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Read Poem: Bully, by Travaughn

Who am I to be labeled as perfect &
Who am I to try & label that person?
I find your worthiness a surely contest for narcissistic complex
Placing your pride against me cuz you insist to feed your ego
Simply, I feel for people feeble to the healthy knowledge of self
They caught up trynna get wealth
Whereas I’m living in stealth
My motivation is seeing destiny’s new perspective
Become effective with effort
Paint perfect pictures of wonder &
Who are you to judge my imperfections &
Who are you to think I’m disconnected?
Lack of conscience may embrace the problem
I’m just a product from the proper process
You judge me like an option
I take precaution then filter the toxins
I’m one of many from the land of the lift offs
I been took off
While y’all out contemplating ways to get off
I listen to the muses as they sing
Then let my soul vibe inside its dream
Been trynna hold on
to the most amazing love on
This planet & you take it
Well focus, I’m just trynna make it
Living my life just
And you can hold on
To this most amazing love on
This planet; Yo, here take it &
Focus, we’re just trynna make it
Living our life just living this life
And you can yell into my face all day; you won’t have control on me
Gone & spread your rumors all day; you won’t have control on me
Yes, sticks & stones may break all bones
But this world can never break me
Who am I to be labeled as perfect &
Who am I to try & label that person?
I find your actions have a lack of passion
Using your powers to belittle those &
While you exert this fickle role
I’ve seen into your soul &
I can understand your fighting demons, but you won’t admit it
Cuz your conflictions is an issue & can’t find forgiveness
Causing threats don’t seem to faze you
So as I face you, you’ll have to face life’s truths
Paint perfect pictures &
Who are you to judge my imperfections &
Who are you to think I’m unprotected?
Wasn’t content to consent your torment &
While they say that ignorance is bliss
I sit round & circumvent
Transcending the trends you try to represent
I tell you; I steady be giving you nothing but good vibes &
Life’s not easy, but through the hard times got to find reasons to simply smile
It’s all experience to paint a perfect so profound
So keep this feeling & just
Hold on to this most amazing love on
This planet; Yo, here take it &
Focus, we’re just trynna make it
Living our life just living this life

Been trynna hold on
to the most amazing love on
This planet & you take it
Well focus, I’m just trynna make it
Living my life just
And you can yell into my face all day; you won’t have control on me
Gone & spread your rumors all day; you won’t have control on me
Yes, sticks & stones may break all bones
But this world can never break me

Been trynna hold on
to the most amazing love on
This planet & you take it
Well focus, I’m just trynna make it
Living my life, just
Judge ye not lest ye be judged
Release the grudge
Martyr the flow to release the love
I plead through mud
It’s a wonderful time to make a difference
You seeming different
Keep persistent with your interest
Hold on to this most amazing love on
This planet; Yo, here take it &
Focus, we’re just trynna make it
Living our life just living this life

Read Poem: Addicted to Amazement, by Diana Zimmerman

let’s become addicted
to amazement
that dizzying electric surprise
when the unexpected
explodes
before our eyes
on our taste buds
over our skin

let’s take it in our coffee
in our water
in our wine
until we can’t live
a single hour without a
surge of glorious disbelief
to calm us

we will claw the earth for it
find it under stones
in the hearts of
little shells
peel it with our teeth from the
bark of tender trees

dianarenee.com

Read Poem: THE DEVIL’S CLUTCH, by Kevin Parish

Eerie hands paint the canvas black
While wisps of smoke still linger
Surely, evil has become manifest
Where once were talented fingers

Brushstrokes of darkness in shades of gray
Follow along haunted lines
Lost are the souls whose eyes behold
This gallery of Hades lies

Countless virgins sacrificed
Off cliffs over a raging sea
Whilst serpents slash down below
Awaiting morsels from the jubilee

The wetness of the fresh blood glistens
With the sinister artist’s touch
As another one falls from arrogance
Into the devil’s clutch

Read Poem: PASSIONS, by Carrie Moon

The word passion evokes pictures of a hot, steamy night,
But the passions I speak of are guided by God’s
There is passion in everyone, just waiting to ignite,
If only we could all follow our dreams without a fight.

When creativity courses through our veins,
We let go of routine and God holds the reins,
We give vent to our innermost soul,
Churning out labours of love, to reach our goal.

To be filled with passion is to be so alive,
To embrace every task, not only to survive,
This I’m sure is a pure, euphoric feeling of glee,
When you accomplish small steps, of the future you see.

Your stomach knots up in delight and such joy,
As you nimbly move on from each task so coy,
You smell the success of your passionate displays,
You know you’ve created uniqueness, in God’s ways.

Creative people are definitely a breed apart,
They focus furiously to produce their genre of Art,
They write and they dance and they act and they paint,
The passion so grabs them, that they might even faint

They love to create, sheer bliss to give to the world,
A precious part of their passionate hearts unfurled,
And when there’s a lull, and some quiet in their life,
They thank God for creativity without any strife.

