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Knock on the Door, Poetry by Pamela Cotter

Knock on the door

Not going to answer it this time

It’s a tap in my life

Help to make the days go by

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, People

Knock on the Door
by Pamela Cotter

Knock on the door

Not going to answer it this time

It’s a tap in my life

Help to make the days go by

It comes on again

Like a winter storm holding my hand

Its hot like a knife

But would cut you deep inside

You walk away

But the pull closes you in

You need to stay behind.. the curtains again…

It’s a knock the door

It s a knock from the past

You walk away and sigh..

Not this time..not ever this way

Then, with a rush.. a sensation combs your veins

It climbs inside your blood and washes through

It whispers yess. U need it again

It whispers yess.. put on that black..again

Knock on the floor

Your souls meet face to face

It doesn’t disappoint, you history plays again

This time its going to last

As you climb your next hill

This time it will be

As if u never said… I do.

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Voice of Addiction, Poetry by Chantelle Cherie Cox

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Life/Addiction

Voice of Addiction
by Chantelle Cherie Cox

Well, it’s nice to finally meet you.
I’ve been waiting for your call.
I’ve noticed youve been crying,
and ive watched you pace the halls

Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose, nothing to live for,
nothing to fear.

Thank you, for your invention. I’ll be sure not to leave your side. Well become very fast acquainted. My naive child, theres no use trying to hide.

I should probably introduce myself. I am your very own addiction. But, you can not be angry with me. I am your own self-conviction.

I bet you feel rather stupid, falling right into my lap. I’m a master at manipulation. Youll never escape my trap. How does it feel to dance with the devil? For he and I are one in the same. God, has…

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The A.M, Poetry by Mazi

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Mental Anguish/Melancholy

The A.M.
by Mazi

Covers and acoustic versions,
Through headphones.
Fresh and scarred perspectives,
Through eyes adjusting to darkness.

The darkness of the room,
Complements the darkness of the mind.
The darkness of the heart co-exists,
Past yet Within every second boom of this vessel of, supposed love,
of mine.

At 0 hundred hours,
I’m behind the scenes.
At 1 hundred hours,
I’m assessing decisions.
At 2 hundred hours,
I’m falling to pieces,
Like a mismatched puzzle that is ever so deceiving it’s evil.
At 3 hundred hours,
I’m in thought, in nostalgia, in regret –
All accompanied by repressed thoughts, feelings and emotions.
At 4 hundred hours,
I’m self-loathing –
I’m livid, creating clouds of a forthcoming storm that never quite forms.
At 5 hundred hours,
I’m comparing my burdens to others,
Finding loopholes to my shit,
Convincing myself my sisters and brothers have it worse…

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Nothing Wilts, Poetry by Caiubi Maranho

Nothing wilts The proof of
damage The meeting of our
will The meaning The almost
taste It is our most prized
possession Where do we live
our dreams This is where the

Genre: Romance

Nothing Wilts
by Caiubi Maranho

Nothing wilts The proof of
damage The meeting of our
will The meaning The almost
taste It is our most prized
possession Where do we live
our dreams This is where the
completed And are The
distracted eyes looking in silence
we confirm be clean
Then be sad Then be eternal
For one day tear surrender
The voice in unissom design
” I love you” Just then leaves
flourish Monsoon wait certainties
wasted Honesties the road
Until his call Prosperity
renewing See the two
in the future Together Treasure
that old souls keep to be
reborn every day
For a two day be a
At the age of heaven
And honor the big night
And generation after generation
Waiting to hope
A love that makes sense

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Paris – The Atrocity 13th November 2015, Poetry by Jane Gill-Wilson

Gunfire out of nowhere
Bullets ricochet,
Blood shed in the city
On another Parisian day.

Genre: RHYME… Terrorism, Life, Fear, Sadness, Real, Death, Hurt, Religion.

Paris – The Atrocity
13th November 2015
by Jane Gill-Wilson

Gunfire out of nowhere
Bullets ricochet,
Blood shed in the city
On another Parisian day.
Eyes closed in anguish
As the shocking events unfold,
There is no rhyme or reason
As evil takes control.

Armed with Kalashnikov’s
On their killing spree,
Intent on ending life
As victims start to flee.
Mayhem in the city
Bodies on the ground,
Echoing explosion
Causing carnage all around.

The unfolding horror
An onslaught of war,
Is a crime against humanity
One the world abhors.
A nation now in mourning
Struggles to comprehend,
How lives were extinguished
Brought callously to an end.

Holding hands together
United we must stand,
To eradicate the evil
Infiltrating our land.
Drastic measures needed
As time is running out,
The future of our children
Should not be left in doubt.

©Jane Gill-Wilson 2015

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7.26 TRAIN, Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan

WILDsound Festival

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…

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My Cathartic Heel, Poetry by A.C.B.

WILDsound Festival

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…

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the edge of it, Poetry by Bryan Byrd

WILDsound Festival

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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FRAGMENTS, Poetry by Melissa R. Mendelson

WILDsound Festival

GENRE: Childhood, Love, Loss, Lust, Depression

FRAGMENTS
by Melissa R. Mendelson

A baby cries to be held.
An eight-year-old
dances around with a beautiful smile
on her angelic face.
A girl shoves boys,
who push her around.
She hides in the corner again.
She stopped smiling,
and depression has set in.
She was innocent and young,
but he spoiled her.
She is now bitter and mean,
and an emptiness has grown.
She almost found happiness,
but her life crumbled into pieces.
The girl is me.
She is now in the mirror
to remind me of who I was,
but she doesn’t tell me
who I am now.
I am nobody,
and my heart is cold.
I cover my face with my hands
and wonder who I am.

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SKIES ABOVE SYRIA, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Rhyme, Society, Political, War

SKIES ABOVE SYRIA
by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Same crew,
Unknown airspace.

islamick crisis state
Misplaced enveloped craze.

Publicity publishes reports,
Editorial tributes
Dry ink cups.

Suspicious presidential price,
Justice evade hidden paradise.

Expensive peace,
Planting gas on protesting waters.
Reveling of truth,
Closely intermediate to conflict.

Let’s leave together,
You doubt uncertainty,
Rockets wouldn’t kill, if
Hostages deal,
But man melts steel.

Mass grave,
Hours ago, city was lively.
Six in threes,
Execution upon a time
Earth,

Coding parliamentary pledge,
Temporarily spoilt clock,
Little wire and tread,
Strap two batteries
Around her neck
Sprinkle black dust,
Bang !!!!
Bang!!!
Improvised death.

After researching catalyst,
Reality can’t sleep.
Misplaced islamick
Member states
Track support of news.

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