Category: poet

Poetry #6 by Xzaviar Allen

Poetry performed by Julian Ford

Poetry #6 by Xzaviar Allen

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poetry collection?

The theme of my poems was sexual intercourse. A vulgar/inappropriate subject maybe, but the inspiration behind the pieces drove me to write in such a way.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I’m not sure how people will react to these particular poems; people usually like them, but it depends on who’s reading.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I wrote my first poem in the fifth grade. Ive been hooked ever since.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

My favorite poets are modern-age poets. J Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Jay Z, Kanye West, etc. Hip Hop is a form of poetry; I write my “poems” as though they were song lyrics.

5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I found out about WILDsound kind of randomly; I thought it couldn’t hurt to submit my work to somebody. Maybe they’ll like it!

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

I wrote a short story in college for a class project; I wouldn’t mind writing a script though. I guess it depends on what mood I’m in and what inspiration I have at the moment.

7) What is your passion in life?

My true passions in life are poetry and music; even so, I am skilled in other areas. I currently serve my country as a soldier in the United States Army.

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Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com

Editor: John Johnson

Casting: Sean Ballantyne

Poetry #3 by Xzaviar Allen

Poetry performed by Geoff Mays

Poetry #3 by Xzaviar Allen

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poetry collection?

The theme of my poems was sexual intercourse. A vulgar/inappropriate subject maybe, but the inspiration behind the pieces drove me to write in such a way.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I’m not sure how people will react to these particular poems; people usually like them, but it depends on who’s reading.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I wrote my first poem in the fifth grade. Ive been hooked ever since.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

My favorite poets are modern-age poets. J Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Jay Z, Kanye West, etc. Hip Hop is a form of poetry; I write my “poems” as though they were song lyrics.

5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I found out about WILDsound kind of randomly; I thought it couldn’t hurt to submit my work to somebody. Maybe they’ll like it!

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

I wrote a short story in college for a class project; I wouldn’t mind writing a script though. I guess it depends on what mood I’m in and what inspiration I have at the moment.

7) What is your passion in life?

My true passions in life are poetry and music; even so, I am skilled in other areas. I currently serve my country as a soldier in the United States Army.

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Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com

Editor: John Johnson

Casting: Sean Ballantyne

PART 6 – Read the best of SOCIETY Poetry

Submit to the SOCIETY Poetry Contest. Winner gets their poem made into a movie.

PART 6 – Read the best of SOCIETY Poetry

COFFEE,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/15/coffee-poetry-by-robert-drusetta/

I LIVE IN THE PRESENT,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/15/i-live-in-the-present-poetry-by-ehi-mary-okwechime/

A STRANGERS SMILE,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/08/a-strangers-smile-poetry-by-julie-ismert/

WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/08/when-the-bough-breaks-poetry-by-harper-james/

THE BRIGHT SPARKS IN MY FAMILY,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/08/the-bright-sparks-in-my-family-poetry-by-louisa-adjoa-parker/

HURT,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/02/hurt-poetry-by-ed-n/

CONSUMER,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/02/consumer-poetry-by-jeremy-duhart/

LETTER TO THE VILLAIN,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/22/letter-to-the-villain-poetry-by-ugo-okeke/

SICK PERFECTION,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/22/sick-perfection-poetry-by-jocelyn-jones/

BONDAGE,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/19/bondage-poetry-by-christiane-prevost/

THE PERKY NIGHT, by Kelly Rice
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/16/the-perky-night-poetry-by-kelly-rice/

NEEDED SPACE, by Lorraine Ferns
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/16/needed-space-poetry-by-lorraine-ferns/

MY HANICAP, by Buffy Sammons
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/16/my-handicap-beach-poetry-by-buffy-sammons/

ALL FOR THEIR GOD, by Donald Miller
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/15/all-for-their-god-poetry-by-donald-miller/

WHERE’D THEY HIDE THE COWBOY, by Gayle Upshaw
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/12/whered-they-hide-the-cowboy-by-gayle-upshaw/

FINE, RAIN, STORM, HEAT, COLD, by Yamamoto Tatsuo
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/11/finerainstormheatcold-poetry-by-yamamoto-tatsuo/

LISTEN OUT,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/11/listen-out-poetry-by-sian-williams/

SEEDS OF HOPE, by Kimberly Floria
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/11/seeds-of-hope-poetry-by-kimberly-floria/

CLAMOUR WE ALL,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/07/clamour-we-all-poetry-by-victor-o-sawyerr/

