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On A High, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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Genre: Romance, Love, Rhyme, Relationship

On A High
by Patsy Jawo

The way you walk, talk, do your thing
Your laugh, smile, the way you sing
Your nearness affects me like a sting
I’m bitten and now forever your play ground
You have me so smitten I do it all your way
I could never be the same again now I’m in those arms
I know I’m safe and on this plane there is only good
Our brood is perfectly perfect as we are so simply
Although there is nothing simple about perfection
There is an ease with which we respect all that is our self
And a humility that means we are revered by all
The power that is us is beyond comprehension
Our appreciation sees that we honour every being
For our eyes always see the truth in all that seems
By looking, seeing and knowing beyond all…

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The Party, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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Genre: Life, Rhyme

The Party
by Patsy Jawo

I am excited at this party called life
It is like a live wire and I the electrician
I could be in trouble if I don’t do it right
It could be the party of my life if I nail it
I don’t wanna spend most of my life doing stuff I should
I want to be on the edge, ready to rock, knowing I could get caught
What’s the worse that would happen? No seriously!
All this fear, I am fed up with it all and it being maximised to take full advantage
It’s time to rock this party and have much fun in the process
I am a ticking bomb and have exploded hence having a blast
I am always doing the right thing so I don’t worry about consequences
I am feeling humorous is why I’m laughing out loud

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A Message from Mr. J. O. Martins, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

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Genre: Life, Rhyme, People

A Message from Mr. J. O. Martins
by Patsy Jawo

I am the untouchable breeze
The shadow in the sun
The whisper in the wind
A father, son, helper and friend
Who am I?
I am J O Martins

A bounding energy
A vibrant melody
An intimate fellowship
Personal dedication
To love all and sundry
To infinite perfection

So where will I be?
I hear you ask
In every breath
Nurturing all life
And where am I now?
Glowing in the light

I am with God
One with God
And if one with God
Is one with all
Why do you see me gone?
For I am in all

Know that I am not
Just J O Martins
I am infinity
I am the presence of God
I am agility
I am all possibilities
I always hear your call
So never you stall
Demand with grace

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Read the Best of Today’s POETRY from around the world.

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Read the Best of Today’s POETRY from around the world.

Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

DIMMER, by Shannon R. Giedieviells
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/21/dimmer-poetry-by-shannon-r-giedieviells/

PANDEMONIUM, by Vanessa Anthony
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/%e2%80%8epandemonium-poetry-by-vanessa-anthony/

THE OTHER, by Randa Shami
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/the-other-poetry-by-randa-shami/

FILLED GLASSES LIT CIGARETTES, by Noemi Moncayo
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/filled-glasses-lit-cigarettes-poetry-by-noemi-moncayo/

HUMID, Gokul Baby Alex
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/humid-room-poetry-by-gokul-baby-alex/

PLASTIC LIMITATIONS, by Maka Nyingwa
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/22/plastic-limitations-poetry-by-maka-nyingwa/

POETRY, by Caiubi
http://festivalfopoetry.com/2015/10/22/poetry-poetry-by-caiubi/

THE JACK O’ LANTERN GONE MAD, by Paul Parent
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/23/the-jackolantern-gone-mad-poetry-by-paul-parent/

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The Jack’o’Lantern gone mad, Poetry by Paul Parent

The fog drifts slowly, creeping mysteriously over hallowed grounds.

The resting home of the dead was filled with scary sounds.

There is this Jack’o’Lantern and the cemetery is his home.

He has been there since 1784, and decides this is where he will roam

To those who walk bravely in the cemetery at night.

The Jack’o’Lantern will give you such an eerie fright.

Genre: Horror, Rhyme, Gore, Halloween

The Jack’o’Lantern gone mad
by Paul Parent

The fog drifts slowly, creeping mysteriously over hallowed grounds.

The resting home of the dead was filled with scary sounds.

There is this Jack’o’Lantern and the cemetery is his home.

He has been there since 1784, and decides this is where he will roam

To those who walk bravely in the cemetery at night.

The Jack’o’Lantern will give you such an eerie fright.

Ghost friends create mischief with him too,

Their hair stands up with just one blood curdling boo.

A cat with raised hackles sits on a tombstone with a hiss.

And a zombie out from a grave wildly shakes his fist.

Around in the cemetery in circles flies a wicked witch,

Her cackle loud enough with a high piercing pitch.

A spider web might be cast upon a face or two.

The web is icky and will stick to you like glue.

Jack’ o’ Lantern’s smile was up and not down.

Now, not a pleasant smile but only a frightening frown.

The Jack O’ Lantern throws flames only to have fun.

He laughs in a frenzy watching people wildly run.

If he saw that their clothes were not singed and blackened scorched,

He would bite them if they dared come onto the rickety old porch!

If that did not work he would stand on his feet

And chase them all screaming, running down the street.

If ever on Halloween you are in a cemetery and lean over onto a grave,

Dare to be frightened or dare to be brave.

It is only one night throughout all the years.

You have nothing to be scared of – perhaps only your fears.

Remember: The Jack’o’Lantern lives for Halloween.

This is the night he could be nastier, nastier and chillingly mean.

At one time he was a good pumpkin – this is so sad.

One day he snapped his lid and went absolutely mad.

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POETRY, Poetry by Caiubi

but bitter
more bitter
a keepin abstence
well said from who looks
shiping the simple silence to burning words
a pray

Genre: Life, People, Society

POETRY
by Caiubi

but bitter
more bitter
a keepin abstence
well said from who looks
shiping the simple silence to burning words
a pray
a flame as an answer to the world
mute river
deaf move
inert stone
the matters is the poem
imperious hand in a missin work
brings to incandescent spirity
and all call thought incinerated act
water throught abort a will
to you
to everything
to a glorious achivements that only one can do
this poem
gathering mountain of shame
waiting to raise a mirror hand
and nothing
suspect of amnesia
lying absorved
desperade
…
don’t be afraid
play an end
blink love
crimson leaf

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Plastic Limitations, Poetry by Maka Nyingwa

Dolls lined up in neat rows of ten,
each equally afraid of lies, pain and disappointment
Drawn with aching smiles and soulless eyes:
cages are imprinted with redundant words to spark interest

Genre: Life, Society

Plastic Limitations
by Maka Nyingwa

Dolls lined up in neat rows of ten,
each equally afraid of lies, pain and disappointment
Drawn with aching smiles and soulless eyes:
cages are imprinted with redundant words to spark interest

A new era of egocentrically selfless dolls pollute the aisle
while the rest are left to decay into the dust they rose from
And as damaged beauty is glorified,
hearts are lost to the physical eye:

Money, magnified, manic
Absent, apathetic, abandoned
Grated, generic, glorified
Empty, effortless, edited
Damaged:
the end of each relationship is the beginning of every insecurity…
Damaged.

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HUMID ROOM, Poetry by Gokul Baby Alex

I feel I am not alone in this room

It breaths and crawls with my antics

So much of emotions brewing here

So much of humidity lives here

Genre: Philosophical

HUMID ROOM
by Gokul Baby Alex

I feel I am not alone in this room

It breaths and crawls with my antics

So much of emotions brewing here

So much of humidity lives here

A plenty of sweat and despair is born

Simmering out of sickness

It grows weird in my eyesight

I have another humid half

I know it is not made up of my days

I know it is not cooked in my dreams

It may be the other end of my porous beliefs

They see through the wedges of my pupil

A world full of half-baked ideas

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