Stealth Horse, Poetry by PV Harrington

 
Genre: ‘Nature’ and ‘Change’
 
The hooker’s green ivy creeps underground
With Friday revelations,
Stripping carpet moss from oak braille.
On sub-auburn pathways.

Stealth horse chestnuts lie in wait
for dimpled future homewreckers,
stripling shapeshifters,
who slowly learn not to jump for joy.

You think of forest fires, a cleansing autumn pyre
for your imprinted saffron monk.
The hebeloma puberty fringe asks loaded questions
For which each generation must fall.

And now you seek the magpie’s mate,
chasing something black and white
through dog violet, bog orchid,
butterwort and ball moss –
the florid expletives
crushed underfoot
as the wind changes.

 

 

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Unveiling of the Veil, Poetry by Farzana Moon

 Genre: Life

Irreverent pagans
From the coffers of their mighty legacy
Have bestowed upon women
Heathen gifts
Veil and hijab
Gift-wrapped in silken shroud
Of false piety

Marks of status and wealth

Those gifts rejected by Islam
For the ultimate gift of equality
Now paraded as heirloom of Muslim heritage
Religion scarred by lies
The well-preserved pearls of truth rusted
By the glitter-dust of distortions
How should one wear religion
This new millennium
Like any garland of truth
Perhaps
Strewn with love

On the gold-thread of
Wisdom, knowledge, understanding

http://farzanamoon.blogspot.com
 

 

 

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For All We Know, Poetry by Eden P. Orbista

 Genre: Relationship

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This must be the last time that we talked
… the last time that we hugged
… the last time that we looked into each other’s eyes
… the last time that we tenderly kissed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My eyes are wide shut as you close the door
Tears are falling as my heart ached for you
For all we know you’re leaving for someone else
Reason that is difficult for me to bear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The many years that we shared together
Breaks me into pieces to remember
I’m likened to a flame with a dying ember
For all we know you’re breaking my heart dear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Somehow, there might be another time
Somewhere, there might be another place
For us to rekindle the love we knew, but…
For all we know this might be the end.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Letting go is loving you
My arms want to hold you close
To touch you, to feel you once more, but…
For all we know this is goodbye.

https://edensnookforeverything.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/for-all-we-know/

 

 

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Futurist I am, Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan

 Genre: philosophical

 And the smell of the final cadence lingers … purging me of the strength to run away … and no one
can remedy … no one can feel … the pains that just won’t go away … memories invade … of the scorn
… the hate … the arrogance of those in the crowd … mocking me … hating me … for I didn’t care …
didn’t care to be … just one who dreams and dies … to dream and die with beer and gut … to dream
and die with gossip and stuff … thrusting me forward alone in the dark … always presuming that
solitude mark … which gave me … thrust me to my purpose my life … beckoning wisdom … and
furthering hope …
Music … music … the music – the dance – the love … listen to the words my friend listen to the words
… bring forth the wisdom and let us set aside … set aside the stuff, the pride, the consumerist bile …
listen to the words that sing about hope … of a land in repair … with lingering beauty and love … the
musician bringing the soul to the fore … be strong and look for a life … the future to be found …
beckoning wisdom … someone must start …
Wisdom … truth in action … the perceived world can be … anything that we all desire … living in hell
as most of us are … the pain will stay with us all … but the soul to the fore … to trumpet change …
giving to the mind all the needs … fractured societies as the beat drives us on … to lingering beauty
and love … flora and fauna … repaired and set for life … the future is what I see …

 

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The Restoration of a Broken Lady, Poetry by Damita Maclin

 Genre: Hope, Inspirational

How has America been so great?
When she is afflicted with poverty and taught to be filled with hate.
Surely, not when her lands were raped
By immigrants desperately trying to escape
She has been flooded, swept over, and her forests still burn.
Her soil poisoned with innocent bloodshed at every turn.
She has been lied to more than she’s been laid upon
Disrespected with trash and toxins in rivers, lakes, and ponds
She has been drilled, shattered, exploited, and spat upon since she can remember.
No longer being loved and cared for; respectfully and tender
Her arms stretch continuously from East to West.
However, in comparison her love for others is still the best.
She does not judge the fact that people just want to live.
She is the CEO of trillions from crops to cotton because she gives.
America, the beautiful; land of the free
But, she has been enslaved since the first settlers crossed the sea.
She has been separated from her Mother since the tectonic plate shift
Yet, she has been bought and sold more than Christmas gifts.
America, the beautiful; home of the brave
But, oh how she has been cried upon over unnamed graves.
May God bless America, land that I love.
Continue to heal her with the sun and the rains from above.
Stand beside her as she struggles to stand for justice for all.
And guide her safely with love and equality as a cure all
Across mountains, shout and from prairies other can scream
To oceans and backwoods that America still has a dream!
That regardless of her pain
While others calculate their gains
All America has needed was to be cherished,
Loved by Americans with gentleness
She has always been great
In spite of some people’s ignorance and hate
She is waiting for an apology as we regain her trust
But, that takes love and including ALL of us!!