MY FATHER A WHISKEY,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/07/my-father-a-whiskey-poetry-by-shiela-baysa/

THE GREENING,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/the-greening-poetry-by-katherine-hauswirth/

NOTHING CHANGED,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/nothing-changed-me-poetry-by-miriam-beza/

ONE STEP,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/one-step-poetry-by-morca/

SEEN BY WINDOWS, by Njabulo Dlamini
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/seen-by-windows-poetry-by-njabulo-dlamini/

LONELY TOGETHERNESS,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/lonely-togetherness-poetry-by-kaveeta-m-abicchandani/

THE ROOM,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/the-room-poetry-by-morca/

FREEWAY TO SPACE, by Kathy Anderson
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/freeway-to-space-poetry-by-kathy-anderson/

CONUNDRUM,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/conundrum-poetry-by-devdas-kakati/

WORDS,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/28/words-poetry-by-lawrence-klein/

MY LIFE IN ORBIT, by Ken W. Simpson
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/28/my-life-in-orbit-poetry-by-ken-w-simpson/

HOW THE HAT, by Stephen Karnaghan
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/28/how-the-hat-poetry-by-stephen-karnaghan/

THE WRITERS POND,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/the-writers-pond-poetry-by-florence-onyango/

STRAIGHT WHAT,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/straight-what-poetry-by-rebecca-e-blanton/

THE TRUTH, by Prateeque Ojha
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-truth-poetry-by-prateeque-ojha/

HOW DID I COME TO THIS, by Catherine Adams Webb
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/how-did-i-come-to-this-poetry-by-catherine-adams-webb/

THE SOLIDER,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-soldier-poetry-by-natashja-singleton/

WHITE PROPAGANDA, by SM Cadman
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/white-propaganda-poetry-by-sm-cadman/

LOVE THIS LIFE, by Buffy Sammons
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/love-this-life-poetry-by-buffy-sammons/

WHY TERRORISM, by Husaina Shabbir
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/why-terrorism-poetry-by-husaina-shabbir/

THE VISIT,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/the-visit-by-stacy-ann-duhaney/

DIAMONDS OF NEPAL,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/diamonds-of-nepal-poetry-by-robyn-campbell-2/

HAVING MY CAKE AND EATING IT TOO, by Gun Roswell
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/20/having-my-cake-and-eating-it-too-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

THE TRUTH, by Prateeque Ojha
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/the-truth-poetry-by-prateeque-ojha/

FLIGHT OF FREEDOM,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/flight-of-freedom-poetry-by-scott-davis/

Best Night, Poetry by Roderick Dupree

Genre: Sex

 

Best Night by Roderick Dupree

It was smooth music and red wine

Two seductive companions with compatible signs

Such a young night as temptation feeds our urge

Mother nature sneaks inside while pillows hides the emerge

My stares and kisses gives me the keys to her chamber

Blood pumping and emotions arouse but none in anger

Cool temperature but it feels like a sauna

Two people in one room creating that magical aroma.

So so so deep i slide inside her heavenly gates

The sounds of the ocean water in which I help create

Boom boom boom is all the neighbors hear.

But ooo ooo ooo is coming from my dear.

Rocking to the beat and moving with the waves

A certain spot was hit that made me her “daddy.”

Different positions required the same goal

Penetrate good enough for her body to lose control

An artistic back filled with sensational infatuated love wounds

A masterpiece of love and fire created in a broken cold room

Lip biting, loud moans, shaky thighs, and crinkled toes.

A fulfilling tongue extracts her ocean flow deep into my soul

No need for choosing sides to avoid the wet spot

Drinking from the fountain of you was so refreshing to leave a drop

Repeatedly pound for pound in different rounds.

Whispers of love affected by sensational sounds.

We were on the bed, the floor, the couch, and in the kitchen

So hypnotize into each other there were no need for intermissions

No words from that night ever played as the days passed

Long drives home thinking of the best night I’ve ever had.

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Melody, Poetry by Alex Pauley

Genre: Relationship, Romance

 

Melody by Alex Pauley

 

The melody my heart plays is a ragged tune that is not easy on the ears, as it holds all the broken pieces of me with it.
The memories of past mistakes, the pain of love loss, the regret that stays with me until my eyes close at night,
this is the melody that my crying heart wishes to play, as if it’s a call for help.
It wishes to be touched and to be restrung once again, as if it had never been broken at all;
It seeks to be heard and in turn be told great things, it craves tenderness and devotion that it has never known,
my heart plays a sad song, a song of regret, a song of sorrow, a song of depression, a song of joy, a song of sweet memories.
it cannot help, but to play what it feels, all it can do is express those feelings that are pent up within,
the melody may be off and hard to listen to, but it is one that is ever playing, whether ignored or unheard.
It shall continue playing that sharp off-key tune, until it receives the care it needs.

