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FILLED GLASSES & LIT CIGARETTES, Poetry by Noemi Moncayo

Nobody promised you a manual on how to face the burden of heartbreak and loneliness.
This life doesn’t equip you with the first aid kit to pull together and repair your soul after you face the sad reality that you have to save yourself from every hell you go through.

Genre: Addiction, Life, Society

FILLED GLASSES & LIT CIGARETTES
by Noemi Moncayo

Nobody ever said it was easy.

Nobody promised you a manual on how to face the burden of heartbreak and loneliness.
This life doesn’t equip you with the first aid kit to pull together and repair your soul after you face the sad reality that you have to save yourself from every hell you go through.

Your lungs were not made to inhale the toxic smoke you use to numb your mind. You liver isn’t meant to handle the alcohol intake on the nights you feel so empty there’s a hollow vibration in your cries.

Your heart was not prepared for the hands of lovers who are masters of broken promises and had the audacity to drop it.

Your ears were not made to hear words that resonate in the back of your mind and make you contemplate weather death is a train you want to ride on.

Your eyes, fragile glass crafted by God to see the beauty that this life has to offer, were not meant to see her in your bed with another.

Your lips were not meant to quiver when the first tear falls after you feel your heart sink to your knees. Love is not supposed to sound like an apology when it resonates off the walls of your mouth.

Kisses are not meant to burn your lips when you pretend you don’t know the truth.
You shouldn’t have to force yourself to pull her closer and you shouldn’t have to look away when you see yourself dead inside her eyes.

The truth is; bottles and packs can numb the pain, but not if she’s the one filling your glass and lighting your cigarettes.

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THE OTHER, Poetry by Randa Shami

She stands tall, proud.
If heaven was a voice
It would be hers.
If love was lost
It could be found in her eyes.
Her walk oozes confidence,
Her lips convey wisdom.

Genre: Feminism

THE OTHER
by Randa Shami

She stands tall, proud.
If heaven was a voice
It would be hers.
If love was lost
It could be found in her eyes.
Her walk oozes confidence,
Her lips convey wisdom.

Her words fall on deaf ears.

Her words are viewed as the punishment,
And her body the prize.

The breasts that come in different sizes.
Yours for the taken,
Her golden cherry,
Your final destination.
The only thing you listen to.

Naive .
Thinking she can use it as a weapon.
Proud that her heart did not beat for you,
But her legs opened gladly.
Naive.

You are the winner.
She lost everything.

But her walk only gains power.
It mirrors yours now.
An undeniable stance which shouts
‘I am the hierarchy’
‘I am the definition of double standards’

Her words are still wise.
But even her own ears have closed to the noises her lips make.
They utter hateful words behind her back.
Call her names,
Slut,
Dumb girl.

Then she runs to you.

You who walks the same walk.
You whose words are less wise.
You who made all the rules.

Let her say
‘I know what I want’
Let her dare become that brave.

Disregarding
Her words, actions
Only the materials draping
Over her temple will define her now.
And you will use this as an excuse to
Invade, destroy and conquer
What once was her temple.

Tears will fall from her eyes
And with every drop love is,
Lost, hated, forbade.
You place your hands under her chiselled chin and use her tears to wash away the,
Blame,
guilt.

Provoked?

Were you?

The body will die it is the soul that is the prize.

A woman she is
Women they are
One is nothing without the other.

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‎PANDEMONIUM, Poetry by Vanessa Anthony

The past’s place misplaced
The future lacking in grace
The present looking faked
How much more can I take

Genre: Dark, Emotional, Pain, Despair Death

‎PANDEMONIUM
by Vanessa Anthony

The past’s place misplaced
The future lacking in grace
The present looking faked
How much more can I take

Drifting in and out of shadows
No focus in the hallows
Darkness darker than dark
Here I lay, stark

Illusive mirage
Emotional barrage
Unbreakable chains
Unspeakable pains

Broken pieces
Heart beat ceases
Once again in darkness
Droned in madness

http://www.vanessaknowspoetry.blogspot.com

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Today’s INSTAGRAM Photos: Wednesday October 21 2015

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Today’s INSTAGRAM Photos: Horror Short Film “Bell Tower Enigma”. Fortress of Solitude in real life. Miniature Rugelach Cookies.

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A Light In The Sky, Poetry by Kathy Figueroa

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Genre: Fear, Funny

A Light In The Sky
by Kathy Figueroa

As I stood and gazed at the nighttime sky,
A sputnik, a satellite, caught my eye.
It travelled in a slow and graceful arc;
A small and bright point of light in the dark.

Spellbound and transfixed I watched it with awe
And marvelled at the wondrous sight I saw.
It epitomized man’s inventive flair,
Traversing the sky, so high in the air.

Then, as eastward, through the heavens it flew,
The roof of my house obscured it from view.
When, at last, it was hidden from my sight,
Nothing else broke the stillness of the night.

As the beauty of the sky wove its spell,
Into a dreamlike reverie I fell.
I basked in the radiance of each star,
The twinkling light from so very far.

