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Morning’s Music Never Dark, Poetry by Dr. Todd Harris

Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus

Genre: Nature and Music Poetry

Morning’s Music Never Dark
by Dr. Todd Harris

Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus

Wondering flowery questions steep
Curiosity’s tendencies’ garden lorus
Waking’s unpredictable flying words
Dropping puzzling notion feats

Daylight’s opening Music beckons
Closed windows open daffodils
Sunup conducting finch wings largo
Grasshoppers duetting butterfly trills

Yesterday calls darkness piccolo
Answer-hosted soils deeply reckon
Confused vanities’ unwanted cargo
Draperies outstretch windowsills

Evening flutters land high limbs
Practiced breath lights unrehearsed
Clock ticks birth surprising seconds
Sunflower seeds grab birthday winds

Hummingbirds wing workaday’s trims
Breeze-music fills sky’s empty purse
Hope-clouds cover midday’s beckon
Tragedy re-sculpts life’s bearing grin

Cats purr quiet just-kidding notes
consciousness bears arriving-blooms
Eve-Idled petals vein wrinkled flowers
Darkness crumples creased art paper

Feet sketch carpet’s walking caper
Knees knock stepping’s empty room
Wonder irons confusion’s coat
Mystery freshens dreams’ open hour

Rising tides overfill lazing eyes
Sound intrudes Id’s empty hall
Climbing-ivy conquests wailing’s wall
Static dust-draws filamentary skies

Unstressed silence hinges cedar ties
Imagination’s rested rabble calls
Words’ sleepy chrysalis worms recall
Worlds’ anxiety weaves fresh surprise

Sunrise taps slumber-tarnished peaks
Calico sweeps sleep’s open door
Vanilla crafts weepy eyebrows’ furrow
Farmers tightly cold-swaddle palms

Pillows clear winter’s staging burrow
Gravity ties shadow’s unkempt floor
Atmosphere poses morning-speak
Novelty cradles crickets’ Psalms

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Tales of a Time Traveler, Poetry by Aditya Mankad

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

Tales of a Time Traveler

by Aditya Mankad

I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.
I was touched by love,
And it burned me hard,
Made me invincible and left me scarred.
And now I won’t fail to mention,
How I still miss you; event in the Nth dimension,
And I realize it now,
How it has always been,
Me falling for you;
You being the red for my blue.
Me feeling the pain;
All seems as right as rain.
I realize it now,
as it makes my stomach churn;
as I long for another scar,
Another burn.
And I hope that there comes a day,
When,
leaves turn brown,
sun shines,
and the sky is all blue,
I would be right where I belong,
With you.
But until then,
I must do what I do best,
Go down the road,
Feared by the rest.
The path itself is the parchment where we wrote,
Wrote the stories of us both.
And our footprints became the ink,
Which can even make the stars sink.
What shall I do now?
Should I wait?
Should I go and tell our tale
and let my promises fail?
Or shall I wait and wait,
and wait,
And keep faith the fate;
Let the world forget who we are,
Wait till you come to give me another scar.

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What if life was an illusion by Abhishek Jha

The Things We Do To Fish by Paul Tapp

Nothing Changed Me by Miriam Beza

Innovation by Trasha Nicole Hickman

Eulogy For A Bat by Kathy Figueroa

A Kinda Life by Denise Stephani

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ATONEMENT, Poetry by Orok Duke

She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

<B>ATONEMENT

(For Ako and Antigha)

by Orok Duke</b>

She poured out her mind thus:

My dream came true,

As the way I do

Everything with you,

No one else will ever do –

Then we caught a cold.

So, let us grab another day

To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.

On that chosen day,

A day that was gladsome and gay,

They found time to be alone,

For them to review and atone.

Later that day,

Towards the midnight hour,

I overheard, ”Can I join you?”

And a reply, ”Of course, love!”

Then: smack, muffles, giggles, kisses and some other

Unrecognisable but hushed sounds,

Came from their Honeymoon suite.

They slept peacefully after.

She drifted back to memory lane,

To when she heard him for the first time:

The sonorous, but guttural voice

And that familiar scent of smitten lovers,

Wafted slowly and overwhelmed the room,

Reminding them of those blissful days –

The way they were,

Their idyllic days in Obio Usiere.

