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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.

Fiddler’s Neck, Poetry by Stacey Lynn Patterson

Genre: Life, Society
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Took the boat out
Rowed all the way to Fiddler’s Neck Island
What draws me there is
The overwhelming need to purge my soul

Nothingness drags behind me
Like waited down corpse
Weighing down the seedlings of hope
It never tires and clings to me
As if it were the skin I wear
Despair wraps around me like a cloak

As the shore comes into view
The wind whispers through my hair
A polyphonic tune glides
Over every one of my nerve endings
Chilling my core to subzero
Something here at Fiddler’s Neck knows
The heart of this troubled visitor

Isolated in a veil of quite
Feelers probe my subconscious
Causing tears and goosebumps
To speed to the surface
Falling to my knee I begin to sob
And with every spasm of tears
A tiny piece of my soul is pardoned
From the prison of despair

I feel the soothing embrace
Of that thing that lives here
On Fiddler’s Neck
Unseen but always felt

It tears away the clinging nothingness
That is burdening me
With every tear, I feel renewed

By nightfall, I have wondered
Through acres of Fiddler’s Neck
And find myself back at my boat
I am healed
Time to live again

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BETTING, Poetry by Agbaakin O. Jeremiah

 Genre: Life
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you toy with Luck

cloaked in a shawl

of overlapping probabilities;

stake your coins by their heads-to-heada.

but numbers can become apostates of logic

when statistics reshuffled, backslide

into the skin of Chance.

you ask how that could happen-

how a giants’ spine can be bent

within the silence of a seconds.

in Série A,

a third division side could demystify a favourite.

but frequency is like a slow stream

that suddenly bends around;

and screams waterfall into depth.

you don’t tame numbers like cubs

for that’s how to be screwed over and over again

by these jinn of numerals

giggling in the betting house.

 

 

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I’m No Poet, Poetry by Kuhle Sikota

 Genre: Rhyme
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 I’m no poet
I’m a writer
I write. I’m not perfect or imperfect,
though a persistent practical practitioner
who indulges in one of the most
prolific practices in post-apartheid.

I discovered, designed and distilled lines I Defined.

I perform, promote, possess
and personify poetry.
Painting pictures with still poses
and pasting alphabets on pages.

A dude who is done with rages,
and separated from dimwitted phases.

Let me get back to topic, and start moving…
moving… disturbing my still pose
and follow the rhythm of rhyme.
Let me riddle and write, yes,
ride on my rhythm or rhymes

I write, I wrote, I’ve written without fear of rejection
resolute that you will respect my resolve.

Yes that was poetry, but I’m still no poet..

 

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 Mr. Façade, Poetry by Esther Oyebode

Genre: Relationship
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eyes wide; tears streaming,
the slap across my face,
awake me from dreams and fantasy,
to hear the reject clearly.

the fist in my stomach
remind me of former regrets.
the leg against my neck
shouts game over,
tearing my pride apart,
killing me till I really died.

how did I fall for the hug
that seemed to scream
of how I can be cherished;
or the smile that held my gaze.

Heaven’s apple got me enticed,
even Eve in the garden had no choice.
I was mesmerized by his beauty.
my body fitting every inch
got me believing I was right
with choices made.

only five nights before
his eyes spoke the words aloud
I want you
the handshake screamed
can I know you more?
his approach spat
let me take you to a place
his voice whispered
I want you forever.

 

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Broken, Poetry by Austin Thomas

Genre: Society
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 What does it mean to be broken? Damaged beyond repair maybe? When I speak of being broken I am referring to the emotional state of a single human being. That human being I am making reference to is I. I like so many young boys and girls fell into the false reality of someday meeting my Juliet and living happily ever after. So, that would mean I had to have thought of myself as Romeo. Well, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. I don’t wind up getting the girl nor do we fall romantically in love. What I earlier on mistakened for love turned out to be a ways off. Jordan was her name. Alike the shoe, she was well sought after and not easily obtained. Before, I knew it I was in head over heels for her. With time, we grew apart from one another. It just so happens that we share the same zodiac sign and birth month. Every February I can’t help but think of her.

