Poetry Reading: ON THE WATER by Tammi Croteau

Poetry performed by Amaka Umeh

POETRY 7 questions:

What is the theme of your poem?

The theme is growing up and letting go – a father’s desire for his son to become a strong man (even when he’s not quite willing to let go of his little boy yet). There’s also a hint of co-parenting between mother ocean and the father on the shore, building trust as the little boy sails off on his own to become the man they’ve raised him to be.

What motivated you to write this poem?

A former soldier had contacted me to thank me for believing in him when I was his commander. He’d had a rough time and made a lot of mistakes, but his son was his reason for turning his life around and I was very proud of him for that.

How long have you been writing poetry?

Since I was in high school (though I was much cheesier way back then!)

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

Jimmy Buffett – he’s my calypso poet role model in songwriting.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I think in movie scenes. Poetry helps to bring words and images to life in the minds of the readers, so a professional reading would add a whole new dimension.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I’ve self-published two collections of poems and short stories as well as a children’s book and song lyrics. I’ve also completed one full-length feature script.

What is your passion in life?

Connections – learning how people, places, things, and events are intertwined.

Poetry Reading: FIVE by Tammi Croteau

Poetry performed by Amaka Umeh

POETRY 7 questions:

What is the theme of your poem?

The theme is growing up and letting go – a father’s desire for his son to become a strong man (even when he’s not quite willing to let go of his little boy yet). There’s also a hint of co-parenting between mother ocean and the father on the shore, building trust as the little boy sails off on his own to become the man they’ve raised him to be.

What motivated you to write this poem?

A former soldier had contacted me to thank me for believing in him when I was his commander. He’d had a rough time and made a lot of mistakes, but his son was his reason for turning his life around and I was very proud of him for that.

How long have you been writing poetry?

Since I was in high school (though I was much cheesier way back then!)

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

Jimmy Buffett – he’s my calypso poet role model in songwriting.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I think in movie scenes. Poetry helps to bring words and images to life in the minds of the readers, so a professional reading would add a whole new dimension.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I’ve self-published two collections of poems and short stories as well as a children’s book and song lyrics. I’ve also completed one full-length feature script.

What is your passion in life?

Connections – learning how people, places, things, and events are intertwined.

Poetry Reading: Plica, by Ewan Lawrie

Performed by Amaka Umeh

POETRY 7 questions:

What is the theme of your poem?

The theme of the poem is fear of the unknown other and how fairy tales and folklore attempt make sense of all the inexplicable things like war and disease.

What motivated you to write this poem?

The state of Europe now.

How long have you been writing poetry?

About 10 years

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

Not a poet, but Frank Zappa.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

About 10 years ago I published a poem (Parallel Heaven) on ABCTales which was part of a short lived project called ABCRadio. A professional actor read the poem and I’ve often wished the recording still existed.
https://www.abctales.com/story/ewan/parallel-heaven

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I have a novel which was published 3 months ago by Unbound, available in Bookshops and on Amazon and other websites.
http://tinyurl.com/gibboushousehere

What is your passion in life?

I hate the great and small injustices of life, from playground bullying to the “othering” of immigrants.

Poetry Reading: THE ALMOST HOLY QUATERNITY by Gloria D Gonsalves

Performed by Amaka Umeh

POETRY 7 questions:

What is the theme of your poem?

Family, Memories

What motivated you to write this poem?

This poem was written in 2016 during NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. Your call for a family poem fitted the piece and hence my submission.

How long have you been writing poetry?

About 10 years and I’m still learning every day.

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

Maya Angelou and Shaaban bin Robert.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I dislike public performance. So your platform is perfect for me to co-share the skill of writing and performing with someone else.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I have published books on fantasy/adventure/educational tales with moral lessons. In the published portfolio is also a novella and anthology of thoughts. For anyone interested to know more, I am giving free books to visitors on my website.

What is your passion in life?

Reading, writing and discovering new places.

Poem: Diaper Bag, by Kimmy Alan

Genre: Life, Family

Diaper malfunction 
Unexpected burp-up 
Your dress shirt becomes 
An emergency handkerchief 
 
Face it bud! 
You’re a milk sponge 
A human highchair tray 
An absorbent nap mattress 
 
How many more reasons are required before you realize diaper bag essentials include an extra shirt? 
 
Inspired by the all too common event. 
 
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Poem: Loved Dark and Wasn’t Sad, by Tanvi Sareen

Genre: Abstract, Love

I live in the darkest apartment of the city under the bridge.
This is not a love poem. It does not have hidden meanings.
It has a story of the happiest man I know.
I am certain that I love the color black.
But I do not wear any. I wear brown instead.
I like darkness not on me but outside
To assure that it isn’t curbed anywhere inside.
I cheat myself when I add milk to coffee and
When I shave my head and
When I do not ascertain my groceries at night.
You can touch me from anywhere
I guarantee you my existence
But not my location.
I do not carry maps. Only train passes.
I choose girls wearing black on themselves
To help me with addresses
And get ignored due to juxtapose dressing.
The story is colorless. Less interesting than rainbows.
I have many ‘Once upon a time’ in my head
The tales no one would love in dark.
I sleep till 2 in the morning.
My bag has black and white paints
Black to build and white for corrections.
This hiding place of mine has a bulb
Whose occasional presence is reminded
Only for reading dates on the cans.
I paint signboards for a living.
People provide me colors only then.

