GROWTH IN BREXIT, Poetry by David Steven Twist

 Genre: Political

The Twist meme for cultural breakdowns or how to build a cultural map

Auto culture your unique cultural fingerprint

Micro responsive sensitive a small cohort with a scheme

Meso standard calendering time culture connecting the micro and macro culture

Macro interaction with the business environment a dominant scheme

Meta active mechanics in the way it is done

Peta aware Spirit the reward code dependent on spiritual climate

How do you make a game?

First off come up with some basic rules.

Kiss Cuddle
Shock Push

This is the Twist meme on corporate parenting this set can best be described as

Token Buy in
Dissonance Change drive

Four quadrants each with four functions The Reward Code is dependent on the spirit climate

Q1 f2 f1 Q2
f3 f4 f3 f4
f1 f2 f1 f2
Q3 f4 f3 Q4

Consider this a reward code is a brand flavor your spirit. However the climate changes how rewards are perceived and misjudging the climate means ultimately that your reward will be viewed in that context (Ed. Ice Lolly’s in a blizzard)

 

 

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CONFIDING, Poetry by Isabella Destrades

 Genres: Life, Reflection, Dreams, Introspection, Pain, Living, Contemplation.

 She laid down​
on the carpet in the ​
living room because​
she wanted to understand…​

It wasn’t that she didn’t ​
know what was happening​
or why she was feeling this way​
but she wanted to seek answers​
and consult the ceiling​
and the lightbulb ​
and the crack at the far​
left corner​
that had been there​
for as long as she could remember…​

There was so much she needed to know…​

But she laid there for too long​
and the ceiling grew too thin​
and she could see the stars peeking through​

As all of outside tried to come in​
and the ceiling faded into dust that consumed ​
her body as it lay against the fibers of the carpet​

She closed her eyes and started to whisper out​
towards whatever could hear her, or​
whoever happened to be listening to her at that time​

And images flooded her mind​
and took control​
of her body ​
and her will​
and her sense of self​

Images of knives being stabbed through her back​
as people laughed at her spasms and shrieks​
while others looked at her as if she were a specimen ​
under the glass of a microscope​

ConfidingIsabella Destrades

She cried for help, but no one could hear her​

There were images of hands touching hands​
under the lust of the moon’s glow​
surrounded by damp soil and wildflowers​
that thrived upon the hearts of young lovers​

And she could somehow, make out the image of​
a school bus arriving, veiled in fog ​
and wet leaves​
and mud​
ready to take her to the schoolyard​
where all her worries and disappointments​
became her breaking point​
and the people she saw there​
were just tamed circus mice​
following a path she did not choose to go​

But she said to herself ​
“I have no choice,”​
and continued on with her day…​

Suddenly, her eyes open up​
as a microwave beeps and a child’s​
voice is heard shouting on the ​
television screen ​

And she realizes that the dust from the ceiling​
did not cover her body​

And the stars were nowhere to be seen​
(which disappoints her a bit)​

She stands up and looks at the clock​
and decides she should go to bed,​
for the lights shine back at her 1:26 a.m. ​
and that is the sensible thing to do​

She heads to her room​

ConfidingIsabella Destrades
to take off her clothes​
and sleeps soundly​
hoping tomorrow ​
will be a better day…​

No one really understood her​

How her mind worked ​
and who she really was inside​
but everyone knew she had dreams​
and that was enough for them ​
to feel afraid…

 

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Ordinary Time, Poetry by Robert Drusetta

 Genre: Life
 

 Home
Must have this cursed alarm
Involuntarily extraction from my subconscious world
Apologetic self treatment
Face the day
Absent minded am ablutions
Natural aversion from duty
Contemplate spending choices
High noon purposeful respite
Saviour spending choices
Unnatural aversion to duty
Absent minded pm ablutions
Drop the day
Unapologetic self-healing
Voluntarily insertion to my conscious world
Don’t need this blessed alarm
Home

 

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THE DEFENCE OF THE DARK, Poetry by Helen Spisak

 Genre: Dark

Darkness has a very independent existence
Needing no reassurance of being
And no alliance of thought

Darkness holds burdens and secrets together
The extraordinary to the mundane
Where regrets are buried forever

Darkness tolerates the dreamy, watery moonlight
Hibernates from the extrovert sun
And clarifies all sound to a pindrop

Darkness loves to party with nocturnal friends
Hide all flaws and make amends
Sends restorative sleep and plays ‘nightmare roulette’

Darkness has pity for poor twilight
Loathes torches, fires and electric
Teases us from the edge of flickering candlelight

