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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.

The Man, Poetry by Edward Matyja

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Poetry: DARK, FAMILY, FEAR, HURT, PAINFUL, RHYME, and SAD.

The Man by Edward Matyja

Pills.

He took a plethora of pills.

A provided, pompous, plethora of pills being popped every day without stop. Properly placing the provided, pompous, plethora of petite, purple pills into his palm, and then popping them down his throat. He does it blindly, hoping in some way it will take away the pain. Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn’t. Only he knows the truth. Who am I to speak for him?

Alone inside is his constant state of mind; sublime at times, but otherwise…dead. End of sentence, but not of his. Damned with this disease, more than just his fight, but his family’s too. If he could only get the goddamn courage to tell them. Only he knows the truth. Who am I to speak for him?

Eat, sleep, chemo was all he seemed to know…

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Charlie The Mouse, Poetry by Margaret Robertson

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Genre: Rhyme, Family, Funny

Charlie The Mouse by Margaret Robertson

My name is Charlie and I’m a little mouse

I live behind the skirting board in a posh house

I loved living here it was my dream

Until the lady saw me and began to scream

She tried to hit me with her shoe

Her language made the air turn blue

Escaping within an inch of my life

What a really loathsome wife

I was nearly speared with her heel

That would have made me really squeal

The man almost splattered me with his bat

Now he’s set up a baited trap

They really think I’m Dolly Dimple

Sorry folk I’m not that simple

I’m now hiding under the floor

I’ve decided I cannot take any more

I don’t know why they want me dead

All I do is nibble their bread

Soon I’ll be looking for a new house

Then…

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Deadlines TODAY: Poetry Contest (FREE). Submit your Best Scene Festival

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
Submit here: http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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DEADLINES Today – Submit your best scene from your screenplay and we’ll have it performed at our festival using professional actors: http://www.wildsound.ca/submit_your_favorite_scene.html

WATCH the past best scene readings and see what happens when you submit:

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The VIDEO PITCH FESTIVAL. Submit your logline/pitch and we’ll make it into a video: http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/video_pitch_festival.html

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The VIDEO TREATMENT FESTIVAL. Submit your 1-5 page treatment and we’ll make it into a video. 1000s of views
http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/video_treatment_festival.html

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To Lead Well, Poetry by Bob Vanourek

I’ll start within,

Cultivating quality character,

Acting with integrity,

Listening with my heart,

Composed amid chaos,

A soul flooding forth with love.

Genre: Inspirational, Society

 

To Lead Well by Bob Vanourek

 

I’ll start within,

Cultivating quality character,

Acting with integrity,

Listening with my heart,

Composed amid chaos,

A soul flooding forth with love.

 

I’ll reach out,

Caring and connecting,

Serving,

Engendering trust,

Building relationships,

Unleashing others who soar.

 

I’ll step up,

Saying “Yes,”

Choosing wisely,

Embracing change,

Striving for what’s right,

Pursuing our dreams.

 

I’ll leave a legacy,

A team of partners,

Companions with courage and character,

Leading and following,

Creators of worthy deeds,

Together undaunted.

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Letters to God, Poetry by Talaya Lightbourne

I wrote these letters to express my love for you

I wrote these letters for you to mend my pain

I wrote these letters because you were my only friend

Genre: Religion

Letters to God by Talaya Lightbourne

I wrote these letters to express my love for you

I wrote these letters for you to mend my pain

I wrote these letters because you were my only friend

I wrote these letters because you’re always there for me

I wrote these letters to stay connected to you my God

I wrote these letters to you God because without you I wouldn’t exist.

 

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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These Are The Times, Poetry by Latonia Sears

So many in debt and

so many others going under

these are the times that make

us think which make us wonder

Genre: Life, Society

These Are The Times by Latonia Sears

 

So many in debt and

so many others going under

these are the times that make

us think which make us wonder

 

About the things we can’t change

everything is so different these days

really looks and sounds strange

 

These are the times when your every day

has become so fast paced

can’t slow down for this thing

we call the rat race

 

I can just imagine the stories you

have heard around town, on the news,

on the corner or even in the schools

 

These are the times

when we must stick together

break bread and say

a prayer with one another

 

Stop hurting start hugging

join hands and do something

stand beside each other

you know like brothers

 

Yes these are the times

that turn mice into men

and foe into friend

 

So what will we do

where will we go

don’t you know?

 

Time is ticking

while days are passing

make a decision

no more guessing

 

These are the times

not to run and hide

stand up be brave

show some pride

 

Yes these are the times

when “We The People”

have to make a change

and get on the bus

 

Remember these are the times

when you need to participate

because after all aren’t you

a part of this place?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Lioness, Poetry by Saturn Sunset

You are a novelty.
A mend in a broken bridge.
You are a tale of trial.
the freight train come unhinged.

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

Lioness by Saturn Sunset
You are a novelty.
A mend in a broken bridge.
You are a tale of trial.
the freight train come unhinged.
You are the candle in the wind
the one they long to snuff.
You are the deck shuffled and new
no one calls your bluff.
You are the sun and the heat it brings
the silhouette above the trees.
You are the gold hidden in the sea
you are the moon and the stars on galaxy string.
You are the breeze
a longtime cherished philosophy amidst the brambles.
You are the Jack of all trades
through the runes your existence will forever ramble.
Your eyes are cosmic spheres
it is a wonder how you are here
and your wings are still translucent
when they see your power, you’ll have to prove it.
You have the clouds in your hands
feather for the next big cross.
You have the scripture in your flesh
guiding the ages lost.
Walk on water
spine the towers on their axis’
like no other
for no simple good-man praises.
You are the window
to the world we wished to know.
You are the only act
the prelude, main, and epilogue in the grandest show.

