There you are,
a photo of you smiling.
But now, here’s a mirror of you sad.
I can tell something stole your joy
and you want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead looking in the mirror sad.
You just want to be normal again.
I sense that you are afraid.
Genre: Life, Society
FEAR by Marcell Wallace a.k.a Poetikal Solution
There you are,
a photo of you smiling.
But now, here’s a mirror of you sad.
I can tell something stole your joy
and you want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead looking in the mirror sad.
You just want to be normal again.
I sense that you are afraid.
Too busy putting your trust in fear or your fear in trust.
The fear of the unknown that is known is still fear,
One only hopes when it’s near,
They courage it up to get a backbone,
So they won’t be consumed in their nightmare.
There’s a war going on,
Outside there’s peace and protection.
Inside, you are a living breathing storm with radar palms
pulse like earthquake
Nerve shaking anxiety
No peace in between touchdowns
I seen you spot a tornado before the funnel forms with those hurricane eyes
Hail size tears
Your destructive behavior
Is bringing your strength down,
Self-control it Or it will control you.
You just want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead a mirror sad.
I’ll be glad to have you back,
That, every in half moon, full moon, new moon laugh.
That, calm before and after the storm,
Your, cloudy sun rays that shine on my rainy days.
That makes me thankful to be alive.
I too want you to be normal again
But it’s your civil war you must end.
It have to be in your heart to no fly zone your climate change.
Cease fire your mouth from shooting down your ability to overcome.
The storms will only grow violently worse as time goes on.
He who is always watching the wind does not sow;
he who always keeps his eyes on the clouds will not reap.
Hold fast my love
You can do it
Peace
It took me thirty years of suff’ring mourn, oh dear!,
To tame the fiercest beast, my dreaded loneliness.
A lifetime of gregarious wildness ’twas indeed.
I was drunk every single night; there was no light.
It took me thirty years of suff’ring mourn, oh dear!,
To tame the fiercest beast, my dreaded loneliness.
A lifetime of gregarious wildness ’twas indeed.
I was drunk every single night; there was no light.
With time, I learnt to be in my own company.
I then saw you and in a whisper thought, to me,
I swear, you had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Hence you became my greatly loved Glaswegian prince.
Incertitude lifted me towards the sky, couldn’t sleep at night,
Then daydreamt ’bout how’d it be you kissing me throughout.
I asked you out. You said: “Why not?” But soon I knew
All was a figment of my brimful fantasy.
How ignorant I’d been! How couldn’t I see that you
Were not interested in me?! Now that you are gone,
You left me wondering how I will be alone.
Again, but even older, rejected I have been.
For now, I’ll loathe your accent on every mouth,
Even though I know it isn’t you to blame, but me,
For being too naive, and having forced you to love me.
Go away! Go away! With time, I’ll be okay!
I might sit down and light a whole spliff, my handwriting like I’m writing old scripts with a quill or ink pen
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap Lyrics, Dark, Thoughtful
Vntitlxd by Xzaviar Allen
I might sit down and light a whole spliff, my handwriting like I’m writing old scripts with a quill or ink pen, let the marijuana sink in until I tip off the deep end, fuck it I’ve been drinking all weekend, I usually keep the same routine- it’s all sequenced, I just wanna have some sunshine bleed through all seasons, when it’s dark out I make my own-caught in the rain tryna make it home in time to write an ancient poem on my favorite phone, living life in the danger zone- all straps and no archers, the gods of rap so heartless, lord send me a pen so I can write for once, looking for dawn to fight the dusk- I’m bout to Tyson up, lighten up- it’s another day in the jungle, another day I will run through life wondering what my days will come to, but staying humble- in the back ground I laugh now, among prostitutes alcohol and crack vials.
