Category: poem

Read Poetry: After the End, by Samantha K Collinson

 

 The chains around my body
break.
My eyes open, as I stir from
death.
Sparks ignite from my forming
flesh.
My bones begin to build my
skeletal frame.
I am becoming real once more.
I feel my lungs open up,
and my ribcage rise and fall;
as air fills my female form.
I feel my eyes twitch and my
nerves connect to my brain –
I can see.
I can feel Life’s flames all
around.
The sky is blazing with the
World’s inferno.
It is finally time.
My bones rub together, as I
pull myself up.
I see ruin all around.
I see nothing and everything –
purged from Mother Nature.
Everything is upside down,
as I climb up the stairway;
towards the light.
Pure sunlight, beckoning me
forward.
I feel electrifying…
Death-defying…
Alive.

I am.

 

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Read Poetry: Apex, by David Samuel Neuer

Oh sweet

Sullen Charybdis

Micturating whirpools of insanity

An intoxicating shark’s liver

To an inkling artist

Brush strokes upon the page

Bleeding blotches,

An Ovidian cocoon

Silken strokes of aesthetic shrubbery

Feeding off the fate

Of forlorn fawns

In a dreamy dervish

Only to wake in the hills

Covered in cherry blossoms

An umbilical silver chair

Above the meadows,

Do not enter

The Elvin keep

Lest you attend

The arabesque brier

An ageless beauty’s

Coital loins

Echoing ecstasy

An Ozymandian sarcophagus

A golden chrysalis

Between the folds

A meridian of Nietzschean madness

Echoing eternal recurrence

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Read Poetry: Feel with your heart, by Chasity McClellan

 
Feel with your hands and also with your hearts
See with your eyes, what’s revealed in the dark
Listen contently with your ears, which translate words
Feel within your souls and feelings will be heard
Feel with your hearts and other hearts you may touch
Feel with your conscience, for it means well and love you’ll receive much
Visualize with your growing imagination and the little things lack suspense
Listen to your heart and you’ll understand when things don’t make sense
Speak with your lips, take heed to your vocals unspoken
For thinking before speaking can leave bridges unbroken.
 

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Read Poetry: MASTER OF DISGUISE, by Pino Hova

 He never dresses to match his appearance
Always aggressive on the outside and calm within
Statue has it that dignity must be protected
And he falsely represented it with carnal thought
Oh! He’s so tough the people around whispered.
Little by little his actions became his character
But he is so scared of shadows that cause no harm
Little did he know that his action are govern by emotions
He set himself loose and totally forget who he was
His plan was to stop after being scared off.
His story changed after his untimely death
A write up reveals is plans and purpose
Sending a wrong massage into the neighborhood
What an ugly burial he caused for himself
Written on his grave “MASTER OF DISGUISE.

 

 

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Read Poetry: AT NIGHT I PRAY!!!!!!!, by FABIAN CHRISTOPHER

 No night
I sleep
with no fight.
First, with my eyelid
When mind demanding a closure.
Ma eyes still sighting
the curtains of the windows to my soul are on torture.
Tears fall slowly like blue jams.
Ears on my phones its slow jams.
Fears of getting lost here do comes.
Getting me lonelier than Akon.
My fouls bring darkness, the true light is gone.
Life becomes rightless, then left switches on.
Sin carry empty boxes, lure and illusion.
My white garment has gone dirty.
Selfishness is leading this party.
Trynna impress the world with its braggart.
I’m a lost soul in GREAT SPIRIT’s sight.
Heading back home if I only get lucky.
I won’t place it all, for sure I’m done blest.
LORD lead my soul, to Thy right path.
My prayer is no more, cuzThy know the right forth.
Let your angels rain me, blessings from up above.
Put some guidance on me, Thee protect me also preserve.
Alotta things trynna betwixt, my life and purpose I serve.
They all gettin it twist, help me out this Math I solve.
Down here hold my wrist.
Thy wisdom make me bright.
Thy words provide delight.
I dwell in Thy understanding
cuz Thy know when I’m wrong and once I’m right.
IN YOUR HOLY NAME
I PRAY
AMEN……..

 

 

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Read Poetry: Bloodstream, by Chrystal Jumonville

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 Feels like I am drowning in black and white, when I choose to live in radiant color.
My whole life I watched those with erasers; masking utensils follow behind.
“Why would you want to fade these beautiful hues?” I would ask.
“Because it discolors our scenery.” They would say.
And follow you will, continue to stand behind; here, my love reigns.
I prefer a colorful horizon, multitudes of beauty and breathing endless color spectrum.
Science can have their primary Yellow, Red, and Blue.
Our sun radiates yellow, our sky covers us in blue, and our hearts beat red.
Those with erasers in hope of new beginnings will not wash away my love.
Nor, mask your angry of ink to deface my crimson heart.
Cast out your erasers and agendas and open your eyes.
Dive into the life that has been painted before you; if you love today, may you love even more tomorrow.
I feel like I am drowning in black and white when I am breathing colorless air.

