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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 by Patrick Hill

 Genre: Society

I am tough like Huey,
I dream like Martin,
I see like Malcolm,
I stand like Rosa,
I am educated like Booker,
I am the stature of Fredrick,
I am the embodiment of a civil right movement,
But I am the reflection of history,
I am the rebellion of Nate,
I am a leader like Tubman,
I am the community of Black Wall Street,
But I am the audacity of hope like Obama,
I am the most hated man like Colin,
But I am the most beloved person like Nelson,
I am the ascendant child of Africa,
But I am a citizen of a nation that is United States,
My oppression is of a third world,
But I have an opportunity,
I am from poverty,
But that won’t stop me,
Where I go,
My people will follow,
I am the example of greatness,
But endure failures,
I am victory like the revolutionary war,
But I still have a long way to go to be free.

 

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Can We?, Poetry by diankp

 Genre: equality, diversity, life, society, hope, friendship, coffee.

 
Can We?

By : diankp

Why coffee has different taste?
Because they grown in different place,
Grow in different soil, air temperature, drainage, et cetera
That’s why, we will get the different in taste.

Just like humans, just like us,
We are born and grow up with different belief, parents, friends,
We have a different situation and condition.

And we never choose the choises,
The choices that would make us different,
We will never be the same.

That’s why we can’t compare about taste of coffee,
We can’t compare about our friends,
Since born we are absolutely different,
Just coffee, just human, just people.

But,

Why society wants everyone to be same as other,
Why society made everything worse,
Hard to breathe, hard to face it.

So many hates,
So many violence,
Can we just spread the love?

Just like fragrance of coffee,
That made everyone’s happy,
Give peacefulness and felicity.

Can we?

 

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Unsaid Failures, Poetry by Patricia Mae Estenoso

 
Genre:Life

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like wishes for friends who came and went,
Hoping they will remember me still,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like goals that went unaccomplished,
Trying to make up for wrong decisions,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like feelings untold for a lost love,
Wishing I had told them sooner,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

These are things I would choose not to write,
But I write them anyway,
Yes, they break my heart still
But I hold them as gentle reminders,
Of friendships to keep,
Of goals that could not wait,
And of feelings that should be said.
 

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The Caveman, Poetry by Simon Widdop

Genre: Relationship

The Caveman

We had an argument
not a big all guns blazin’ my mother was right about you argument
just a silly one
that made me regress
retreat to my cave
where I consulted with the great oracle YouTube
he slid over his recommendations
topping the bill

John Lennon and Yoko Ono on love | Blank On Blank | PBS Digital Studios

Five and half minutes later
I realised the Universe itself had channelled Lennon to me
to sit in front of me
slap me across the chops and say

‘ere lad you’re better than this, get out of this grump, go show that
beautiful
feisty
sassy
quick witted
Venus Incarnate
woman
that you absolutely adore her
you daft sod

So I did
but there’s a catch
a twist

I don’t want to love you like John loved Yoko or how Sid loved Nancy or how Johnny loved June or even how my own Dad loves my Mum.
I’ll love you how you deserve to be loved
not some fairytale “and they lived happily ever after”

I want the grit, the drunk calls when you’re out with the girls (and the obligatory holding of your hair whilst you’re in deep conversation with the toilet bowl with a glass of water on hand), the crack of dawn work day starts, that road trip down Route 66 we always talk about, to be finally able to kick your ass on Mortal Kombat, the “babe you’re too warm move over, wait come back I want a cuddle, ugh move over I’m too warm, wait come back and cuddle me”, I want to be able to reach a compromise on the choice of the Saturday night takeaway, I want that slight awkwardness when I think that you’ve sussed me trying to slyly inquire about your ring size. I want to be able to spend time in a random vegan cafe that we find just down that slightly dodgy looking alley but it does really nice lemon drizzle cake and serves that cat poop coffee that’s all the rage in San Francisco (allegedly)

I am going to give you the world over
I do love you
just let me show the caveman
how to water the bonsai tree

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ROGUE WAVE, Poetry by Joanne Van Leerdam