Darkness loves to shadow puppet on a moonlit wall
Lurk in cupboards, corridors and corners
And loves to make you tumble and fall

Darkness lives or hides in us all
You don’t have to light every corner of your soul

Written by Helen Spisak

 

 

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Children Of Adam, Poetry by Huseyin Abudharr Ali

 Genre: Political

Were there noone left in the world with a conscience,
And the idea of human rights was seen as old fashioned nonsense,
Were the media to call my peaceful means acts of terror,
And I was alone in this world on my endeaver,
Were people to spit at me in the streets,
And never listen to a word I say whenever I’d speak,
Were they to try make me turn my back I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

Even if they were to hang me in Trafalgar Square,
And I struggled to stay conscious out of fear,
Even when trying to find hope seems hopeless,
And I they drugged me up so much I couldn’t even focus,
Even if they gave me a choice between London Dungeon,
Or the stolen wealth of the tower of London,
Were they to try give me amnesia I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

If I ever lived when kindness was seen as a weakness,
And I was the only one left who believed this,
If my cause was seen as a type of mental illness,
And I became a pariah in my community because I feel this,
If my body was so exhausted I could barely move,
And the only options put in front of me was quit or loose,
Then they offered to put the sun in right hand and the moon in my left,
Still they are the children of Adam how can I forget the oppressed,

 

 

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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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Part 2 – Read the best of DARK Poetry

CLICK the link and read the best of DARK Poetry from the last 18 months from around the world. Enjoy. 

HOW TO KILL YOURSELF, by Emma Miles
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/how-to-kill-yourself-poetry-by-emma-miles/

TEARS OF REMORSE, by Debbie Lyn Jones
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/tears-of-remorse-poetry-by-debbie-lyn-jones/

ORCHARDS SEED AND THE FALLING OF STARS, by Liianvarus
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/orchards-seed-and-the-falling-of-stars-by-liianvarus/

SOCIAL MEDIA, by Dasha Jennings
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/05/social-media-poetry-by-dasha-jennings/

GUILTY FEAST, by Anthony S.
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/05/guilty-feast-poetry-by-anthony-s/

AWAKENING, by Chelle Y. Stuart
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/05/awakening-poetry-by-chelle-y-stuart/

MASKS OF MELANCHOLY, by Ruth Bowley
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/10/02/masks-of-melancholy-poetry-by-ruth-bowley/

ONE LAST DAY, by Barbara Hunt
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/one-last-day-poetry-by-barbara-hunt/

QUESTIONS, by Sophie Cabaret
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/questions-poetry-by-anne-sophie-cabaret/

MY DEMONS, by Nadia Caballero
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/my-demons-poetry-by-nadia-caballero/

YESTERDAY TODAY TOMORROW, by Eve noel
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/yesterday-today-tomorrow-poetry-by-eve-noel/

EMERALD HEART, by Barbara Hunt
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/07/23/emerald-heart-poetry-by-barbara-hunt/

THE DARKEST HOUR, by Aline Gardine
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/07/04/the-darkest-hour-poetry-by-aline-gardine/

VNTITLXED, by Xzaviar Allen
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/08/vntitlxd-poetry-by-xzaviar-allen/

MASOCHISTS, by Kyle Jones
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/26/masochists-by-poetry-by-kyle-jones/

WORDS, by Josslyn Rae Turner
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/25/39-words-poetry-by-josslyn-rae-turner/

AINOSNINSOMNIA, by Obi Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/ainmosninsomnia-poetry-by-obi-martin/

MISERYS DISPENSARY, by Nick Meridionale
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/miserys-dispensary-poem-by-nick-meridionale/

THE PEAR, by Patrick D. Peay
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/the-pear-poetry-by-patrick-d-peay/

THOUGHT NAZIS, by Benzuko
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/22/thought-nazis-poetry-by-benzuko/

BAND THE CORPS OF FIVE DISNEY PRINCESS, by Drew Price
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/19/%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8Bmichael-myers-%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8Band-the-corps-of-five-disney-princess-poetry-by-drew-price/

THERE IS ME AND THEN THERE IS YOU, by Kristen Corbisiero
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/there-is-me-and-than-there-is-you-poetry-by-kristen-corbisiero/

I’M SORRY, by Jaco Potgieter
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/02/im-sorry-poetry-by-jaco-potgieter/

DISAPPEARED, by Ravjit Singh
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/09/disappeared-poetry-by-ravjit-singh/

INFATUATION, by Anna Sue Benson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/09/infatuation-poetry-by-anna-sue-benson/

SPOOKY, by Billy Jnohope
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/02/spooky-poetry-by-billy-jnohope/
A BROKEN WOMAN, by Eshema Momoh
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/28/a-broken-woman-poetry-by-eshema-momoh/

PANDEMONIUM, by Vanessa Anthony
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/%e2%80%8epandemonium-poetry-by-vanessa-anthony/
BLOODSHOT EYES AND TEARSTAINED CHEEKS, by Anna Lee
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/16/bloodshot-eyes-and-tearstained-cheeks-poetry-by-amber-lee/

RAPSCALLION, by Shelby Schimcek
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/09/rapscallion-poetry-by-shelby-schimcek/

2016 Poetry Winner

A trace of dreams, by Dora Marii is the 2016 POETRY contest winner. This poem will now be made into a movie. 