Read Poem: END, by Christine Bolton

Evening touches the last light
Before it covers in its darkness
My heart swathed in mourning threads
and face immobilized in hardness

In the end they say it is black
This must surely be where I am
The birds do not sing
nor do I hear the bleat of a lamb

I feel only numbness
Immobilized with no direction
Hearing your words echoing in my ears
and their cruel inflection

I am a broken woman
Laying in pieces at your feet
A heap of something that once was
Your destruction complete

Before others we plighted our troth
An oath to be faithful and true
Our love an ocean not stopping at the shore
If only we knew

Your demons buried deep inside
Were still alive and well
Once the lid was open
Only time would tell

They had festered in their morbid coffin
Poison slowly growing in wait
A corpulent beast ready to explode
Once you opened the gate

I am now frozen in time
Your love was detrimental to my being
I lay slowly dying from the toxins
Your final gift is freeing

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Read Poem: Overused and Meaningless, by Kathleen Kush

What if you were told
That the word LOVE was overused and meaningless?
That your heart, your mind, your body
Was overused and meaningless?
That unconditional love
Was not real?
And then you realize it is true!
Your partner, your children your dearest friends
Remind you, eventually.
And you can not believe it.
You try so hard to reprogram your thoughts.
You are told it is just a learning experience.
You are tired of this type of education!
Therapy exhausts you.
If you must love,
Believe only in yourself.
And you will still be betrayed!

Read Poem: HOME, by joshua anand skater

i wake up beside your huddled body
wrapt in sheets cocooned in silent dreams
i pry myself awake and watch you
beauty condensed to sleepy peaceful knot

sand-stuck eyes and weary muscle conspire
to move my groaning shambles down the hall
the burner clicks, the gas explodes in fire
the beans spew out their sour perfumed gall

drowsily i stir and watch the air expire
and foam the milk in oval spurts of steam
and stumble back – the splashes sweet
the stickiness still hot on weary knuckles

the cup sits by your head you do not stir
faint flare of lip and blush of tiny nostril
i sit erect and watch you as i savour
the too-hot liquid gulped down my greedy throat

new paradise to silent sit and linger
in atmosphere of love and want and peace.

Read Poem: Everyone Deserves A Chance to Be, by Rita F. Kurian. GENRE: LIFE

They called me a little egg
No arms, face or legs
A little heart beating 24/7
A little soul, happy in oblivion
I loved my Mama’s voice
I would hear her speak
And my heart would leap with joy
I felt comforted within her warm walls
Felt safe secure as I never would fall

Then one sad cold day
To my deep painful dismay
I heard an evil stranger’s voice
He spoke about making a right choice.
Something did not feel right
Then suddenly, something
Hard and sharp ripped me like a knife
I cried Mama, “Help me, set me free!”
My Mama did not seem to hear me
That monster attacked me with sadistic glee
I felt so helpless, Mama seemed far away
My world turned dark and gray
And then I faded away

Moments later, an angel carried me up
Up beyond and I was taken
To My Creator
I got to learn the horrific truth
And my soul in sorrow did droop
For I learned my Mama wanted me to die
I heard this and started to cry
My loving Creator let me weep
And said, “I know your pain is deep
But in Heaven, rewards you will reap

Then He washed away my tears
And healed my pain and fears
He gave me a new body
And soon I was strong and sturdy

In time, I could forgive my Mama
Because you see
Right now, she still does not understand
She does not know
May she wake up
And in understanding grow
Before to eternity she goes..

I still ask her now
Mama, do you hear me?
If you do
Help others to go free…
May they never
End up like me…
Because everyone deserves
A chance to be

Rita Farhat Kurian

Read Poem: They Say, by Michael Murdoch

They say you make your own stress

And that it’s detrimental to your health

They say that success breeds success

And in life one must know one’s self

They say stars can’t shine without darkness

And money doesn’t necessarily mean wealth

But none of this means anything unless

You realise

my wine glass isn’t going to fill itself

Read Poem: DADDY, by Vida Zukauskas

My dad always dressed boring beige shirts beige pants
no colours or flashiness.
he would always offer to drive everyone home and wait until they got inside safely.
he would always drive me to Toronto many times,
Miss me saying am good girl, miss my birthday twin miss spending our birthday together, he was my angel
my rock, feels as if nobody cares anymore, always cared deeply, loved deeply, feel lost without him
wish could bring him back, crying comes so easily, remembering moments we shared
cooking, travelling, having coffee, going to church just being together
you were here now you are gone
you were warm blooded.
now your nothing more
you were here
now your spirit is everywhere
daddy, daddy, daddy
why did you leave me
you were so kind and loving
miss hearing your voice
hearing you speak
your laughter and seeing you smile