 

 

 

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Paralysis, A Mara Prose Poem

Genre: Life, Rhyme

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The ‘shoulds’ paralyze me
They lead to the what ifs, the maybes and the could haves
My target is never stagnant and does not allow me to move
I am unhinged and hindered

My doubts subdue me
My failures asphyxiate me
My gains seem miniscule

My mind prepares a catechism
It just can’t let me rest
What’s right? What’s wrong?
What’s my truth? Am I really strong?

My curiosity sacrifices me to injunction
I trial. I tribulate.
I wonder. I investigate.

What I desire is not always mastered
What I master is not always consummated
So I freeze and second guess

The shoulds paralyze me
I am a hostage to its psychological strangulation
I must bargain for my release
I have to be aware of my capabilities
I must believe in all that is me
Even if that means leaving life more of a mystery

The shoulds are a guide, a formula that doesn’t always add up
Convention can equate to confinement
Rejection can equate to judgment
But the world is not our jury
Yet, the shoulds still paralyze me

~ Mara Prose
 

 

 

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What If?, Poetry by Cindi Walton

Genre: Rhyme, Family Fantasy

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 What if for a moment in time
I could go back to childhood where everything rhymed
Where silly cats sat on a broom
and mysteries surrounded King Tut and his tomb
Where magical fairies were real as could be
seen through the eyes of anyone three
Where the greatest delight on a warm summer’s day
was cherry Kool-aid and the cold sprinkler’s spray
Where trees were castles that one must defend
with knee scabs and bruises for mother to tend
Clouds became monkeys and stars with the moon
were watched eating ice cream dripping from spoons
Where bedtime hugs made everyone safe
and kisses on cheeks, sunburned and chafed
Where rules were in place to keep order and peace
served up with French fries dripping in grease
Boundaries for safety, yet freedom to roam
all in the backyard of that place I called home
Thank God for the memories that live in my mind
that take me back to a moment in time
(Cindi Walton 2017)

 

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She cries alone, Poetry by Odonko-ba

 Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

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Drenched in tears
of her own shame
but not of her making

He ascended from shadows
and shadowed her
shattering her dreams
as easily
as did her hymen

She became his fixation
a nightmare lived daily
where time
nor the hour
matters anymore

This monster that looks as human as we
invisible
to the eyes
of humanity

The unthinkable atrocities he commits
upon innocent flesh
he posses

Shackled and caged like a dog

She cries alone

A burden
no child should have to bear

She thinks of her mother and
father
of her brother
and sister
and yes
of her dog
Sam

If only she could warn them of
the monster
that lives next door

The monster
that comes to borrow sugar
or sip coffee
with mum on the porch

At times
drinking a few beers
with dad after work
boasting of games played
on the sports network

All the while stealing glances
at us children

She cries alone

Who would believe her
this man
a pillar of the community
always
a helping hand

Can’t you see he’s a sham
a monster
a pedophile
a child rapist

Ask him
as to my whereabouts
see if he answers you
with a straight face

The rattling of the cage
alerts her to his presence

He comes yet again

She cries
screams and
pleads for him to leave her alone

But this only seems to give him pleasure
mocking her
he mounts her quickly
his screams and cries
of perversion
the only sound left
heard in the room

A single solitary tear
falls from her eye

Please God just let me die
she begs
her lament falling
upon deaf ears

Maybe
it is God
who is dead or
maybe
God has no ears to hear

The monster has left the room
but his stench lingers
pervasively
like the smell of death

Is it possible
to smell ones own death
she muses

For surely
she dies a little
each day

The death of
abandonment
the death of
loneliness
the death of
regret
the death of her
soul

If only
she was strong enough
to fight back

She would scratch out his eyes and
rip out his tongue
that filthy slimy thing
she would feed
to Sam
he would eat anything

The thought
giving her slight amusement

The rattling of the cage
startles her

He’s back yet again

She begins to cry…

 

 

 

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2016 Poetry Finalists

Watch the Poetry Readings from the 2016 poetry contest. These are the finalists. One of these poems will now be made into a movie: 

IT WAS A PLACE IN NEED OF WARMTH – Poetry Reading by Gloria D. Gonsalves

The Songs You Left – Poetry Reading by Lois Terrans Bradbury

nobody crazy ’bout an angry white man – Poetry Reading by Juley Harvey

 

A trace of dreams – Poetry Reading by Dora Marii

A Shadow – Poetry Reading by Christopher Burn

 2016! – Poetry Reading by Kevin Short

2016: A year of heartaches and surprise – Poetry Reading by Ruth Andrews Garnes


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Songs You Left – Poetry Reading by Lois Terrans Bradbury

Poetry performed by Val Cole

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

Grief and loss of losing someone you love and finding a way to keep going.

What motivated you to write this poem?

Watching a musician performing knowing the recent loss in their life.

How long have you been writing poetry?

Since my teenage years.When I got more marks for one page poems than a two page compositions in English class.

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

My Grandfather.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Watching and hearing someone else’s interpretation of the words written on the page and bringing it to life.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

Yes. Short stories, plays, scripts, novels, songs. A writer writes. I write.

What is your passion in life?

Being the best friend I know how, helping others overcome and achieve.