 Genre: Rhyme, Society

 
ROGUE WAVE

The surging wave builds and heaves,
Gathering its watery force,
And in that crucial moment, I believe
I can ride it all the way to shore
Just like I’ve done successfully
So many other times before.
Before I know it, I’m out of my depth
Chaos in blue and green and white,
Fighting for sunlight, for my next breath,
Turning to grey and black and fright,
Afraid of drowning, preparing for death,
Exhausted from trying to swim to the light.
Physical, spiritual underwater erosion
Sand in my eyes, my ears, my pants,
Churning debris mimics seething emotion;
At the height of the whirly-burly dance
The whirling dervish of the ocean
Chooses to give me another chance.
Raw and bleeding from abrasion,
Thrown aloft, then falling free,
In a final gesture of degradation,
Vomited unceremoniously,
Headfirst into humiliation
A piece of human ambergris.

2016 Joanne Van Leerdam
http://www.jvlpoet.com
 

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Stretches of Silence, Poetry by Ivina Emmanuel

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

 With dewy-eyed dragged on
With my gaze upon
Glances brighter as the day
I caught her soul entwined in the web
But lack what to say, like a play

Even with this swift communion if a babe
Entangled in the slying- coyness
I still let her feel the beat my shyness
Trapped in the stillness of her eye

But not to let go for long
Holding onto parts rendered undone
In our vacant gazes towards the rising sun
Made more severe by the sudden bright ray shone

I know she could melt a heart as snow,
Bring me the stars if feelings were made to show
Her heart always as pure as gold
Yet, let her vanished into her fold

Would she ever feel my absence?
Would I ever catch glimpses of her presence?
Oh, would she ever cross this path again?
For I have spent years hoping forever in the rain in vain.

 

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My first Love, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

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 Genre: Hurt

 He knew he had the upper hand, because I was in love, and he was a man. Being the weakest link, no self worth, every time he would lie and cheat. Not feeling like my life was complete. My wounds was opened and inflamed, soaking up pain and sorrow, wishing that there was no tommorw.

We were growing happy together, happy heart’s, happy minds our souls were entwined. But something new appeared, or was she already there. Your first love, your bitch, your musical affair.

Go ahead ask her when the light’s are down and the camera’s are off, with your melody “She did it” playing very soft.

Will she give you love that drives you insane, or can she ease your pain. I doubt it, your heart, your love thang, your boo, the one you think is holding it down for you.

She’s offering you money, fame…

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FREEBIRD, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

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Genre: Love

Extrodinaire you take extra love and care, your pretty white teeth makes my heart complete. When we come together, your rough & tough like leather…..Rat da tat tat, is the sound of your gun, but you still know how to have fun.

All that bravery, courageous & strong….. is it an act, because I’m just stating the facts . Your childhood dreams of living in Kendall Green. You were always around the red, yellow & brown..not to mention the black.

Not even thinking of going back. You saw her face & you wanted to taste. “Oh how sweet it is strawberries, peaches, plums & cranberries that runs. Got you tantalized, with your face between her thighs…

When she kiss your soft lips & you feel on her round pumpkin hips..
The battle call resonates in your soul, because this soldier just struck gold….

You don’t know where this…

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Inertia (Lightning Rod), Poetry by James R Adams II

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Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, Society

Motionless as I arise
Controlled and yet carried away
Lukewarm I’m caught up in the fray
Which language shall I speak today?

I’m not quite sure what meets the eye
Kindly be my alibi
And dwell on love
Or things that I despise?

Shallow Truths or Swells of Lies?
We’ll plunge out as the waves arrive
We’ll breathe in deep and close our eyes
As waters spiral to the skies.

Does anything I say make sense?
Is logic lost in language dense?
I watch my thoughts and say
That they aren’t me.

And to myself the thoughts reply;
A mirrored house of lies.
Loud voices pose as me
In deep disguise.

And all the while the vortex spins
And all the while the tides pull out
Conducive waters fill my mouth
A bolt strikes down the waterspout.

Motionless and unaffected
On new shores and disinfected
Dive…

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