poetryfest

Satan and his forbidden island, Poetry by Aziz Alkaabi

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

It will shiver soon,
Their own holy dawn
and the golden moon
will shy and yawn,

Blinking her last
hazel lights on a vast
silky ocean.

Soon,
The flaming sun
will beam his discipline,
And
I am awake I am alone.

It will shiver soon
their own holy dawn,
And the sea
will tender her waves,
For them to depart.

Gods of winds will rise
to rub their eyes,
Eager to lead them away.

Nightingales,
Avid to pray,
Across this magical bay
and guiding stars assiduous,

Glazing their shining armor.

When I am listless,
Atop my dormant mountain,
I am awake always alone.

Reflecting,
Over this cold flint
and sharp stone.

Waiting to espy them again,
Joyous Poets,
They will be sailing
to “New Babylon”

That disguised heaven,
Amidst her emerald sea,
I am told.

The immortal island,
I am forbidden to go see.

The land of enchanting potions,
They attain bliss.

That mysterious land
of eternal milk and sacred honey.

Towering castles,
Beneath which flow,
Rivers of godly wines.

They will be sailing
to New Babylon,

Where they will be taught
the speech of birds
by Solomon’s children.

Where they will be schooled
to tame his winds.

When I am listless,
Atop my dormant mountain,
I am awake always alone.

How arduous
can this be?

Will it ever break
this nasty old spell?

The curse which
kept me yearning
for a million years,

Knowing not
what I make or do here.

Except!
Every blazing month of June,
I find me waiting,

Over this silent mountain,
By the sea.

Tending seaside birds,
Waiting
and my hurtful sorrows,
And soon
I’ll watch them wild sparrows.

Some,
Their thighs are pale,
Some,
Their streaks yellow,
And some,
Just like me!

They bear

Dark spots
around their hearts.

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
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Why?, Poetry by David Mayall

Genre: Angry

Mournful thoughts I ask you why,
The day,
The night,
The morning sky.

Sorrowful sigh continue on,
Our world,
Our life,
Our morning sun.

Words spoken, silent,
Abrupt,
Spitting sound,
Anger raised,
Hurt,
Profound.

But why?
Why? The question
It’s what I ask,
Such rage builds,
Boiled,
Vehement,
Mask.

A passion,
A pride,

Of embarrassed truth,
Twisted mind,
The hardened proof.

Emotion bled,
Scourged its soul,
Tortured hatred,
Plagued turmoil.

These the things,
Off narrowed path,
Your guidance,
Keeps,
In silent wrath.

And yes,
I do,
I make mistakes,
Without your guide,
Forgiveness breaks.

Even time,
It Heals,
It’s hurtful,
Sigh,
Of mournful thoughts,
When asking,

Why?

By David Mayall.

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
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Gone, Poetry by Heather Bryant

Genre: Loss, Death

She was gone with it, we say, as With a pregnancy–she is gone,
A nurse might say, as when my

Mother died–she was gone, as in
Someone went on a trip, she left,
As in she departed from a marriage,

She’s gone, I texted my children,
As I lay beside my mother’s still
Warm body, cradling the love left.

Heather Corbally Bryant, PhD
Visiting Lecturer
Wellesley College
Writing Program

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Still Thoughts, Poetry by Jade Cecilia Macauley

They float around
the passages of my mind
searching for a place
they won’t find

I do not govern them
I let them roam free
discovering everything
inside of me
without knowing
they’ll never find an outlet
but they are not lost
they’re impossible to forget

though to my tongue
they will always be unmet.

– by Jade Cecilia Macauley

Genre: contemplation, silence and the power of the mind.

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It Is I, Poetry by Daniel Franco

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, Love, Romance

I’m not falling for that again
This time I’ll abstain
I don’t feel anymore pain
Only the memories remain

I’m searching for a word to say
I want to be discovered
I’ll keep doing it day by day
Even if it’s still covered

As I become intoxicated
This night is dreaded
By the sound I’m fascinated
And to the bottom I’m headed

No more counting dots
That time is over
Now it’s a new plot
I’m no longer a loner

The fire burns with rage
Consuming all with age
The smoke enters the cage
As some ink fills the page

Behind bars I await
Expecting someone late
Hurry up, you can’t waste
The time meant to create

All is right
The sky is bright
I won’t write
For it is night

It is I, Lucyo of the abstract mind.

