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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.

Halloween Memories, Poetry by Joe Ouellette

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Genre: Horror, Holiday

Halloween Memories
by Joe Ouellette

North Winds drive Indigo clouds taking bites out of a ripe pearl moon.
Crisp salads of autumn leaves peppered with road dust
and salted with early snow dress the road.
Porches in glowing pumpkin yellow corn stalks and hay bales
Staging this night of innocent disbelief.

A joyous man with swaying farm lantern
shepherds laughing children in castoffs
Riotous patchworks of fabric, texture and color.
Running house to house.
Faces hidden.
Flashing eyes fool no one.

Tribute demanded in shy and halting style,
freely given accompanied by Shakespearian
“who’s this” and “oh your scary”!
This joyful extortion of bounty,
This wonderful sharing of the night.
Sense the counterpoint of fearful dress and crystal ringing voices
The tingling serendipity of a child’s delight!

Home now… run! The sack is full
Cold and windy evenings build the chill
Only warm milk, a throw and…

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Flame, Poetry by Carolyn Hucker

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Genres: Love, Desire

Flame
by Carolyn Hucker

You fold me in gentle arms
Warm and loving

Your breath on my skin,
Your heart beats as wild as my own

We move as one
Forgetting the world –
We do not need it
It holds nothing but memory.
Memory is nothing but the past
And we do not need the past
We have now and forever.

Skin to skin burning
Soul to soul flaming
Sun bright eternal
And glorious

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Demons, Poetry by Casiar Meloy

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Genre: Dark, Culture, Humanity

Demons
by Casiar Meloy

Gazing into the open gate of hell

the literal abyss of Hades

With its jagged canines from the ground clenched in meeting

of the stalactites trickling down an acidic saliva

in motion to bite with the deadliest mastication

The acrid stench invading the lungs with every stagnant breath

lingering close to penetrate nostrils

Trying to suffocate the mind into action, panic

Time is endless and doesn’t exist

bearing the illusion of importance in the insignificant

The mouth is hungry for raw flesh

In want of emotion and the destruction of the feelings created

beyond the questions of meaning or individual interpretations

A cavern of retreat for the cheapest of souls

Blocking out all light with an overwhelming sense of dread

No fire ablaze to guide the wanderers, lost and searching for

an escape within the darkness

Desperately feeling their way into the…

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Today’s Top Twitter Posts: Thursday October 29 2015

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Today’s Top Twitter Posts: Submit to the TV Pilot and Spec Screenplay Festival. Writing and Film Festival Review. Today’s Feature Film Story Pitches. Alex Anthopoulos leaving Blue Jays after turning down extension. Paul Ryan elected Speaker of the House.

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https://twitter.com/TVWriting/status/606895077646962688

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https://twitter.com/WritingFestival/status/530427698926346240

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Also, Free logline submissions. The Writing Festival network averages over 95,000 unique visitors a day.
Great way to get your story out: http://www.wildsound.ca/logline.html

Deadlines to Submit your Screenplay, Novel, Story, or Poem to the festival: http://www.wildsound.ca

Watch recent Writing Festival Videos. At least 15 winning videos…

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Fallen Knife, Poetry by Gokul Baby Alex

The journey of a knife

That fell upside down

Out of its tainted edges

On a melting pot of love and life

In a state of inverted coma

Genre: Nature, Observation

Fallen Knife
by Gokul Baby Alex

The journey of a knife

That fell upside down

Out of its tainted edges

On a melting pot of love and life

In a state of inverted coma

Ten seconds before it could groove

A meaningful mist over the grass

Piercing through the foams of lust

Reached the wicked wounds of a heart

Of a cloudy mind, of an ellipsis creature

Caused no ache to the veins and vessels

Wrapped up in a silence, outside its mystic

Carried it away, carved it nice and plotted large

A picture so poisonous that only the wound is left

To cry foul on the flesh of its appetite

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Forgiveness, Poetry by Sherille Williams

His interest are no longer my interest.
Now this love that went on for so long has now become distant,
or should I say it’s the distance thats making my heart wonder .
They say shit like this makes the heart grow fonder. When he is around, all we do is bicker.

