And he asks for a light.
Its obvious to her,
But she wants to hear it from him,
His temper arises,
And he goes for a swing!
She falls to the ground, saying..
“I know it’s not you!”
He kindly helps her up,
And walks her to the lou..
Saying..
“Sorry baby boo,
You just get me so angry,
When you say things
I didn’t do”
She walks out
From the bathroom,
He floods her
With his touch.
Holds her close,
Saying sorry,
Gripping her,
Way too much!
She try’s to pull away
He pulls her in his space,
Saying “sorry babe! I love you”
Then he forces in fast pace!
Although this is this first time,
It happens for years to come,
But this is the very moment
That brought it all on
Over time she lost it all,
Nothing left but only him.
Never finding the strength to
Really make a grin.
He used her
For cash
Treated her body
As asset,
Doing things she
Didn’t want to,
Maked him money
For their habit..
Made her sell out
On the corner,
For their daily
Rush amount,
All the time
She is thinking
Please someone!
Help me out!
Her family at this time
Were now scattered all around
Wanting her safety
Trying to bring her too closer ground.
But she couldn’t leave the country,
As this was down to him.
She got arrested for possession,
And done for smuggling.
He left a stash at her place,
That was stolen from a gang
Police came banging at her door,
And dragged her in a van.
After doing time
For his actions,
She was never
Quite the same.
Entire life
Fucked over,
Prick!
Nowhere to be blamed.
She’s running from her life,
No other way she sees
Trying to heal the pain
But can never feel a breeze
Disconnected from the world
No other way she knows
Trapped in a net of
Misery from those..
Lost soul.
She’s a lost,
lost soul.
By
#thebeatpoetuk
Niall Alexander
The beaten, the homeless
the mentally ill
trudge city streets
in the kinship of defeat,
dreams departed
like so many others
who believed in the Declaration,
who believed in the Constitution
and painfully found
it wasn’t written for them.
—
Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director and worked as an art dealer when he couldn’t earn a living in the theater. He has also been a tennis pro, a ditch digger and a salvage diver. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and his published books include 23 poetry collections, 7 novels, 3 short story collections, 1 collection of essays and 1 collection of his one-act plays. Published poetry books include: Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk, Civilized Ways, Displays, Perceptions, Fault Lines, Tremors, Perturbations, Rude Awakenings, The Remission of Order, Contusions and Desperate Seeker (Winter Goose Publishing. Forthcoming is Learning Curve); Blossoms of Decay, Expectations, Blunt Force, Transitions and Mortal Coil (Wordcatcher Publishing, forthcoming is Temporal Dreams) Earth Links (Cyberwit Publishing: forthcoming Too Harsh For Pastels). His novels include a series ‘Stand to Arms, Marines’: Call to Valor, Crumbling Ramparts and Raise High the Walls (Gnome on Pigs Productions). Acts of Defiance, Flare Up and Still Defiant (Wordcatcher Publishing: forthcoming is Pirate Spring). Extreme Change will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. State of Rage will be published by Cyberwit Publishing. His short story collections include: A Glimpse of Youth (Sweatshoppe Publications). Now I Accuse and other stories (Winter Goose Publishing) and Dogs Don’t Send Flowers and other stories (Wordcatcher Publishing). The Republic of Dreams and other essays (Gnome on Pig Productions). The Big Match and other one act plays (Wordcatcher Publishing, Forthcoming: Collected Plays of Gary Beck Vol 1). Gary lives in New York City.
All readings performed by professional actors.