 

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Ganesh or dumbo, Poetry by Damian Corcoran

 Genre: Memory, Spiritual
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Ganesh or Dumbo

What you don’t know
doesn’t hurt you
Ganesh or dumbo?

Unsaids like viruses spread
Insinuating into the tendons
To bring us down
Ganesh or dumbo

Cute and childlike
Meek and mild
Drinking milk

Ganesh or dumbo?

A drop left Suspended
A Silent whiteness
A witless witness
Ganesh or dumbo

Globule stretching downwards
Fearful flight
Forestalled Swoosh

Ganesh or dumbo

plop it drops
From chin to bowl
Innocence lost In an

instant of Ignorance

Or choice of ignorance
What Remains is
By default
Ganesh or dumbo

Big words like wisdom
And forgiveness
Cut deep in stone
Are no competition
For dark vengeance
And memories unforgetting

Ganesh or dumbo
 

 

 

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When I heard the anklets chime, Poetry by Navonil Chatterjee

Genre: Family
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Deep in the folds of the misty mountains,
On a calm and serene morning,
I lay in the cradle of dreamy slumber,
When the fog parted to sweet tinkling.
The music played through wood and stone,
Through cedar trees and shrubs of thyme,
Echoing off the valleys and plains,
That’s when I heard the anklets chime.

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A stranger from a faraway land,
A land forgotten in times of yore,
She came from a land of dragons and elves,
Proceeded to narrate its everlasting lore.
The white wizard who’s always on time,
The young one with the lightning scar,
Played heroic roles and suppressed evil,
Their glory spread wide and far.
The golden lion that felled the white witch,
Defying death on the table of stone,
A wall of ice that goes on for miles,
Where weddings in blood set the tone.
Harmless family man, the bald alchemist,
The one who knocks, say his name!
Crystals he converts to riches aplenty,
But does not survive to lay his claim.
The Doctor sifts through space and time,
Where blinking can cost you dearly,
On and on she went about each story,
Till I could visualize her tale clearly.

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‘That’s a world I’d like to visit someday’
My prompt, enthusiastic plea,
‘After all this time?’, she asks perplexed.
‘Always’, I reply with glee.
 

 

 

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I am love’s fool, Poetry by Aleck Miranda

Genre: Love
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 I am love’s fool
Under the spell of those piercing eyes
Memories that replay moments
Conversations that wouldn’t die

Those hands that are still on mine
Long after you have gone
And that kiss that lingered behind
Days – nay – weeks, after it was done

Then the silence that followed
Knowing not what went wrong
The moments seemed perfect
Until I felt I didn’t belong

I’ve always been a stranger
To the world you hold dear
A world that you built
Out of angst and your own tears

You live in a place
Where there is love for another
Who’s broken your heart
And will never be your lover

And here I am
Cast to the side
Bared my own love
Now buried alive

I’ve hidden it deep
Yet it stirs when it sees you
It tries to remind me
Of what once was true

I am love’s fool
For I could not forget
How your lips felt on mine
Every thought with regret
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The Second Cup, Poetry by Michael Westcombe

Genre: #Family, #Kids, #Life, #Love & #Relationships.

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 How sweet this brew, unsugared, blended tea,
Infused with my love for you, and yours for me!
So blessed, from rich estates, and Darjeeling,
Expressing so much of us, our mutual feeling.

And as the pungent liquor slowly pours,
I reflect on this love of mine, and of yours.
Our children, like the issue from the spout
Are sometimes here, but much more often, out.

So much survived, and much more shared
Leaves both of us with nerve ends bared;
And this, the gentle ritual of brewing tea,
Provides for me, an essential sheltering lea:

Because your welcome presence lifts me up,
I always pour for you, the second cup!

 

 

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In Memory of 2016, Poetry by Felicia L. Smith

Genre: TRAGEDIES

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