Genre: Relationship, Love

Forgiveness
by Sherille Williams

His interest are no longer my interest.
Now this love that went on for so long has now become distant,
or should I say it’s the distance thats making my heart wonder .
They say shit like this makes the heart grow fonder. When he is around, all we do is bicker.
His outlook on life is not the same when he first met me.
He cheated, which means all his morals and respect for me depleted my standards of what a real man wouldn’t do.
This made my heart bleed, because I thought I was his flower and seed, a seed that grew o’ so happily. Since then it’s been all backwards bends on my end.
All my deepest feelings are now complaints, and all his dreams is what he sees to succeed.
I mean, time and time again
I daydream of him being my husband.
My love for him runs so deep even
my G-spot senses him before he turns the corner.
Then, reality snaps me back and I recognize it’s just hopeful love that I’m fucking stuck in.
Holding on days he will change and maybe I can do the same.
Now, it’s not at all his fault because at times my emotions take me over the edge. I become weak and a bit needy instead. Give him head so he can forget the argument we just had.
Then I’m still fucking empty.
He never held me when I cried,
I just wanted a bit more attention and for him to stop thinking money will be by his side when he’s dead.
NO!
It’s not the bills, it’s his wife that will be there because once he dies I will too.
See my mind is misleading into thinking
everyone should love like me.
Now, statistically that extremely rare to find.
You know; the kind of spouse that sees things before it happens and that women’s intuition that never steers a man wrong.
A good women will make you shiver even after you bust a nut, making him wanting to kiss me on the forehead asking if I can hold him instead.
I hope one day this love theory of mine will come alive.
Yet its my fault, because I’m telling the story to all my family and friends of how much he’s hurt me, but I’m still with him in the end.
I love him and if forgiving includes spitting some poetry to mend
my heart then I guess this is where the true forgiveness starts.

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The Silent Warrior, Poetry by Maj Excel Escanlar

He stays focused on his mind
Imagining a place you’ll never find
He got his pen
And wrote his note
A poem for a person he once fought

Genre: Sad, Hurt

The Silent Warrior
by Maj Excel Escanlar

He stays focused on his mind
Imagining a place you’ll never find
He got his pen
And wrote his note
A poem for a person he once fought

This poet wrote for a special one
And she just made him out of fun
She’d just taken for granted
His love and effort
Then with his own will
She ran

He told others after that
What he’d been through
He was shocked
With words of wisdom came from his mouth
He now tell tales of hatred
As long as north reached the south

He didn’t try to hurt her
Or cursed the people who likes her
All he did was beg for her to go back
Too bad her pride was high as a garbage truck

He failed
He was pitied
All he had was a pen
A note
Or a typing machine
To express his feelings
No care
No effort
No one will be hurt
He thought

So He write
He cry
While tears on the paper dry
He’s fighting the memories
On his face
You can’t see any bliss.

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The Other Side, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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Genre: Rhyme, People

The Other Side
by Patsy Jawo

There is good inside me
And I have learnt to show it
There is beauty inside me
And I have learnt to accept it
There is love inside me
And I have learnt to share it

Good people fill this world
And I now attract them
Great experiences await
And I now explore them
Abundance is my birthright
And I have claimed it all

Beauty all around me
Clearer than the dawn light
Power lies within me
Awaits my awareness
Amazing things are found
If only I seek them

Make of this what you will
Your reality thus
Not because it is true
So it is just to you
For your world you create
Your state of mind dictates

Immense freedom of choice
Always you have a voice
To influence within you
That which is without you
Right now with no…

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Pain Gain, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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Genre: Life, People

Pain Gain
by Patsy Jawo

Stomach twisting pain
Surely death has come
I am alive
But how come

Brought me down
To my knees
Another reminder
Human mortality
Just how fragile
I am humbled

To feel pain
Is to be alive
To not thrive
Is to die
Life is the gain
From pain and strife

Momentary pain
How long this moment
Times of happiness
Periods of sorrow
It’s all or nothing

A big part of us
These emotions take
To remind of life
Not to define us
To wake our feelings
Not kill our being

I focus hard
Away from grief
That I may find
A helping hand
And come through this

Tis my journey
This my learning
My slice of life
To feel this gripe
Tis my yearning
To see this through

Find myself
Know myself
Grow myself
Through the pain
And the gain
Love my…

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The Coin, by Patsy Jawo

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Genre: Life, Society

The Coin
by Patsy Jawo

Over the hills, mountains and valleys
Lies beauty untold and mysteries unsolved
That which is only wondered about
As where things are pure, good and great
A place yearned for like a distant land
Only to be reached in the afterlife

In these cities, towns and villages
Are sights to behold, discover, treasure
That which there is never time to explore
And is here now and waiting to be seen
Experiences to be savoured, cherished
This life, the other side of the same coin

That which is near can also be afar
For distance is a creation of mind
Expressed as matter, so solid and real
Beauty is never here nor there, just is
Always can be appreciated
Enjoyed, visited, imagined, beheld

Life is neither before or after, just is
Laughter and love to be seized in the now
The now of…

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