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A trace of dreams
© Jan. 9th, 2017 Dora Marii

Let’s see… what did twenty-sixteen
Have in store for me?
This plane of existence caught your attention
There’s massive need for intervention

Dreams keep coming want to get real,
In the sleepless nights, that’s how they feel
January stirred the fantasy so bad
Got you twistin’ turning in your bed

“Joy of my Soul! I feel such consolation
In you – by You!” Soulmate’s incantation
Woke you up, you’ve felt the Love
He’s been offering from above.

“Let’s do something, let’s meet”,
You’ve heard the Calling so sweet,
“I love you” was the shy rebound,
Putting light around like a gown.

What shall I do? Seeking for guidance
See him worried about the encounter,
“I’d better stop, I’ve been drinking!”
“Look after yourself”- you’ve been thinking.

Until you made your mind an Obeyer
Of the higher Soul mind’s, a prayer,
All thoughts vanished in a vroom
And so peaceful was your morning room!

“They always bite the hand that feeds them”, Poetry by Sofia Kioroglou

 Genre: Religion, Philosophical

 Always be a giver

cast your bread upon the waters

Don’t expect anything back

It is not just the 613 mitzvot we are talking about

It is just a matter of kindness

You know what they say:

They always bite the hand that feeds them

 

 

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How to Kill Yourself, Poetry by Emma Miles

 Genres- Depression, suicide, dark, angry, painful, personality, death, hope, life, relationships.

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 Stop looking at yourself in the mirror
Your reflection will make you narcissus
Ignore the dark circles
The rough patches
The discoloration
You already know about all of these things.
Don’t think about how you are alive
Have been alive
And will be alive
For a long time to come.
Stop listening when people give you compliments
Smile
Look down
And giggle
Make it seem like you’re blushing
You don’t really feel anything anymore.
Forget the first house you lived in
Let these things wash from your memory
Talk about them
Tell everyone everything about yourself
Once they have it it’s not yours any more
It’s not your burden.
Let people compliment your eyes
Even though they remind you of your father
And every time someone tells you
That you have beautiful eyes
That they could get lost in them
That they remind them of moss
And soft forest floors
Allow yourself to imagine birds
Plucking out your eyes
But never tell anyone what he has done.
Drink
Drink as much and as often as you can
Never seek out the situations
Allow them to arise organically
But take full advantage of them.
Ignore what your body is doing
Pay no attention to the ache in your left kidney
Move past the sharp jolt in your liver
Warning signs are everywhere
But you have to keep running past them.
Get hit a lot
Sit on your bruises
Bite down your pain.
Be loud
Be as loud
As obnoxious
As annoying as you want
Then listen when people say things that you already know
And then cry
And then blame them for making you do things
Things like dumping out their shampoo
Ruining the lock on their door
Carving things into their faux-wood flooring
Never flushing the toilet
It’s not your fault.
Bang your fists against your temples
Like you saw someone do on an episode of SVU
When you were 11 and suicidal
Feel your own rage put back inside your body
Hate yourself
Hate your stretchmarks
Hate the fact that you can’t bring yourself
To do anything other than hit your body
Over
And over.
Kiss people
Stick your tongue down their throats
Even though it makes you nauseous
Feel yourself becoming friends with them
Understand the bond that you have
Never allow it to become anything more
Set up boundaries
Make yourself sick
Make them happy
In the end your own lament makes you overjoyed.
Remember the time you swallowed a handful of pills
And you lie to people and say they were prescription
But they were motrin
But there were a lot
You counted them all out
You got into the shower
You filled your mouth with them
You swallowed
You waited
You threw up
You can’t die.
Not yet.
You have to suffer through a little bit more
And then you can go away for good.
I can’t offer a quick fix
I’m all about the long game
The soft and slow torture
Making yourself a bit more miserable than you already are.
Do these things every day
At least once a day
And you’ll eventually fade into nothing.
And that’s the sweet part.

 

 

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