I turned to look where the satellite passed,
Where, high over my…

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Auction Hall, Poetry by Kathy Figueroa

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Genre: Shopping

Auction Hall
by Kathy Figueroa

Department stores are nice
But prices there are high
If you’ve got lots of cash
They’ve lots of things to buy

But if you’re like most folks
Just trying to make do
You’ll want to save some bucks
But get a bargain too

I know a type of place
That isn’t hard to find
Where you can stop to shop
And still have peace of mind

It’ll have what you require
Deals there are glorious
No need for debt most dire
Thrift’ll be victorious

It’s like Utopia
A great big bargain mine
A cornucopia
Of stuff that’s mighty fine

Washers, tools, lawnmowers
Books that are very old
Antiques, art, and armchairs
And dishes edged with gold

Buttons, brooms, and cow bells
Snowshoes and winter boots
Radios and tvs
Harmonicas and flutes

Old china cabinets
Candles with fancy scents
Sheets and pillowcases
Knick-knacks and…

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No Money? No Problem!, Poetry by Kathy Figueroa

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Genre: Hope, Inspirational, Philosophical

No Money? No Problem!
by Kathy Figueroa

I need a vacation
But don’t have a car
Don’t have much money
So I can’t travel far

Once upon a time
I made a good buck
But things can happen
That change your luck

So, with the sunlight streaming
Through the window pane
Instead of my loss
I’ll think of my gain

I’ll remember it’s good to be here
In my big easy chair
‘Cause it’s not always comfortable
In that world, out there

If, at faraway places
I still want to look
I’ll just stick my nose
In a travel book

I’ll save my few dollars
To pay my bills down
If I want to feel like a tourist
I’ll wear my sunglasses
While shopping, downtown

Maybe I’ll stop at a restaurant
To see what they’re charging for food
Then go home and make lunch
And feel…

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The November War, Poetry by Kathy Figueroa

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Genre: Animals*, Dark, Deer*, Hunting*, Peace*

The November War
by Kathy Figueroa

Huddled together at the side of the road
They were refugees in flight
Frozen for a moment, for all time
In the glare of the bright headlight

Four, leaning against each other
Paused, on their desperate run
As they sought shelter
From the dog and the gun

Trepidation and sheer terror
Could be seen in their eyes
And that awful knowledge
Of how their kind dies

Their days were numbered
Maybe hours remained
Not much more
As they tried to escape
The November war

Could they sleep or even rest?
Would they have the strength to fight?
Or would their legs fail
From exhaustion and fright?

If only there was somewhere to stay
By a house, or on a farm
A shelter, refuge, or sanctuary
Where they’d be spared from harm

But, anywhere they hid
Unleashed dogs would…

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The Pumpkin Beast. Poetry by Kathy Figueroa

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Genre: Fear, Funny, Halloween*, October*

The Pumpkin Beast
by Kathy Figueroa

In the blackest hours of Halloween night
Stir creatures that moan and wail;
Such sounds can give a soul a fright
And cause your heart to fail!

But there’s one that makes the other bunch
Sound as innocent as a birdie’s chirp
When it goes CRUNCH, CRUNCH
MUNCH, MUNCH, SLURP, SLURP …BURP!!

“Oh, tell us, please, what is this beast?”
Hoarse, hushed whispers query,
“On what does this monster feast
And make noises that are so scary?”

Behold yon pumpkin, with an eerie face
Lit by a candle from within –
It’s to keep bad spirits from that place,
That’s why it has a hideous grin.

But people give nary a thought
That, inside, the pumpkin is being toasted…
The candle flame burns so hot
The pumpkin becomes roasted.

Certain epicureans of the quadruped kind
Esteem this squash “cuisine”

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Read the best of POETRY from all over the world:

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

Read the best of POETRY from all over the world:

INVISIBLE MAN, by Dawi Opara
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/15/invisible-man-poetry-by-dawi-opara/

LOVE, by Aaron Carey
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/15/love-poetry-by-aaron-carey/

THE PRICE OF LOVE, by James Gary
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/15/the-price-of-love-poetry-by-james-gary/

BLOODSHOT EYES AND TEARSTAINED CHEEKS, by Amber Lee
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/16/bloodshot-eyes-and-tearstained-cheeks-poetry-by-amber-lee/

BLOODSHOT EYES AND TEARSTAINED CHEEKS, by Amber Lee
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/16/the-poets-pen-poetry-by-eleanor-mell/

EARTHWORM, by Reena Prasad
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/16/earthworm-poetry-by-reena-prasad/

A KINDA LIFE, by Denise Stephani
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/16/a-kinda-life-poetry-by-denise-stephani/

HUMANITYS COLLECTIVE OULIPO EXPERIMENT, by Jeffrey J. Garrett
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/17/humanitys-collective-oulipo-experiment-poetry-by-jeffrey-j-garrett/

M-E JUST CUT AND PASTE, by Bill Clayton
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/17/m-e-just-cut-and-paste-by-bill-clayton/

THE GREATEST GIFT, by Augustine Sam
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/18/the-greatest-gift-poetry-by-augustine-sam/

SOLUTIONS, by Julius Wells
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/18/solutions-poetry-by-julius-wells/

MY BEAUTIFUL CIRCUMSTANCES, by Takudzwa Mudiwa
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/18/my-beautiful-circumstances-poetry-by-takudzwa-mudiwa/

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