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The Earth Through the Eyes of the Moon, Poetry by Julie Hartley

O magnificent Majesty, cornucopia in dark space
Your quiet splendour today, evokes a feeling of peace
Cerulean beauty, you are, shrouded in milky haze
I am your humble follower, enigmatic but at ease

Genre: Inspirational

The Earth Through the Eyes of the Moon
by Julie Hartley

O magnificent Majesty, cornucopia in dark space
Your quiet splendour today, evokes a feeling of peace
Cerulean beauty, you are, shrouded in milky haze
I am your humble follower, enigmatic but at ease

We’ve traversed the way in sync, for many a year
Constantly evolving, we have come so very far
In all this great distance and all this passing time
We belonged together, following our parent star

I watched your many revolutions, turning myself too
Your conditions gently cooled, allowing life to grow,
Influencing your world, directing ebbs and flows
Leading thoughts skywards as the place to go

My bright pale aspect enlightened the dark night sky
Inspired beings upon you look towards my face
Our mutual attraction and long lasting solidarity
Culminated in lifeforms able to venture into space

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Paint Passion, Poetry by Michelle Toussaint

Paint her face,

A portrait of pleasure,

Brush lips,

Slowly against her,

Genre: Sensual Poetry

Paint Passion
by Michelle Toussaint

Paint her face,

A portrait of pleasure,

Brush lips,

Slowly against her,

Spreading colour across closed eyelids,

Each finger stroke,

Leaving impressions on the image of her,

Make her yours,

Infuse meaning with each tender passing,

Of flesh over flesh,

And something more intertwined,

Paint her,

A portrait of passion,

To endure all ages,

On the canvas of your mind.

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Debt Crisis, Poetry by Kasole Nyembo

On an island far away
Was the city of coconut bay.
Coconut was all that was produced,
All that the townspeople used.

Genre: Economics/Society

Debt Crisis
by Kasole Nyembo

Twitter: @rogueconomics

Web: www.rogueconomics.com

(As long as some make much more than they use, bad loans will be written and periodic debt crisis will occur)

On an island far away
Was the city of coconut bay.
Coconut was all that was produced,
All that the townspeople used.

They build with coconut bricks,
Drank coconut milk,
Wore coconut hats,
And played with coconut bats.

But nobody lent a hand,
For they each had their own land.

There lived a smart girl named Sue,
Who built a machine with coconut glue.
Others could only catch two nuts per day.
She caught twelve with time to play.

Sue produced more than she consumed
And put the rest in her storeroom.
Next to her small hut,
There soon were mountains of nuts.

She had so many to spare,
That it almost seemed unfair.
When a nut fell on her snout
Sue decided to lend them out.

If they vowed to give one back the next day,
Sue lent one out right away.
But when it was time to pay,
You could always hear them say:

“We produce too few,
To eat and pay you back too!”
But Sue to protect her snout,
Continued to lend nuts out.

Since she produced more than she consumed
And it was full in her storeroom

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North of Tombstone, 3 A.M, Poetry by Doug Stanfield

Shadows and silhouettes made by the waning moon
Slide past and disappear in the direction of California’a promise.
Off to the south somewhere over the sand and arroyos and cacti
Is Old Mexico. A few miles, no more.
A small town slips into view through the train window:
Safeway. Ace Hardware. A Benson Fuel station glares at a Shell station on the other corner.

Genre: Philosophy

North of Tombstone, 3 A.M by Doug Stanfield

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An old woman with a bonnet lifts a bag over the curb,
Joining our travels. Her husband watches that she
Gets on board, hands shoved in jeans pockets, then turns back to the pickup for the long
Drive home in the dark, another desert sunrise a few miles down the dusty road.

Rolling again, now. Eastward toward a corner of New Mexico, then El Paso and Texas.

The car rocks softly, the miles drift by, the engine far ahead
The horn blast at crossings barely heard and I feel myself drifting off to sleep again.

I wonder about the kind of man who would come here
In the early times, on horseback, or on foot
Across this dry emptiness that only wanted to suck the water from them?

Was it silver? Land? Water?
Or simply that those men had managed to run
All other choice away somehow,
And this dry place, full of ghosts and questions,
Was the last that would take them…
All human bonds snapped, rejected,
Starting over where no one could know your shame.

Indifferent it was to anything
But the water in them.

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In Our Hearts You Fill, Poetry by Lisa Reynolds

Rich tears in my eyes,
The reality has not set in,
All those family ties,
The death of my closest kin.
I want to imagine the coffin isn’t real,
Then this pain I won’t have to feel.
In time this pain apparently will heal.