 

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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Love,… not the Rules, Poetry by Charles p.Banks

Love,… not the Rules  by Charles p.Banks

 

I kiss with two hands

coz I’m a Hungry man

Hunger for those liPps

manners polite fools do..

a feast famished delicate rules…it’s

You i treasure .. never enough

liPps juices glisten flavorful licks

don’t measure… just the more

of it …behold i consume U

 

I kiss with two hands

stands the appetite

crazed  the more…fuller

pull yoU in… closer…

mo fuller…tongue moves

smooves skins delights in

shallowin’ the soul sin.. bit

bites…creativin whole..

pleasures…in spaces…

beginin anew

“De novo “

 

I kiss with my 2 Hands

a bite of a primitive

rules be damned…

I see my prey…we

no wat’s in the way..

feast… nor famine

beasts released prey eacH

how/why/ I should we/ no

lest we forget ~nor never forgotten

we kiss with two hands

6/5/16 seaBe

 

 

 

 

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http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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A Slow Train to Gwalior, Poetry Video by Amitabh Mitra

Genre: Love

A Slow Train to Gwalior

Amitabh Mitra is a poet, visual artist  and a medical practitioner at East London, South Africa. He heads the Department of Emergency Medicine at Cecilia Makiwane Hospital, Mdantsane, Eastern Cape. Widely published, Amitabh’s love poetry revolves around the city of Gwalior, India to which he originally belongs.

Amitabh Mitra
http://www.amitabhmitra.com

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Plastic Succulent, Poetry by Chase Morris

 

Genre: Society

Plastic Succulent by Chase Morris

A new era. Hope for us: fading.
Granted, we had the potential for our essential happiness.

Chasing of the natives this furtive soil became our burden because of our selfishness.

This dark matter born from whores that were then conceived from mold of the Apple.

Over time like that of a rocking chair. The few of us lose our strong purpose from being used.

A fragile lotus standing in the midsts of poison. Peer pressured for evil.

The rest of us lotuses who see consistent hatred, camoflauge under abandoned pavements that have no name.

Where we grow beautifully as we should…

Yet never found or appreciated until we are eradicated.

 

 

 

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Touched, Poetry by Terry Hart

Genres: Love, Romantic, Romance, Caring, Sensual, Emotional

Touched by Terry Hart

Destiny has delivered us
through ages, eras and eons
to this moment, it’s enchanting
and here we are
at the same place, same time Entering into this sacred experience
craved by our senses
a feast for our souls, our bodies
and our minds

All this splendor
no other love on this planet
has ever had the flow we generate
it’s a cosmic, celestial movement
that makes earth and heaven, vibrate

As we connect
and become one heartbeat
we are complete
and while we’re apart
I’ll reminisce
how we touched
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At Night, Poetry by Anton M. Rojkov

Genre: Nocturnal, Atmospheric, Night Shift

At Night
by Anton M. Rojkov

 

At night

When most bright colors retreat,

Stillness regains control

Over moving parts of the world.

Eyes miss details,

Hearing catches ghosts talking,

And I watch my skin

With more attention,

Finding myself fascinated

With blood streaming steadily

With bones cracking.

I wonder of grass breathing,

Springs running toward eternity,

Of a warm cup of tea

In a quite shop.

Peering into the dark,

Listening to the air moving

In no hurry, with no care,

As it always does,

But only now I notice.

At night

I want serene things,

Just like shadows swim

Through the streets

And rocks whisper by the bushes.

Working night shift shows so much beauty

In the non-human world

That I rarely witness.

At night

There are so many things

I think of doing during the day.

Then it arrives,

First lights break through.

Those who slept are awake

Stillness seems to be

Progressively beaten into pulp,

While movement

Is the only way to go, once again.

Colors creep in

But small details I cherished

Somehow fade away

Into the war walls of sound

That mash in,

Proclaiming silence an anathema.

Attention and speed

Are now object of worship

And constant reinvention.

Then endless hours

Of rush and rock and roll

Come to slowing down.

The sun is out to shine elsewhere

And stillness is back to amaze me.

I’ve been waiting

To hear rocks whisper by the bushes

In the calm of the air

Breathing on my shoulder.

I’m thinking of so many

Quiet and slow things to do,

Lost in the calm and dark of the night.

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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