How selfish.
My friendships start on an endgame.
I have friends whom I have met only once.
And shall never meet again.
Storms are good until and unless the roof leaks
I find weeds beautiful too.
My family does not know I live almost homeless
All they know is that I am happy.

 

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Poem: JUST A PIECE, by Nittystan

Genre:  Life,

My love for poetry hasn’t been a smooth journey, with setbacks on the first mile ,heartbreaks down the bridge, breakups on the high bumps and makeups on the sight of the green light signaling a way forward , but i chose her and swore to never leave. So this time my new poet friend, Jane, wakes me up with a catchy text. “Hey handsome, today is his born day, and i have a lot on my mind can’t come up with something, kindly write me a sweet piece, one with love and affection, just direct it to me and i will edit it, exactly the one you’d write to your boo, I trust you.” So i start writing, that piece that made Lucy mushy, shed tears and say yes to me. Then i sent. While reminiscing on my creativity, it kept me thinking, my mother must have been a boxer, so much punch lines in it. Just then Lucy bumps in from the shop, and grabs my phone to see what’s making me smile. The timing was wrong, because Jane replies with the love emoji mimic saying “.i love you too”. She dropped everything and left, never said a word. Sent me a text message of how i was too dammed to seduce women with one piece. I tried to explain it to her but she said it no longer meant anything, that she was too stupid to have believed me. That it was, just a piece, a piece from a poet, and so we were done. Few weeks later, we would still hangout though, do some catch up, eat some kebab, chicken and fries, just the way she liked it, played some games, hide and seek, peek a boo, go for movies, bicycle rides, play in the rain, and hang out for dinner just like before, just that it was different, we were friends. I knew she missed us, I mean, I did, but she dint trust me. So this time she comes home for dinner. Finds my poetry book and decides to peruse as I prepare something for the stomach. She finds her way to my new piece “silent confession” of how i missed us, how she got it all wrong. How i longed to kiss her during those movie sessions just like before, .how i wished she took time to understand everything, how i wished she realized it and come back, how i still loved her so much and would still take her back, how she meant the whole world to me, how she was still the cutest thing I had ever seen, how i wished she could read it. So she comes straight to me in the kitchen, gives me a deep kiss and says of how she is sorry, that she now understands perfectly what transpired and that she loved me too, that I was still the cutest thing she had ever seen and wanted us back together, that she had read it. I smiled back, gave her a deep kiss and whispered to her right ear, “I wish it was true, but it is, just a piece, a piece from a poet”.@Nittystanpoet

 

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Poem: The Cycle, by Cheron Turnley

Genre: Philosophical/Life, Rhyme

 I came. I saw.

I laughed.

I cried.

I lived. I died.

I pondered the why’s.

Then I had an inkling. Cycle reprised.

 

 

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Poem: Loving with an Arrhythmia, by J. NACALABAN

Genre: Love, Romance, Relationship

 I have mastered the act of looking calm,
When my brain floods with dopamine,
And the sensors in my head transmit messages
To the other parts of my body, particularly my heart
To beat wildly and fast like an out of control drum
That it hurts so badly, but it will never show in my face.
I am the master of disguise,
That every time you’d look into my eyes, or touch my hand,
Or say my name – I’d look as neutral as I could.
Even though my chest screams in pain
Because, hey, this little acts of affection can make my heart beat faster,
So fast it forgets the rhythm that it should be beating in.
And somewhere inside my head, a loud sigh and an audible
“Here we go again,”
I can’t afford to be overjoyed and so I try not to think too much
On how beautiful you look when you laugh at that not-so-funny joke that I’ve
made,
Or how you tease me when I become childishly stubborn;
I can’t feel too excited, looking at you walk towards me
Because believe it or not, this dysfunctional heart can kill me.
But no matter how I try to suppress,
Fighting back with thoughts of dying,
That every time you lean your head on my shoulder,
Or look into my eyes, or touch my hand,
Or say my name – I’d risk skipping a beat,
If that’s what it takes for me to show how you make me happy.
If that’s what it takes for me to show how I love you.

 

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Poem: Romance, by Peter J. Frady

Genre: Rhyme, Romance

 
The Dance of Sensual Sensation.
Given to US to break daily Frustration…
A rushing of Hot Blood
As the Waters of a Flood…
Through our veins, until She
Intoxicates, Bending rational thought,
In Our Brain… All along feeling shame…
Sometimes causes Erotic Complications
To Our Worldly Self Declaration…
Is This Emotional Feeling Overrated..?
And to Our Lives make more Complicated?
Rocking, Rolling or Midnight Strolling,
Looking for another Dance,
With the Dizzy Thought of Sweet Romance…
Not the Hot Feeling in Your Pants…
Please.., Don’t hesitate for Your chance…
Taste the fruit as You Dance,
All brought to You by, Yes
Aaaaaahhhhhhh, Sweet
Romance….
 

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