Sitting here with my racing heart, no one can hear the thoughts in my mind. Feeling confused and far away, I was crazy.
Genre: HOPE
TAKE OVER ME by CARLY ROSE
Sitting here with my racing heart, no one can hear the thoughts in my mind. Feeling confused and far away, I was crazy. Always feeling scared and neglected, ripped of my courage I stand rejected. All that is left is my empty heart and all these thoughts torn apart. I feel like searching for who I am is the way to go. I don’t know where my soul will lead me so. Somewhere out there is the place for me, I just have to try and be free. I can’t be scared I need to believe, before these thoughts take over me.
For as I lay in your embrace,
My breath be shallow..heart doth race,
The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum ,
Fight for country…defeat the Hun,
So protected in your cocoon,
Daybreak looming behind the moon,
Sleep it cowers and it creeps,
Genre: Rhyme, War, Society
1918…Sanctuary by Terry Hopper
For as I lay in your embrace, My breath be shallow..heart doth race, The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum , Fight for country…defeat the Hun, So protected in your cocoon, Daybreak looming behind the moon, Sleep it cowers and it creeps, Tears of mine ..i gently weep, Not tonight …well not for me, Safe and sound for that I be, The dark …its cold …a killers friend , The night flame flickers ..bows and bends, The shadows dance to a pipers tune, As we did …that day in June, The day I marched..with head held high, For king and country ..live or die, Young men together … comrades in fear, Maidens calling hip hip three cheers, The front …the gas ..ahead barbwire, The stink ..the stench of gods hell fire, Bully beef …and rationed stew, .Last letters home from me to you, Dearest sweetheart …love of my life, Dearest mother …precious wife, Signing off with yours devoted, All my love and sugar coated, Kisses sent ….a thousand score, Each one delivered when at your door, Just let me live please god I pray, To see my love ..just one more day, So here we lay …safe and sound, Hearts entwined …emotions bound , And as the eve does turn to light , My candle salutes…. its last goodnight.
The Poetry Festival is proud to announce its 2015 Poetry Winner.
They will now have their poem made into a film.
Paris – The Atrocity 13th November 2015 by Jane Gill Wilson
The Poetry Festival is proud to announce its 2015 Poetry Winner.
They will now have their poem made into a film.
Paris – The Atrocity 13th November 2015 by Jane Gill-Wilson
Gunfire out of nowhere
Bullets ricochet,
Blood shed in the city
On another Parisian day.
Eyes closed in anguish
As the shocking events unfold,
There is no rhyme or reason
As evil takes control.
Armed with Kalashnikov’s
On their killing spree,
Intent on ending life
As victims start to flee.
Mayhem in the city
Bodies on the ground,
Echoing explosion
Causing carnage all around.
The unfolding horror
An onslaught of war,
Is a crime against humanity
One the world abhors.
A nation now in mourning
Struggles to comprehend,
How lives were extinguished
Brought callously to an end.
Holding hands together
United we must stand,
To eradicate the evil
Infiltrating our land.
Drastic measures needed
As time is running out,
The future of our children
Should not be left in doubt.
One,
Each passing day I welcome thoughts of her into my mind.
Thoughts I can only hold on to in times of despair.
Two,
I could swear I see rainbows under my pillow each night.
But whenever I trace it to the end, I see no pot of gold.
One of these days, I might recruit a search party.
Genre : LIFE
MY LIFE HAS 9 ROOMS by Dheric Da Poet
One,
Each passing day I welcome thoughts of her into my mind.
Thoughts I can only hold on to in times of despair.
Two,
I could swear I see rainbows under my pillow each night.
But whenever I trace it to the end, I see no pot of gold.
One of these days, I might recruit a search party.
Three,
I eat, sleep, and wake.
That’s the daily routine.
Anything else comes in second place.
I hope the same won’t happen on my wedding night.
Four,
If I ever get married, I won’t say no to anime.
If I have children, I’ll make sure I pass the tradition on.
For what’s life without comic books and cartoon network?
Five,
To the boys who will one day date my daughter,
I started perfecting head shots the day she was born.
I bought a large size plastic bag the day she started school
And I’ve got a silent gun too.
Six,
To the girls who will one day want to date my daughter,
Let’s just hope I have only one bullet left when meet.
Seven,
I’m scared of heights,
So I never raise my hand in class.
I fear the eagles of failure will pull off my hand of hope.
That’s why I keep it hidden.
Eight,
I keep consoling myself, saying
“My time will come”.
What I didn’t realize was the clock of life was actually waiting for me to insert the battery.
Nine,
I call my failures Adwoa
And my successes Abena,
My hopes bear the name Akua
Ten,
I try very hard to keep myself under the carpet cos I don’t want to be noticed.
Sing Anew, O Freedom
by Jonathan Baltzly
O, hark! Let Freedom sing
Of times anew, times to be
Of days forgotten, days lost
O, see her embark, taking wing
Flying upon all that lives
“Joy!” She exclaims!
Dark clouds near, now disappear
Light shines in heaven
Let the earth be illuminated!
Freedom and Justice, her friend
Liberty her companion
And more gather in the skies
To sing a new, yet familiar tune.
She is not satisfied,
For Mankind has abandoned Truth,
Her closest confidant.
O, hark! She sheds tears as diamonds.
Joy continues to be silent to her cry
Happiness left the land long ago,
But has promised to return.
“O, Love! You abound in hearts and minds
Perhaps Hope will heal Mankind.”
She sighs again, with Liberty at her side
Patience shows her face;
She is followed by Grace,
And finally Strength,
The legend that trampled Evil to its grave.
Strength lifted up her voice
“O, hark! Today is the day!
Let us join once more
We may face War,
We will serve with Honor,
We will uphold Peace,
And Joy will follow in our wake.”
Freedom stood, looking to the North
“Verily, Strength has proclaimed
And lamented words heard before,
From the voice of Truth itself.”
Thus was the resurrection of Truth,
And it came forth
From the heights and depths
To reclaim its rightful place.
Every breath I ever take those moments my hands
tremble and shake. I can’t control it, want to lose it all, then
reminded of my faith. The Lord steers the way.
I will never control my inner self, it just
doesn’t work that way. Anxiety, what’s it all about anyway?
Genre: Mental Health, Anxiety, Depression, People
Anxiety by Shellie Palmer
Every breath I ever take those moments my hands
tremble and shake. I can’t control it, want to lose it all, then
reminded of my faith. The Lord steers the way.
I will never control my inner self, it just
doesn’t work that way. Anxiety, what’s it all about anyway? It’s a
normal kind of life. I have my happy place and along the way there
is grace. I get the poor pitiful you, nope!, not with me I’m better
off independently free. Anxiety won’t ever take hold of me. I’m gonna
have those day with a cloud over my head. I push it far far away the
light is just up ahead. Anxiety, don’t let it be. It’s nothing more than
uncontrolled feelings. In my heart I see nothing less the Lord gave
me a voice to be there. Together we’ll stand strong, we will just be.
We know what it’s like to have anxiety.
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Tuesday, Jan. 26,2016
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