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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.

Poetry Reading: A Single Atom, by Ivor Steven

Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Get to know the poet:

  What is the theme of your poem?

The poem is about my turmoil of thoughts and doubts, between my recently departed wife, and my starting up of a new relationship.

What motivated you to write this poem?

Lots of bad dreams and guilt.

How long have you been writing poetry?

I’ve been writing poetry for twenty-two years, although I’ve only been going public with my writings for the last eight years.

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

I’d love to have dinner with Leonard Cohen.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

The curiousity factor of listening to my words being articulated by some-one else, and to have my poem heard by the large audience of Poetry Festival’s readers.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

Basically I only write poems, however I have written a few short stories.

What is your passion in life?

I’m an Australian, and my main passion is to travel to Canada and America, and visit family/relatives

Read Poetry: Escape, by Farzleen F. Khan

She escaped
The dreadful dread
Broke free from
The clutches
Waiting to hold her
Captive deep
Behind locked gates
Wrathed by a fury
She escaped
She escaped
The feeling of
Having walked
A familiar street
Hassled by hustles
Bogged down
By the boredom
Of having flashing
Camera strobes
Delude her mind
She escaped
She escaped
The crazy act
Of sensationalizing
Everything from
Her morning jogs
To her dragging her
Feet after sips
On the rocks
She escaped
She escaped
The tabloid scenes
The torrid trash talk
The humiliating torment
The badmouthing imprints
The reality that sets her apart
The glam, glit and glory
She escaped
The foundation of her sanity

 

 

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Read Poetry: Fake News, by Vikky Lonie

I’ve decided to stop reading the news
It’s full of contradiction and misinterpreted views,
Bending of truths like a novelists muse
Inciting inspiration, stimulation, radicalisation but never the truth of the situation
Just a public announcement of the wrong account, a miscommunication or fake revelation
Is it an attempt at entertainment?
Lacking empathy, a cold report with no sympathy
Of death, disaster and misery
Attacking humanity
As they relish at the world flying in to abyss
I can’t be alone, wishing we would all hug and kiss
So, instead I’ve turned to poetry, where theres no need to encourage, provoke or lie
For words of poem can reach the sky, you cant deny
My interpretation is all I need to see
Where thoughts can wander, minds can ponder
I never need to wonder, if what’s written is fact or fiction
As a poet spilling his heart on paper, writing fast, creating friction
He goes to war with every etching
Of love and emotion of pain of gain
It’s truer than the mirror in which you see your face
It reads like silk and flows like lace
Spilling over with generosity, leaving a genuine taste
Whether of love or hate, faith or sin
It’s come from within where only truth can win

 

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Read Poetry: BIRDS FROM THE EAST BY SHARON MO SH

GENRE – ANIMAL LIFE

Birds from the east
Each one a hankery miniature beast
Friends I made by the fields
Everyday I toil until I sweat
But not the feathered chaps of the sky
They are birds from the east
All they do is fly
If not lie in their nests
Waiting patiently by the east coast
Praying for my head to turn west
Look at those black eyes
Getting darker with hanker
Birds from the east
Preying on my crops
All chattering in cabal
They eat their hearts out
Will I turn?
Will I alter my bearing?
What good will it bring
Leaving my paragon for the beast?
I will just wait until the sun set
They are birds from the east
They sleep by the night

 

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Read Poetry: INSOMNIAC’S LULLABY, by Ruthie B.

I’m feeling nervous
I’m feeling strange
My mind just wants to keep repeating
These things over again
I’m in a time warp
With my own brain
No longer wonder what it feels like
To be going insane
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
You are no friend of mine
Save
These
Dreams
For some other time
Can’t stop these feelings
They come too fast
I’m at an early morning viewing
Of
Mistakes From The Past
Turn
Back
Time
I’ve seen this one before
Break
These
Chains
Can’t do this anymore
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Please be a friend of mine
Close
My
Eyes
I’ll try this one more time
I’m feeling nervous
I’m feeling strange
by
Ruthie B
Genre: pressure, life, fear, dark

 

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Read Poetry by Tiwari vikas ‘kaiv

once we met, loved, kissed, 

hug and talk a lot to each other.
now we see each other, 

and looked away our eyes, 

as we forget our past.
we forget who we were, and are.
forgot the love, 

which flourished 

between our kisses

 and warmth of our hug.
we forgot the color of our smile

 and dazzle of our eyes.
i am not sure that it was you or it was me,
but yes! we forgot, 

who decided first to start this forgetness.

 

 

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Read Poetry: MY WORLD, by Semih Bilgiç

four corners of my world
the sky beneath my feet
my house is from a glass jar
I live in sea
my friend fish
who tickles my feet
woke up just in time
got to go to work
where’s my sooks
permanent press my pants
I gotta shave in a hurry
I cut my face
I need to prepare my bag
unfortunately this my world

 

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Read Poetry by Charles Howes

Winter in pastel

Snow falls on snow

North wind whistles through the pines

The lonely crow calls

The fire crackles

The window pane cries

tears of confusion

in the early morning sun

Love in laughter

Toes tangle beneath

the quilt

Summer can wait

—cphowes

 

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Read Poetry by Pamela Hobbs

You took my hand at dawn,
I closed my eyes then you were gone.
It suddenly got cold dark as black,
I knew then, you’ll never be back.
It was never right I knew, I felt it was wrong,
My senses, my mind was never that strong.
I walked that path alone knowing I was on the wrong track,
My heart beating so hard and fast felt like a heart attack.
Hoping dreaming to see you to feel you but I knew it was wrong,
Deep down I knew I’ll never see never feel because you were gone.
October, 15. 2017.

 

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