Category: 2019 Poetry

Read Poetry: Sestina: THE DANGERS OF THEY, by Steven Fortune

Now I’m cornering the refuge of a definition;
algorithms made a rat of me, I’m guilty by association.
What’s an era, what’s a generation,
when the stats are kept so tight?
Where’s attrition when the compass swindles sight?
Who appoints a winner in two claims of divine right?

Duelling definers spar for geist diviners who adjudicate degrees of right.
The spectacle uncovers risk in seeking refuge in a definition.
The impasse hammering estrangement between its weight and volume compromises sight.
Is there such a thing as affiliation, even self-association,
in this era of hermetic numbers exercising its serenely tight
monopoly of flexibility on morals of a generation?

For those who have no interest in the generation
as a spiritual fraternity, there’s a claim on what is right
in the fine print of a war’s declaration statement. Money won’t be tight
forever for the soldiers or the sympathizers. Genocide will rock the definition
that endorses all manner of association
bent on prying all the pixels out of what passes for enlightened sight.

They aspire to equivocate the trust of individual sight;
they are waging eye-candy campaigns of paring down to a clique a generation
fixing to resign itself to avatar association,
for eye contact will be declared a superfluous right
in the effort to uphold the most convenient definition.
The dissipation of a noble leader’s traits is promised by the visual dissection of the leaders; the probing slices deliberate and tight.

Division of the physical enables the enforcement of a tight
command on conditions for the social. Torn between the sight
that fuels my observations, and the canon definition
of a people’s progress, I refuse to personify a generation
selling out consensus celebrations of right
to legislators celebrating easy conformity through practical association.

Indebted to identity, and tantalized by the deals of the grand association,
the ties of binding – once an easy source of solace – now are tight
beyond my grip’s ability to pick apart the right
from wrong directions on the moral map comprised from raw sight.
Is it even relevant to who’s a member of a gypsy generation?
One no longer plotting recourse to refuge in a definition?

Ghost association I invest in graded sight
until the tight constraints of a compressed generation
suffocate a sense of right with a state definition.

03 08 19

Watch the MARCH 2019 Poetry Readings


Poetry Reading: I Wanna Fruit You, by Marcus Graham

Poetry Reading: The Spiderman, by Paul Wood

Poetry Reading: Simple Truth, by Clay Witkofsky

Poetry Reading: Wine and Dine at 9, by Michael Villalobos

Poetry Reading of: Homlo: Life is about the Light, by Bheku Khumalo

Poetry Reading of: Lucifer’s Grief, by Charbel Tadros

Poetry Reading of: Country of Long Winters, by Paul Bamberger

Read the TOP POEMS from APRIL 2019

Read Poem: Anger………….., by Janet E. Blackwood
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/01/read-poem-anger-by-janet-e-blackwood/

Read Poem: SLEEP MY FRIEND, by Kat Lehmkuhl
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/31/read-poem-sleep-my-friend-by-kat-lehmkuhl/

Read Poem: I FELL IN LOVE WITH COLORS ONCE, by Kristen Corbisiero
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/31/read-poem-i-fell-in-love-with-colors-once-by-kristen-corbisiero/

Read Poem: Inna Bflat, by Sharon M. Musgrave
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/29/read-poem-inna-bflat-by-sharon-m-musgrave/

Read Poem: LET THIS DAY, by Katarina Jovcevska
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/28/read-poem-let-this-day-by-katarina-jovcevska/

Read Poem: ASPIRATION, by K. Exum
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/28/read-poem-aspiration-by-k-exum/

Read Poem: TWO WAY, by Maria Juliet
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/28/read-poem-two-way-by-maria-juliet/

Read Poem: Life and Times of my Cigarettes Death, by Samantha Broesky
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/27/read-poem-life-and-times-of-my-cigarettes-death-by-samantha-broesky/

Read Poem: NIBBLES, by Sebastian Hales
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/27/read-poem-nibbles-by-sebastian-hales/

Read Poem: Where the Tears Go, by J Hirtle
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/26/read-poem-where-the-tears-go-by-j-hirtle/

Read Poem: Creamy Sky, by Elaine Alibrandi
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/26/read-poem-creamy-sky-by-elaine-alibrandi/

Read Poem: Before It’s Too Late, by John T Leonard
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/26/read-poem-before-its-too-late-by-john-t-leonard/

Read Poem: SEMANTICS, by Mary Lynn Archibald
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/25/read-poem-semantics-by-mary-lynn-archibald/

Read Poem: Censorship, by Sahar Ajdamsani
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/25/read-poem-censorship-by-sahar-ajdamsani/

Read Poem: DARK LOVE ODE, by Kat Lehmkuhl
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/25/read-poem-dark-love-ode-by-kat-lehmkuhl/

Read Poem: LOVE THAT LOVE, by Leah Gitome
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/24/read-poem-love-that-love-by-leah-gitome/

Read Poem: Anger………….., by Janet E. Blackwood

Consuming rage, piercing arrow, internal fire emerging pain
Wasted lifetime experience offering no gain
Unexpressed festering rumblings replayed constantly inside
Questions left unanswered swelling anxiety over time
Unresolved fermenting cancer, ravaged spirit, torn soul
Screaming matches inside belied by calm frontal repose
Warped thinking, crushed spirit, hardened withered heart
Uncontrolled anger’s bitter harvest singes each part.