Genre: Rhyme, Family, Relationship

In Our Hearts You Fill by Lisa Reynolds

Rich tears in my eyes,

The reality has not set in,

All those family ties,

The death of my closest kin.

I want to imagine the coffin isn’t real,

Then this pain I won’t have to feel.

In time this pain apparently will heal.

But Father you’ll never see so much,

Me marry or cohabitate,

Me become a parent,

Me try to achieve my dreams.

But I cherish what we had,

18 years of joy.

And I know somewhere

You can see all you can’t be there for.

I learned to be a better person from you,

I learned that to be good to people was to be true,

I still remember our family trip to Dublin Zoo

And I know together or apart our family is like glue.

My Mother, my sister and I mourn you still

As we continue on life’s running mill

And in our hearts you fill.

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Going the distance ~, Poetry, by Demarcus Parks

Going the distance ~, by Demarcus Parks

Genre: Relationship, Life, Humanity

Going the distance ~, by Demarcus Parks

This path , I traveled, With every breath that I have taken,
I walked , with every ounce of my strength , With the weight of those I loved on my shoulders ,
I have sacrificed for those who haven’t given , and gave , to those who have taken,
A breath of fresh air, as I am Going the distance.

In the face of Adversity , looking straight into the eyes of pain itself, I fold in defeat ,
unfold barely weak , To the light of a new day,
As my eyes shut , for a peaceful rest , I leave behind no regrets , We are we , and we are love ,
As he who was , will forever be , Going the distance.

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Watch the May 2016 Poetry Readings

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Wonder Woman – Poetry Reading by Angela Cohan

Disgrace – Poetry Reading by Jasmine Fredericks. Performed by Becky Shrimpton

My First Love Letter – Poetry by Madathil Rajendran Nair. Read by Dan Cristofori

Journey from Hell to Eden – Poetry by Colin Guest. Read by Dan Cristofori

Bullied, Poetry Reading by Angela Cohan. Performed by Dan Cristofori

Saying Goodbye to the Island, Poetry by Kim M. Russell

Genre: Society, Life

Saying Goodbye to the Island

The sea rises

Eating away the coast

Until the village

Becomes an island ghost

Deserted

Derelict

Dangerous

Haunted by gulls

And scavengers

A watery soundscape

Of bubbles and splashes

Rumbles and crashes

Accompanies the tidal creep

While the last traces of habitation

Await the final slip into the salty deep

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Michael, Poetry by Darlene Laboy

I like to watch
This one kid in class
His grandmother’s black
His grandfather’s white
And I love to see his skin.
His past.

Genre: Friendship. Biracial. Love.

Michael by Darlene Laboy

I like to watch
This one kid in class
His grandmother’s black
His grandfather’s white
And I love to see his skin.
His past.
Fighting for dominance
On the edges.
Like three hundred years
Was not enough.
Like billions of lives
And years of racism
Doesn’t affect
The universe of his skin follicles
I see the fight in his skin
Clearer than I see all the dark faces
Behind all the gray cells
I want to beg his pigmentation:
Don’t give up
We’ve won this war once.
I don’t think he knows
His importance.
I’m hoping this will find him.
He gives my sunembraced
skin
Hope.
His skinDancing
birds under the summer sun
Makes me feel
Accomplished
Milk chocolate
In bleached sugar
Never have I
Seen something so savory.
To have this constant war
Under your clothes
Constant explosions
Over your heart
Must be binding.
This war,
Centuries old,
And yet still being fought.
How do you feel
When you wake up to
Gun smoke
Under the brims
Of your eyes?
Have you ever noticed
All of the fallen soldiers
Dotted across your face?
I hope he remembers
The sweetness
Of the bleached sugar
Instead of holding on
To the bitterness
Of the milk chocolate
Your follicles no longer fight
To destroy
They fight
To fuse…
Your skin fights for this world,
Don’t let it down
By picking sides.

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Evils Deception, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love was all that could be seen as no one suspected the plot that was forming

Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew

Genre: Dark, Family, Evil, and Hurt

Evils Deception by Barbara Hunt

Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love as no one suspected the plot that was forming

Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew

Darkness soon surrounded all involved as they became engulfed slowly losing pieces of there soul in the warm silence

Her tendrils erupted as the air thinned and a deafening cry was heard as anger and realization reared there heads ready to end all plots

Betrayal stung as bile grew in there throats as there hatred almost as black as the tendrils consumed them freezing the warmth of there blood

No one knew what would happen so as they took a shallow breathe they looked into the face of evil and smiled ready for the fight to the death

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