Poetry Reading: AI! AI! AI! (A Tatarus for Youth), by David Estringel
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/12/17/poetry-reading-ai-ai-ai-a-tatarus-for-youth-by-david-estringel/
Poetry Reading: ABOUT YOU, by Joyce Villeta
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/12/17/poetry-reading-about-you-by-joyce-villeta/
Poetry Reading: DAUGHTER OF THE DUST, by Fadrian Bartley
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/10/26/poetry-reading-daughter-of-the-dust-by-fadrian-bartley/
Poetry Reading: He Looks Human To Me, by Elly Paul A. Tomas
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/10/26/poetry-reading-he-looks-human-to-me-by-elly-paul-a-tomas/
Poetry Reading: GENERATION, by A. Brown
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/10/07/poetry-reading-generation-by-a-brown/
POETRY Reading: Bully, by Travaughn
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/08/26/poetry-reading-bully-by-travaughn/
POETRY Reading: End, by Christine Bolton
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/08/26/poetry-reading-end-by-christine-bolton/
POETRY Reading: THE DEVIL’S CLUTCH, by Kevin Parish
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/08/26/poetry-reading-the-devils-clutch-by-kevin-parish/
POETRY Reading: Almost Homeless, by Perry Terrell
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/08/26/poetry-reading-almost-homeless-by-perry-terrell/
POETRY Reading: The Old Man and the Tree, by Andrew Smith
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/08/26/poetry-reading-the-old-man-and-the-tree-by-andrew-smith/
Poetry Reading: SURREAL, by Megha Sood
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/06/03/poetry-reading-surreal-by-megha-sood/
Poetry Reading: THE TALE OF MARK, by Jacqueline Mead
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/06/03/poetry-reading-the-tale-of-mark-by-jacqueline-mead/
Poetry Reading: Under One Sky, by La Gina O. Gross
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/07/26/poetry-reading-under-one-sky-by-la-gina-o-gross/
Poetry Performance Reading: Families are the treasures of heaven, by G.B. Smith
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2018/05/14/poetry-performance-reading-families-are-the-treasures-of-heaven-by-g-b-smith/
Poetry Reading: MORBID DECEIVER, by Bob Mazzei
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2018/05/14/poetry-reading-morbid-deceiver-by-bob-mazzei/
Poetry Reading: ASPIRATION, by K. Exum
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/15/poetry-reading-aspiration-by-k-exum/
Poetry Reading: Before It’s Too Late, by John T. Leonard
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/15/poetry-reading-before-its-too-late-by-john-t-leonard/
Poetry Reading: BOOTS, by Stephon Void
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/15/poetry-reading-boots-by-stephon-void/
Poetry Reading: INNA BFLAT, by Sharon M. Musgrave
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/15/poetry-reading-inna-bflat-by-sharon-m-musgrave/
Poetry Reading: LET THIS DAY, by Katarina Jovcevska
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/15/poetry-reading-let-this-day-by-katarina-jovcevska/
Poetry Reading: NIBBLES, by Sebastian Hales
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/15/poetry-reading-nibbles-by-sebastian-hales/
Poetry Reading: I Wanna Fruit You, by Marcus Graham
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/17/poetry-reading-i-wanna-fruit-you-by-marcus-graham/
Poetry Reading: The Spiderman, by Paul Wood
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/17/poetry-reading-the-spiderman-by-paul-wood/
Poetry Reading: Simple Truth, by Clay Witkofsky
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/17/poetry-reading-simple-truth-by-clay-witkofsky/
Poetry Reading: Wine and Dine at 9, by Michael Villalobos
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/17/poetry-reading-wine-and-dine-at-9-by-michael-villalobos/
Poetry Reading of: Homlo: Life is about the Light, by Bheku Khumalo
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/11/poetry-reading-of-homlo-life-is-about-the-light-by-bheku-khumalo/
Poetry Reading of: Lucifer’s Grief, by Charbel Tadros
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/11/poetry-reading-of-lucifers-grief-by-charbel-tadros/
Poetry Reading of: Country of Long Winters, by Paul Bamberger
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/11/poetry-reading-of-country-of-long-winters-by-paul-bamberger/
Poetry Reading: 12:20th Freestyle
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/02/07/poetry-reading-1220th-freestyle/
Poetry Reading: Fara, Fara, Fair as Light by Nadia Bruce-Rawlings
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/02/07/poetry-reading-fara-fara-fair-as-light-by-nadia-bruce-rawlings/
Poetry Reading: The Lament by Cleveland W. Gibson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/02/07/poetry-reading-the-lament-by-cleveland-w-gibson/
Poetry Reading: The Battle Within by Maurice Williams Sr
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/02/07/poetry-reading-the-battle-within-by-maurice-williams-sr/
Poetry Reading: SHADOW LIFE by Keith Mark Gaboury
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/02/07/poetry-reading-shadow-life-by-keith-mark-gaboury/
Poetry Reading: Rapture of the Mind by Kelly Loraine Stearns
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/02/07/poetry-reading-rapture-of-the-mind-by-kelly-loraine-stearns/
Poetry Reading: Prosecco Blond by Roger Hayman
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/02/07/poetry-reading-prosecco-blond-by-roger-hayman/
Poetry Reading: Dan’s Bogey Wall by Si Baker
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/01/06/poetry-reading-dans-bogey-wall-by-si-baker/
Poetry Reading: The Knight and The Dragon by Brian T. Sluga
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/01/06/poetry-reading-the-knight-and-the-dragon-by-brian-t-sluga/
Poetry Reading: by Bare Imagination by Gabriel Saldie
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/01/06/poetry-reading-by-bare-imagination-by-gabriel-saldie/
Poetry Reading: Run Mama Run by Ruth AKA Rhscribbles
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/01/06/poetry-reading-run-mama-run-by-ruth-aka-rhscribbles/
Poetry Reading: Unanswered Call by TAK Erzinger
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/01/06/poetry-reading-unanswered-call-by-tak-erzinger/
Poetry Reading: Saint – Kathleen my Mum by Patricia Poulos
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/01/06/poetry-reading-saint-kathleen-my-mum-by-patricia-poulos/
Poetry Reading: The Bombing of Tabriz by Mary Freericks
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/01/06/poetry-reading-the-bombing-of-tabriz-by-mary-freericks/
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