 

 

 

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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SUBLIME LOVE, Poetry by Bindu Midha

Love profound, how amorous it sounds!

It’s a radiant sunflower that blossoms to smile.

In love, you’re a lily that sprinkles radiance and light.

Like the gambolling lamb, soars your spirit and mind.

Genre: Love, Romance

SUBLIME LOVE by Bindu Midha

Love profound, how amorous it sounds!

It’s a radiant sunflower that blossoms to smile.

In love, you’re a lily that sprinkles radiance and light.

Like the gambolling lamb, soars your spirit and mind.

 

Liveliness, a sparkle -hitherto not seen- come your way.

Contentment, blissful harmony and giddiness make you sway!

A spring in the step, a twinkle in the eye and a glowing face belie

Your complacent demeanour; whilst Cupid you & your beloved ties.

 

How perfectly, how accurately his arrows find their mark

Your heart is left wounded, but ne’er does it show a scar.

Sighs, whisper of sweet nothings and a pounding heart reverberate

For you embrace, profess undying love and plentiful vows make!

 

It is mirth and merriment that you flash on your brow

As you strut around nimble footed, feeling sound’ n secure!

Unsatisfied, insatiate, unrestrained, your passion does soar

Fancy takes flight; in the new found treasure you gloat.

 

You rise to a crescendo, exhilarated and over the moon

Flying, surging and ascending in love as if in a swoon.

A saint reveres his Almighty; so you dote on your love

Worship, take oath of fidelity, and offer solemn vows galore.

 

Promises of being truthful, reliable, honest and caring

Of sincerity, stability; support and strength are in the making.

Profess undying love and take an oath to be true,

While all this lasts it seems as fresh as dew- oh so new!

 

Oh love, O divine devotion- so fanciful yet fulfilling,

Could you, would you take flight and dissipate -all too soon?

 

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

Watch Poetry performance readings:

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FEAR, Poetry by Marcell Wallace a.k.a Poetikal Solution

There you are,
a photo of you smiling.
But now, here’s a mirror of you sad.
I can tell something stole your joy
and you want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead looking in the mirror sad.
You just want to be normal again.
I sense that you are afraid.

Genre: Life, Society

FEAR by Marcell Wallace
a.k.a Poetikal Solution 

There you are,
a photo of you smiling.
But now, here’s a mirror of you sad.
I can tell something stole your joy
and you want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead looking in the mirror sad.
You just want to be normal again.
I sense that you are afraid.
Too busy putting your trust in fear or your fear in trust.
The fear of the unknown that is known is still fear,
One only hopes when it’s near,
They courage it up to get a backbone,
So they won’t be consumed in their nightmare.
There’s a war going on,
Outside there’s peace and protection.
Inside, you are a living breathing storm with radar palms
pulse like earthquake
Nerve shaking anxiety
No peace in between touchdowns
I seen you spot a tornado before the funnel forms with those hurricane eyes
Hail size tears
Your destructive behavior
Is bringing your strength down,
Self-control it Or it will control you.
You just want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead a mirror sad.
I’ll be glad to have you back,
That, every in half moon, full moon, new moon laugh.
That, calm before and after the storm,
Your, cloudy sun rays that shine on my rainy days.
That makes me thankful to be alive.
I too want you to be normal again
But it’s your civil war you must end.
It have to be in your heart to no fly zone your climate change.
Cease fire your mouth from shooting down your ability to overcome.
The storms will only grow violently worse as time goes on.
He who is always watching the wind does not sow;
he who always keeps his eyes on the clouds will not reap.
Hold fast my love
You can do it
Peace

Wishful Thinking, Poetry by Norma Passarell

It took me thirty years of suff’ring mourn, oh dear!,
To tame the fiercest beast, my dreaded loneliness.
A lifetime of gregarious wildness ’twas indeed.
I was drunk every single night; there was no light.

Genres: Delusion, Hope, Illusion, Indifference, Love, Relationships, Sadness, Sorrow, Wishful Thinking.

Wishful Thinking
by Norma Passarell

It took me thirty years of suff’ring mourn, oh dear!,
To tame the fiercest beast, my dreaded loneliness.
A lifetime of gregarious wildness ’twas indeed.
I was drunk every single night; there was no light.

With time, I learnt to be in my own company.
I then saw you and in a whisper thought, to me,
I swear, you had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Hence you became my greatly loved Glaswegian prince.

Incertitude lifted me towards the sky, couldn’t sleep at night,
Then daydreamt ’bout how’d it be you kissing me throughout.
I asked you out. You said: “Why not?” But soon I knew
All was a figment of my brimful fantasy.

How ignorant I’d been! How couldn’t I see that you
Were not interested in me?! Now that you are gone,
You left me wondering how I will be alone.
Again, but even older, rejected I have been.

For now, I’ll loathe your accent on every mouth,
Even though I know it isn’t you to blame, but me,
For being too naive, and having forced you to love me.
Go away! Go away! With time, I’ll be okay!

 

 

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