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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.

Love,… not the Rules, Poetry by Charles p.Banks

Love,… not the Rules  by Charles p.Banks

 

I kiss with two hands

coz I’m a Hungry man

Hunger for those liPps

manners polite fools do..

a feast famished delicate rules…it’s

You i treasure .. never enough

liPps juices glisten flavorful licks

don’t measure… just the more

of it …behold i consume U

 

I kiss with two hands

stands the appetite

crazed  the more…fuller

pull yoU in… closer…

mo fuller…tongue moves

smooves skins delights in

shallowin’ the soul sin.. bit

bites…creativin whole..

pleasures…in spaces…

beginin anew

“De novo “

 

I kiss with my 2 Hands

a bite of a primitive

rules be damned…

I see my prey…we

no wat’s in the way..

feast… nor famine

beasts released prey eacH

how/why/ I should we/ no

lest we forget ~nor never forgotten

we kiss with two hands

6/5/16 seaBe

 

 

 

 

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A Slow Train to Gwalior, Poetry Video by Amitabh Mitra

Genre: Love

A Slow Train to Gwalior

Amitabh Mitra is a poet, visual artist  and a medical practitioner at East London, South Africa. He heads the Department of Emergency Medicine at Cecilia Makiwane Hospital, Mdantsane, Eastern Cape. Widely published, Amitabh’s love poetry revolves around the city of Gwalior, India to which he originally belongs.

Amitabh Mitra
http://www.amitabhmitra.com

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Poetry Movie: Love – A Mystical Paradox by Somali K Chakrabarti

Watch the 2016 LOVE Poetry Contest Winner. Turned into a movie.

Love – A Mystical Paradox by Somali K Chakrabarti

Narrated by Becky Shrimpton

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

Editing & Visual Design by Yujin Song

Plastic Succulent, Poetry by Chase Morris

 

Genre: Society

Plastic Succulent by Chase Morris

A new era. Hope for us: fading.
Granted, we had the potential for our essential happiness.

Chasing of the natives this furtive soil became our burden because of our selfishness.

This dark matter born from whores that were then conceived from mold of the Apple.

Over time like that of a rocking chair. The few of us lose our strong purpose from being used.

A fragile lotus standing in the midsts of poison. Peer pressured for evil.

The rest of us lotuses who see consistent hatred, camoflauge under abandoned pavements that have no name.

Where we grow beautifully as we should…

Yet never found or appreciated until we are eradicated.

 

 

 

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Touched, Poetry by Terry Hart

Genres: Love, Romantic, Romance, Caring, Sensual, Emotional

Touched by Terry Hart

Destiny has delivered us
through ages, eras and eons
to this moment, it’s enchanting
and here we are
at the same place, same time Entering into this sacred experience
craved by our senses
a feast for our souls, our bodies
and our minds

All this splendor
no other love on this planet
has ever had the flow we generate
it’s a cosmic, celestial movement
that makes earth and heaven, vibrate

As we connect
and become one heartbeat
we are complete
and while we’re apart
I’ll reminisce
how we touched
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At Night, Poetry by Anton M. Rojkov

Genre: Nocturnal, Atmospheric, Night Shift

At Night
by Anton M. Rojkov

 

At night

When most bright colors retreat,

Stillness regains control

Over moving parts of the world.

Eyes miss details,

Hearing catches ghosts talking,

And I watch my skin

With more attention,

Finding myself fascinated

With blood streaming steadily

With bones cracking.

I wonder of grass breathing,

Springs running toward eternity,

Of a warm cup of tea

In a quite shop.

Peering into the dark,

Listening to the air moving

In no hurry, with no care,

As it always does,

But only now I notice.

At night

I want serene things,

Just like shadows swim

Through the streets

And rocks whisper by the bushes.

Working night shift shows so much beauty

In the non-human world

That I rarely witness.

At night

There are so many things

I think of doing during the day.

Then it arrives,

First lights break through.

Those who slept are awake

Stillness seems to be

Progressively beaten into pulp,

While movement

Is the only way to go, once again.

Colors creep in

But small details I cherished

Somehow fade away

Into the war walls of sound

That mash in,

Proclaiming silence an anathema.

Attention and speed

Are now object of worship

And constant reinvention.

Then endless hours

Of rush and rock and roll

Come to slowing down.

The sun is out to shine elsewhere

And stillness is back to amaze me.

I’ve been waiting

To hear rocks whisper by the bushes

In the calm of the air

Breathing on my shoulder.

I’m thinking of so many

Quiet and slow things to do,

Lost in the calm and dark of the night.

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Grandma’s Love, Poetry by Poetic Gurl Janet M.

Genre: Grandparents Love

Grandma’s Love

By  Poetic Gurl Janet M.

 

My Granddaughter, this day

You turn One year older

May God, Bless you!

This is a special day for you,

So, with lots of kisses and love

I hope you have lots of fun with friends

Reminiscing, I cannot believe how time has passed me by

And, you have turned into a beautiful young teen

Who is so sensitive and prefers to please everyone

Avoid conflict between family and friends

I love her laugh to death and her attitude

So, continue to listen to your parents

There is no rush to grow up yet

Spend lots of time with both

Always say I love you every day

Remember, you’re growing up

And it is kind of scary

Their baby girl one day they were carrying her

The next,

She’s 12 yrs old

They don’t have a book with instructions’

to know what to do next that is

UNKNOWN……..

XoXoXo  NaNa 2016

 

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From within her rib cages, Poetry by J. Liethers

GENRE: painful, motivational, philosophical, society

“From within her rib cages

sprouted a mound of
wishbones
(galvanized by miracles that’ve died
in
daydreams)
instead of a spine

& when the storm
christened her
it pulled on the forks
and left w/ the bigger halves.”

– J. Liethers

 

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Decisions, Decisions, Poetry by Marcus J. King

Genre is funny and hope

 

Decisions, Decisions by: Marcus J. King  

 

Stuck. Lost. A brick wall.

 

Go left. Go right.

 

Make a left turn. Around the corner.

 

There…yes go that way!

 

Keep going…a little bit further.

 

Dead end. Dern it.

 

I can’t seem to get a break.

 

U-turn to the last possible mistake.

 

Left turn. Right turn.

 

I see a hill. Go straight.

 

Turn right. Turn left.

 

Keep going….just a few more steps.

 

Ahhh. I see a hill and openness.

 

I found the way. Almost there.

 

Wait no…going too fast.

 

There’s a cliff right there.

 

Abruptly stop.

 

Cliffs edge and the open blue sea.

 

Deceitful little hill back there.

 

Might as well enjoy the view.

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Emerald Heart, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Genre: Dark, Life changing, Loss, and Romance

Emerald Heart by Barbara Hunt

Basking in the strength of your stare
Two stones with intelligence and loyalty take away the air
Always there to help and challenge hard as steel filling with despair unyielding to the truth
Sitting in the silence with nothing needing to be said once comfortable and loving now distant and hard
A shell so deep and unbreakable nothing would be the same not after all trust was lost
A glimmer of hope could be seen as she tried clinging to loyalty but in the blink of an eye it all vanished as the black hole of mistrust tore everything apart
The only thing to be seen was a beautiful shade of green with memories past flooding through as a whisper was heard in the darkness

 

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