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Read the best of NEW Poetry

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Read the best of NEW poetry from around the world

A NIGHT ON THE TOWN OF PARIS, by Emaglaw
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/a-night-on-the-town-of-paris-poetry-by-emaglaw/

MOUTH ME, by Wendy Norman
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/18/mouth-me-poetry-by-wendy-norman/

SIMPLICITY, by C Denyce Ward
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/simplicity-poetry-by-c-denyce-ward/

THE AMAZON IN SEAT 20c, by Jeremy Ruane
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/the-amazon-in-seat-20c-poetry-by-jeremy-ruane/

WARP MESSENGER, by Stephen Karnaghan
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/warp-messenger-poetry-by-stephen-karnaghan/

SCRAPS OF A LOVE LETTER, by Patro
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/scraps-of-a-love-letter-poetry-by-patro/

MY JOSEPH MY JAM, by Adrienne Miranda
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/my-joseph-my-jam-poetry-by-adrienne-miranda/

DISMAL, by Sonya Devyatkin
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/dismal-poetry-by-sonya-devyatkin/

MOUTH ME, by Wendy Norman
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/mouth-me-poetry-by-wendy-norman-2/

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A Night on The Town Of Paris, Poetry by Emaglaw

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Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme

A Night on The Town Of Paris:
by Emaglaw

Fall down, lay low and pray,
The delay of the crowd is blinding.
Fall down, lay low and pray,
Realized fear is now arising,
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
My God the Blood is Spraying.
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
The delay, to Reload, was temporary.
Fall down, no need, we lay,
Like birds we flocked together.
Be still, don’t move, they’ll see,
oh God please here our plea.
Cry out, don’t shoot, don’t kill,
Deaths release is now upon thee.

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Mouth Me, Poetry by Wendy Norman

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Genre: Beauty, Image, Rhyme

Mouth Me
by Wendy Norman

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If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less
What thoughts and sentiments would you express
Watched closely you can see what it can be
A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities
A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet
Luscious peach that makes you bow and weep
A yellow stained pot of putrid breath
With singhing puffs from wilted lungs left
Dripping red gloss leaving stains of pain
Pale nude dry rough as sand paper
Devoid of knowledge, love, life or caper
Lizard licking trickery devious intent
A whisker and lipstick so seriously bent
Flowing words of a canaries song
Or laced with ice to make them wrong
Wit and intellectual spiels from thin lines
Passions full lips tantalize and entwine
Toothless gobs of verborrhea
Perfection portrayed in a Model’s leer
Newborns purity precious unique
Virgin angelical…

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Dismal, Poetry by Sonya Devyatkin

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Genres: Dark, morbid, bleak, discontent

Dismal
by Sonya Devyatkin

Never have we seen a day as dismal as today,
shuddering rain of contempt,
on ours paths of concrete and subversion,
we soak in the mists of our mentors; delusionary stories,
traced with anthrax & disdain.
Traditions and séances
help us achieve Nirvana.
A day so bleak
we’re bound to break,
Fall into eternal slumber of empty vanities,
of translucent fabricated fictions & dreams of empathy.
To return,
back to our graves of the subconscious,
we loathe disturbance,
give power to the grief & days ivory dull like today.
Illuminated sky; a galaxy of wonders and melting ice,
Furies of fervor and fire,
in the midst of the dark.
Now we wish to return
,to slumber,
where Home surrounds
and noise is unheard of,
where visions are foreseeable
and we mistake the future for the past.

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My Joseph My JAM, Poetry by Adrienne Miranda

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Genre: Love, Hope, Justice.

My Joseph, My JAM- My Poem written to my beloved Joseph.
by Adrienne Miranda

A beautiful morn at 6:07, a precious angel came down from heaven; he quickly encountered the awe of the room; he stole my heart after embracing my womb.

My babe is beautiful, so perfect and sweet; he awaited his family for soon he would meet. That smile on his face so tender and mild; thank you, sweet Jesus, for my darling child.

I will call him Joseph after my dad, a spirited heart and a wonderful lad.

He would love all the earth in all of its glory and take hold of each life that entered his story.

From fish to turtle, to hamster to crab, he filled every nook and with gusto would grab.

My son he lightened the world with his smile, not knowing his time would be but a…

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Scraps of a Love Letter, Poetry by Patro

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Genre: Philosophical

Scraps of a Love Letter
by Patro

Not as to wait, for the endless dawn
Never done with this dread, reconciled on the page
Oscilating thought patterns drifting, as if mental brawn
Looking inward, feeling outward, with the pen I shall wage

Lights cast on the ground, as though my mind seeks another
There are wisps of cloud overhead. It is here I commiserate
It can be lonely. I think of my mother
I have yet to serve those outside the business plate

It isn’t as if I can’t detach. Many who recommend this
Say another day of work is ahead, then the week and it’s awful
Words jotted on the page, written blackly, obliquely. They fend bliss
Pressed into service. At least I am lawful

I will persevere
I prefer LOL! dear

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