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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.

A Four-Letter Word, Poetry by Caro Ness

Love is just a four-letter word
Like long, or like, or wish, or hope,
Yet, though it may seem quite absurd,
It encircles the heart with silken rope,
And makes each day seem bright and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do.

Genre: Romance, Relationship, Humor

A Four-Letter Word

by Caro Ness

Love is just a four-letter word
Like long, or like, or wish, or hope,
Yet, though it may seem quite absurd,
It encircles the heart with silken rope,
And makes each day seem bright and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do.
No hill too steep, no road too far,
To be precisely where YOU are!
You, the lover, you the muse,
You the beautiful dancing shoes
That sashay into the mind, the brain,
And linger, like a sweet refrain,
That needs discovering again and again….



Love is just a four letter word,
Like sing, or grin, or feel or hold,
Yet it’s the icing on the cake,
The greatest story ever told.
It’s the fizz in a fine champagne,
It’s the huff and puff of an old steam train
The breeze breathing gently on your face
The intricacies of a piece of lace,
It’s euphoria, it’s a dream
It’s the cherry on top of a large ice cream,
It’s a name you can’t ignore
If I’m the apple, your its core,
It’s a megatastic superstore.
Love is just a four-letter word,
But oh, it is so much MORE.

 

 

 

 

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Front Doors, Poetry by Daniel de Culla

Baby O dynamite

mistress of the Star fish

swimming in my ears

where often a Wo/Man remains alone

Genre: Life

FRONT¨ DOORS

by Daniel de Cullá

 

Baby O dynamite

 

mistress of the Star fish

 

swimming in my ears

 

where often a Wo/Man remains alone

 

long to listen

 

Doors singing my business daily

 

dead as a door nail

 

into all this Channel

 

O.O. % Ecstasy. No¡

 

showing me a door opening by itself

 

at the End of lives forgotten

 

when Sun is a dog cart

 

botted with gay dogs

 

of the dooms day

 

sit and dreaming

 

of the floor of our

 

nothingness sentencing:

 

“Baker’s dozen talk

 

19 to the dozen”.

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Watch the Fall 2015 1st Chapter Novel Winners

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1st CHAPTER and FULL NOVEL FESTIVAL: http://novelwritingfestival.com/

Watch the 1st Chapter Novel Readings for Fall 2015:

Click the LINK and watch all of the winning readings performed by professional actors.

Chapter 1 NOVEL – Please Hold
November 2015 Reading
Written by Tricia Stewart Shiu

NOVEL Chapter 1 – Emma the Nerd at the End of the World
October 2015 Reading
Written by Cathy Herberg

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Today’s Instagram Posts: Saturday November 27 2015

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Today’s Instagram Posts: Consuming Movies. Consuming Food. Consuming Life

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NEW Poetry from around the world. Read and explore

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Read the best of NEW Poetry

ATONEMENT, by Orok Duke
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/21/atonement-poetry-by-orok-duke/

TALES OF A TIME TRAVELER, by Aditya Mankad
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/tales-of-a-time-traveler-poetry-by-aditya-mankad/

MORNINGS MUSIC NEVER DARK, by Dr. Todd Harris
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/mornings-music-never-dark-poetry-by-dr-todd-harris/

SWEET AND FRAGRANT NIRVANA, by Nalini Priyadarshni
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/sweet-and-fragrant-nirvana-poetry-by-nalini-priyadarshni/

WHAT IF, by Anabel Gonzalez
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/24/what-if-poetry-by-anabel-gonzalez/

FOR THE OTHER WOMAN, by Attracta Fahy
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/26/for-the-other-woman-by-poetry-by-attracta-fahy/

WEAK END, by Habib Akewusola
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/26/weak-end-poetry-by-habib-akewusola/

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For The “Other” Woman, by Poetry by Attracta Fahy

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Genre: Betrayal, Relationship