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The Journey Home, Poetry by Tyson Cantrell

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

Have thy lips forgotten their journey home?
Their expedition makes the arbor blush;
A tread uncertain, for the lone to roam,
And one too heady for the learn’d to rush.

They do stray from reason, with passion straight;
Though ne’er removed from the artisan’s fear;
But mark their path with Aphrodite’s gait;
A perilous voyage for lovers’ near.

Must they insist traversing the unknown?
Might they pause, and harbor heaven divine?

I shall stop thy pilgrimage with mine own;
Two weary travelers that long for rest,
Open thy crimson gates, and welcome them;
No sweeter neighbor has e’re been thy guest.

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The Face of God, Poetry by Deborah Johnson

Everywhere I look I’m searching for His face

His glory revealed in each and every place.

I see Him in the sunset, the colors of heaven floating by

Even in the darkness and stars shining from on high.

His design is all around me from the inside of a flower

To lightning striking across the sky revealing His almighty power.

Unbelievable patterns and pigments in the tiniest of bugs and frogs,

Infinite varieties in flowers, trees, cats, and dogs.

Embellished birds spread their majestic wings and fly

Over the rainbow and into the sky.

Multitudes of beauty if we but could see

Hidden miracles invisible to you and to me.

In our bodies, cells, and being

Scientists have wound up seeing.

Cells shaped like a cross holding all others in place

Surely in my searching, I have seen God’s beautiful face.

But my heart will go on searching until that glorious day

When I reach the shores of heaven and then I’ll be able to say,

After all the searching on every path I’ve trod

Today I’ve found Him in my heart and see the face of God.

” For the invisible things of him, from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse.” AKJV Romans 1:20

Ask for permission!

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Chess Piece, Poetry by Irene Mahanyu

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Betrayal

You play your game
And you call it fair
we’re basically hanging from chains
And all you do is stare?
you always seem to turn out as the victor
And you have it no other way

We stand In the image of chess pieces with every move you’ve already planned ahead
standing on your black and white board just waiting to be picked up again
Who’s to know whom you pick up next

You made us believe you were someone else
Someone special, someone true
We grew fond of you and you did to
Yet you chose to betray us and barely left us clues
But now you’ve finally revealed what’s true
With no warning we were left wondering what to do
Throw you away?
Play along?
All these questions of what to do!

The way you made us all look like fools
You left us running…

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Lady Maria, Poetry by Matthias Pantaleon

WILDsound Festival

Genre: History, Life

Lady Maria, you’re my heart in another body
The tide that keeps me afloat
My heart row toward your port that waits
My arrival with the friendliness of an abating sea

Morning rain brings sunlight with scorching heat
The wind left me a note by the window side
I am the overbearing heat that needs morning
rain for a change, this change from keynote to string chord

I’ll sing of my drifting love toward your port
‘Cause I never hold you this close – you saved me this much
Like the ship that lay at anchor
You keep me connected to my root

Lady Maria, you are the sunshine in my rainy cloud
And I love you softly
Like dew on dianthus flowers
You fill my life with fragrance

When the chips are down
You hold me up
Like flagstaff;
Keeps me hanging straight

I love you…

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Poetry Reading – The Lighthouse by Julie A Martin

Performed by Val Cole

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

It’s a limerick about karma.

How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I would love for readers to think about the meaning and the words, for it to touch them in some way.

How long have you been writing poetry?

I’ve been writing poetry for about the last several years, and I have been writing Fiction for about the last thirty years.

Do you have a favorite poet?

My favorite poet is TS Eliot

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

I have been trying to record myself reading my poems and I jumped at the chance to hear a professional actor do it. I think it will ultimately help me learn to voiceover my own work.

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

I have written a novel, which I am in the process of querying, and several short stories.

What is your passion in life?

My passion in life is writing, although I also love martial arts, cooking, reading, and painting.