Author: poetryfest

Genre: Life, Society

7.26 TRAIN
by Stephen Karnaghan

The realization …
confronting …
my journey …
my initiation …
the pain …
the exhaustion …
because now I have …
tree time warrior …
do not worry …
your secret is …
nobody would …
the realization …
the nightmare …
oh the vain will …
and I …
and I …
feel my life slip away …
the understanding …
how could I …
the realization …
too confronting …
people will not …
and the equation floating in nothing …
waiting to activate …
the straightening of time …
imprisoned in our conscious minds …
ever bow tie …
is nothing …
and …
and …
to my horror …
it all makes …
and we …
the entertainment of the Universe …
Oh! Oh! How the vain will suffer …
and I …
with bow tie time…

Genre: Rhyme, Life

My Cathartic Heel
by A.C.B.

In weary sentence and weathered scripture,
two still listen to what is mine and expressed,
the Theatre, empty, and free to see picture,
but not to hear meaning, none to be impressed.

The stressed marrow made hallow; numbly tranquil
like the once blue blood that boiled.
Gray are the matters of this uncapped, madder sort of a mad hatter–coiled, and toiled with.

To fall on the listeners of what is hers and expressed,
perhaps just to be heard, or understood at best.
But the twilight holds its show, even still as heads lay low,
not to give way to what is cumbersome,
tis the sum of them all under slumber, but one….

Should one listen now, be my image–uncovered…

Be unveiled; make cathartic my wavering heel and my purging spirit,
seige the poor pores of a heart ripped and torn, archers take…

Genre: Society, Rhyme

the edge of it
by Bryan Byrd

I stand at the edge of it
At the edge of it all
I stand in spite of it
In spite of all it all

No longer fighting it
No longer free from it
Always fleeing it
Never seeing it

When will I fall from it
What will they call it
How will it change me
What will they say

In spite of it all

-b2

Bryan Byrd
tha’ pontificator at large, b2
b2publishing.blogspot.com

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Genre: War

Distant Dream
by Asoka N. Jinadasa

Nibbling his ear
she heard the cries of the wounded.
Kissing his eyes
she saw the horror of dead bodies.
Sensing his breath
she felt the ache in her heart.
Letting him love her
she melted into the joy of surrender
and the bliss of no longer he and she.

It has to be this way she sighed
stealing away in the starlight
after kissing him with her eyes.
Back in his village
the pain he’ll feel
will blossom with time.
Hers will jostle with the others
to the echo of her boot steps.

Hugging the cold metal of her weapon
watching fireflies flirt with the stars
dancing to the throb of distant gunfire
feeling the passion ebbing in her body…
Did it really happen?
Or was it another dream
like all the others she had killed?

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Genres: horror,dark,fear,depression

Vigorously Upbeat
by Kelly Rice

Vigorously upbeat
Flashing panicky and
Overtly audacious

He fidgets

Alone in a room
To a tepid water faucet

Strenuously standing
With his hands out under
Running luke warm water

All along the dresser and nightstand
Lay a-strew empty beer bottles
Disheveled and impure
Lay out old pictures on the floor
And in a suit case sitting open on the bed

His bare feet stood
On the bathroom floor
In a pool of blood
Where he shaves his face
And cuts the butt of his chin off

Dripping down his neck and
His naked shaved chest
He leans over the toilet
And grabs a towel from the rack
He lifts it to his face
In attempt to clean up

The blood soaks through the cotton
And all through the room
The porcelain white tile
Lavish in blackened crimson liquid

He lifts his head back