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Watch the July 2017 Poetry Readings

Performed by Val Cole

Poetry Reading: ME, by Jim Durkey

Poetry Reading: Time Passing So Quickly, by Kayla Krilove

Poetry Reading: Journey of the Butterfly by Denise Stephani

Poetry Reading: eVu TPS, by Lawrence Klein

Poetry Reading: Dreams… by Buffy Sammons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry: Gravy Train Drip by Don Beukes

Genre: Political

 
Implosion confusion citizens losin decay disruption fake faction no illusion anarchaic mismanagement they don’t dare say it but we know it misfed masses chew on promised molasses the need for upliftment infectious their leader his ravenous hounds their nemesis how to sweet talk this deepening the apocalyptic political gravy couldron abyss who to dismiss let’s fight this corrupt cancerous spasms deepen our country’s evolutionary chasm creating an ever widening crevasse how to deal with this the people first clench your fists in realisation the leaders plotting perfecting our damnation our rainbow nation infected false oracles elected wake from your sedated slumber or eternally regret it racial dischord still playing a dangerous note remove your visionary peel gather to once again cause our nation to heal allow the next generations to soar weed out the political flaw or would you welcome a future accusatory war? Time has long since passed for robotic political cultural obedience it’s time to remove ravenous festering fiends stop moaning and amass once again to remove a system failing let’s cause a final incision now is the time to imprint your desperate decision extract the political vermin infecting you with a gold dust slime filled old revised simmering sermon do not neglect our human intellect rise my people rise once again to fully exercise your right to change the current order squeeze out failing fodder tighten their rotten collar rise my people rise halt their obvious demise your actions might root out unscrupulous political factions ensure you do not become miscalculated human fractions once again unite and if you must even usurp to stop the ongoing rotten gravy train drip rise my people rise the time is now any means any how liberate once again a nation still on the mend…

© Don Beukes

Author of ‘ The Salamander Chronicles,’
 

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Poetry: Silent A by Nicole Long

Genre: Motivational, Society, Inspirational
 
They call me Silent A—
Who am I? They ask and don’t ask
Slithering into a discussion about
School, politics, what happened on the news—
While everyone gazes for a reaction,
Do they look concerned? What are they thinking? Do they know?
But you can’t seem to get out of the dazed,
Confused state I put you in.

I come when you least expect it—
In the middle of a bar,
The music pumping, juices flowing
Through your body.
The heart starts pounding,
Panic sets in like a
Storm crossing the horizon.
You look around, making sure no one notices.

In the middle of the night—
3am as silence fills the air,
Coming off of sleep meds and
Mixture of Vodka Tonics and Merlot,
Anything to keep the mind
At an altered state of nowhere and beyond.
But I’m screaming at you,
The toxicity won’t keep me away.

I’m the one who kills—
Friendships, relationships, your purified mind
Keeping you away from what you love,
What you don’t love.
Standing in that darkened corner,
Waiting for that next high off of me.
They call me Silent A—
You can’t see me, they can’t see me, but I see you.

 

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Poetry: Otherness by Shirley Jones-Luke

 after Alex Dimitrov

We’re on the moon. Years ago, I knew I couldn’t
save anyone. Despite that news, I made sure that
I tried to save anyone thereafter. But it’s easier to say
it than to do it. The moon doesn’t love you. Without
anyone else, I am just a room devoid of life. It is almost
impossible to exist without deception. Do you love me?

I must tell you that I’ve failed at loving you. You wanted a
deep, passionate love from me, but I could not give it. I know
that people need to be loved. But right now, I see only hate. I hear
only hate. I feel hate growing in my heart. My country is confusing me.

Our money is not infinite like the oceans. But even oceans lose their currents. Water runs dry.
Banks fail. Our money is better off under a mattress. Besides, we don’t sleep in the same bed
anyone. We haven’t in years. I don’t miss the warmth of your body. It went cold when my heart
did.

We must refuse evil. We must not abandon our hearts. We must end the worst of life, the
debased, racists, religious terrorists and the elite. They exist because we allowed them to. They
exist without love. Their love is warped. But we aren’t pure either. There is still coal inside us
diamonds.

I wish this otherness would end. But there seems to be no ending. Our love struggles onward,
life support, breathing tube, ineffective medicines. Oceans are dying. The rich continue to get

richer. The poor labor with only love to sustain them. What will sustain us? Something beyond
this otherness.

 

BIO:  Shirley Jones-Luke is a poet and a writer from Boston, MA. Ms. Luke has an MFA from Emerson College. She was a 2016 Watering Hole Poetry Fellow. Her work was shortlisted in poetry by Adelaide Magazine.  Shirley’s poems have been published by Adelaide, BlazeVOX, Deluge, ENUF and Fire Poetry.

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