Read Poem: I FELL IN LOVE WITH COLORS ONCE, by Kristen Corbisiero

I feel in love with colors once,
They’re bright, attractive allure,
Drew me in time and time again,
Fingers dancing on the edge of my heart,
Caressing and sighing, teasing laughter echoed in my head,
Colors drew me close, whispered beautiful things,
I saw stars in so many different perspectives,
Saw the sunset everyday and each time gasped with the portrait that bleed into the sky,
I fell in love with all the colors,
Never questioning why,
And they all broke my heart.

The day I saw things in black and white was when I met you,
When the colors had drained me dry,
Taking whatever they could,
I still here the haunting laughter and my heart lurches.
(And it’s shameful that I miss seeing the sunset,
How the stars shone, the way the night sky bled)
The black and white, though,
It was so dull, simple and so transparent I wondered what caught my eye,
It wasn’t the vivid imagery it drew in my mind,
Couldn’t have been the thrill or excitement,
But…something still made me stay.
(Maybe I was trying to heal the mess colors left smeared across my heart)

Black showed me there was so much more to my darkness,
How shades of grey told a story,
How the midnight hue told an endless story across that same night sky,
How the white bright stars shone in a new, different way,
Colors had bled me,
But the comfort of black and white,
Of you,
Made me learn to create my own colors,
Shining bright and bold,
Mixed with a touch of your own color pallet.

Read Poem: Inna Bflat, by Sharon M. Musgrave

(Poem about being a single mother)

It started with a simple dream

A single mom, an apartment on the lake

and a blue computer screen

Two Ikea colored filled rooms

Seagulls singing songs in the late afternoon

Just below the balcony on a bed of grass

Unblemished was the set of her new beginnings

But she didn’t know, not while she was living in it

All she had was where she’d been

Her eyes focused on the computer screen

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

He’s got a blue electric motorcycle

and he zooms through the kitchen

Then he swishes passed her swiveled chair

She feels the cool breeze of his creative air

and she just sits there

Gone are the solidified words which so passionately

possessed her just a few months ago

Gone are the concerns that kept her from her desires

The things she couldn’t see through

Not while she was living in it

And so it was born, a plan

Because the dream is all she had in the first place

So off she went left the shore for a temporary apartment

A step side ward, while onward she worked on the side

An old stove full of someone’s lonely past

A broken pool in the basement, a small dark sauna

Not the aqua blue the fresh waves that she longed for

She slept alone and rode the night

Because this side turn produced many of fights

but she needed this as they say, to build character

She followed the tricycle down the path

Where she once walked to find solace on the water front

Which clothed her with the rays

Enough to fill the early morning bike ride to the day care up the road

Her little boy in the back seat singing songs like

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Beautiful day, Beautiful Day, Beautiful Day, in the neighborhood

Then there came another side turn, and I say side turn

Because when you’ve got goals there are only side turns, no back turns

Then she took a dive because she loves diving into things

Because each flight is a good lesson

She learns that what was once a struggle becomes food for thought

So out of her new soulful encounters she was able to progress

You see finding herself has become her major accomplishment to date

Because it lead her to what truly matters

SHARON MUSGRAVE
Websites/Stores

http://www.sharonmusgrave.com/

http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/outflow/id401094345

http://smarturl.it/ShasArchivesCD

https://www.instagram.com/sharonmusgravemusic/

Read Poem: LET THIS DAY, by Katarina Jovcevska

Let this day passing by in wisdom and strength to someone be a friend be a hero and stand with a goal build your life step by step, day and night don’t lose yourself in lies be honest and fair and don’t pretend Let God fills your path with love and light.
Be a man and you will deserve everything you can be a crowned king let your belief have wings and see, realize what for is your sacrifice does it worth be all of this make a step in new century because you know what you want you feel the pain of the people in the middle ease with a smile only for a while accept no defeat and take deep breath, don’t sleep lead, teach and be the best go on, searching for from the east to the west write down your own history with a dream for victory and mark the time for the first time because you are that special kind with a brilliant mind.

Katarina Jovcevska
Kumanovo,R.Of North Macedonia
Some of her work you can see on:youtube:Katarina Jovcevska”Nobody Like you”,”Inspiring song to change your life” and “Factory of dreams”;facebook;soundcloud”Secret desire and I’m on fire”-Katarina Jovcevska;bandlab,www.macedonia.co.uk