For The “Other” Woman
by Attracta Fahy
So…. this is how it goes….
“She doesn’t really understand me”
“I was young when I met her”
“I fell out of love with her”
“My heart was broken for my kids”
“I stayed for the children”
“She held me back”
“I tried so hard”
‘I felt really guilty”
“She was very insecure”
“I could never do enough”
“She was very difficult”
“She controls me”
“She didn’t appreciate me”
“She is too sensitive”
“She wasn’t affectionate”
So…. these are the lists
“of commands”
delivered to you,
the “Other” woman…..
You know now…. how you must be!
thrown into competitive
illusion,
that you
will fill the hungry ghost of
emptiness,
becoming what she was not,
not seeing…… what he is
blinded, you believe,
it will be different with you.
So…..You have taken up the mantle
she left down,
in grief,
for…

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WEAK END, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

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Genre: Rhyme, Society

WEAK  END
by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Kill fear, bury her in
Thy tinny chest,
Lyrics of bravery,
Dancing to work daily.


Campaign leaks pay,
Popping bubbles cause 
A perfect friday.


Age is my pride
On the days that I climb


Pain is a sign
Soul isn't for man.
So,
Man the good,
Tame the evil. 


You can't read love
Leadership is worse,
But, 
Wire connects a new world.


Rename fear into strength
Remain friends with respect,
Keep humility close to thy chest,
Decency must label your dress.


Prosperity will call me next.
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What If?, Poetry by Anabel Gonzalez

What if the world saw kids through our eyes?
Will they see successes in disguise?
What if they saw diamonds in the rough?

Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?
What if the focus was not on the test?
Would it be enough to just do our best?

Genre: Education, Political, Life

What If?

by Anabel Gonzalez

What if the world saw kids through our eyes?

Will they see successes in disguise?

What if they saw diamonds in the rough?

Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?

What if the focus was not on the test?

Would it be enough to just do our best?

What if there was really nothing to measure?

Will we ever find that hidden treasure?

What if we could tear down classroom walls?

Would we teach at the beach or at the mall?

What if the computer could take the lead?

Would it make teachers obsolete?

What if we stop trying to find fault?

Could we find a remedy and stop the verbal assault?

What if differing viewpoints we could try to see?

Could we agree to disagree?

What if we taught kids to care for the least of these?

Would it be as important as learning ABC’s?

What if we stopped asking the hard questions?

Will we address the issues of education?

What if we stopped asking why?

Could we really turn a blind eye?

What if everyone could catch a glimpse into our world?

Will they be able to see that precious pearl?

What If?

 

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Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana, Poetry by Nalini Priyadarshni

You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!

Category – Romantic 
 
Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana
by Nalini Priyadarshni 
You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!
Maybe you have forgotten gulkand
in your post dinner paan with silver foil
after a long day of sightseeing
in the heat and dust of Benaras
that started at Ghats and culminated
at the silk shop where sitting midst
thousands of pieces of fine silk
you picked golden Ganesha on black
my favorite god whose figurines I collect
A coincidence you would say
 of course, like countless others.
Sipping ice cold water under the droning fan
browsing through vibrant silk pieces
each more beautiful than the previous
with no intention to buy any, after the
oppressive heat of the day you had spent wandering
the streets of the ancient city with your juvenile guide
you picked my favorite god to take back home
India you did not pack in your backpack
 lodged itself beneath your nails
flowered as a trident on your palm
to unfold in the folds of your skin
in the twilight of ‘beaver state’
Thronging with love, gurgling chaos
it nestles in the crevices of your soles
You now return to me in myriad pieces
I stow away at the back of my lingerie drawer
run my finger along their edges listening to Beatles
try to put them together in sultry afternoons
let lusty mangoes seduce me into thinking
we can find a way to turn the clock around
and find nirvana in slurping their nectar
Author info- Nalini Priyadarshni is a poet, writer, editor and amateur photographer. Her work has appeared at various international magazines and lit journals including Up the Staircase Weekly, eFiction India, Mad Swirl, Crescent Magazine, The Riveter Review, Writes & Lovers Café, The Gambler, Camel Saloon, Earl of Plaid, CUIB-NEST-NIDO, and The Open Road Review, Phoenix Photo and Fiction, Undertow Tanka besides numerous anthologies including Resonance, I Am Woman, Awakening of She, Art of Being Human etc. She lives in Ludhiana, India with her husband and two feisty kids. Her first solo poetry collection Doppelgänger In My House is expected in 2016.

 

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