THE HEARTLESS AND THE HOMELESS by Carlyn Soulei Thomas
Performed by Marsha Mason
7 questions with the poet:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
The theme of my poem is the lack of compassion people have one for another.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
When people read my poem or watch my poetry reading, I’d like for them to honestly survey themselves, and ask the question, “Am I compassionate?”. As Mahatma Gandhi said, “We must be the change we wish to see in the world.” Kindness is contagious and humility will take you a long way in life.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I’ve been writing poems since 2001. Writing poems became another way for me to express my feelings.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
My favorite poet and author is Maya Angelou. I call myself “Young Maya” at times, because her works has truly inspires and encourages me to keep reaching for the stars, which without a doubt makes her a mother to many daughters, though she birthed none. Each line of one of my personal favorites, “Letter To My Daughter”, felt as though they were written just for me. She was phenomenal and I only wish to be as inspiring as she was, even if just a little bit.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
There’s so much going wrong in the world, and so many, including children are suffering, but most of us are busy with our own lives to care. I jumped at the opportunity to submit my poem in hopes that it would make others think about it too, just as I have thought about it. And prayerfully, it would change someone’s mind for the betterment of this world and everyone living in it.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I am also a Singer-Songwriter and Designer. I write short stories and I am currently working on a poetry book and novel.
7) What is your passion in life?
Apart from music and art, my passion is helping others, especially those less fortunate than myself.
Answer: The poem is about finding the love of my life after having learned to love and be at peace with myself.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
Answer: People who have been on this journey may see the beauty, that lies in the pain. For others, who are still searching, it may be a candle in the dark.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
Answer: I have been writing poetry all my life.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Answer: I love the works of Goethe, Hafiz, Shakespeare and Byron.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
Answer: I found it to be interesting to have my work being published to a wider audience and see it being interpreted by a stranger.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Answer: Yes, I write short stories, novels and theatre plays, mostly in german and some in english. I invite you to visit my blog http://www.womenagainstrules.org
The wide eyed child stood silently
With a faraway look everyone could see
Her mama looked down,smiled and took her hand
What’s wrong, girl, what are you trying to understand?
Waiting for the answer like only a mother can.
Genre: Life, Society
She Dreams of Dragonflies by Cynthia Mansfield
@GypsyCyn1
The wide eyed child stood silently
With a faraway look everyone could see
Her mama looked down,smiled and took her hand
What’s wrong, girl, what are you trying to understand?
Waiting for the answer like only a mother can.
Lost in thought, the little girl replied
Mama, where do dragonflies go to dream?
Where do they go to die?
Are they sleeping in the tall pine trees?
Or high in the clouds where they see everything
Where do they go when they fly?
Is it a place far away?
Is it a place we cannot see?
Do they sleep with the angels
In a red & purple sky
Or sit quietly in the clouds on grandpa’s knee?
Her questions came as no surprise
Her crystal blue eyes were always gazing at the sky
Watching for the birds, the ladybugs and butterflies
Mama sat down, pulling her daughter close
Pondering the questions the child had just posed,
Remembering a fairy tale her daddy once told
Just an old legend from long ago
With a sigh, she held her daughter’s hands
And let the story begin…
There’s a tale told from days of old
Of what became of lost souls
It was said that when a person dies
Their soul was set free and rose to the sky
Drifting in the clouds, awaiting their demise.
For some, their journey is done
And to the heavens they will continue on
For others, they are sent down below
To spend eternity in the dark and alone,
Those who remained were stuck in between
Until they could be reborn, to live again
You could say they were angels in training
Bound for the heavens but for one lesson remaining.
The angel elders appointed a soul guardian
A beautiful silvery white gossamer dragon
She would gather the souls and softly sing
Comforting & caring for them like her own offspring,
But the souls were restless and wanted to stray
The dragon opened her arms so they could go play
And thousands of little angels spread their tiny wings.
When the sun would hide and night took over the skies
The guardian would call the angels to her side
But the angels were bored and loved to fly
So when the dragon slept they would sneak away
And in the clouds they would dance and play.
Well, the devil was impatient and soon grew tired
Of waiting for souls to strengthen his fires
So when the dark would fall, off he’d go
Waiting for a gypsy wind to blow,
And when the angels wings glistened in the light of day
The devil swooped in and stole the helpless souls away.
The angel elders were greatly dismayed
The beautiful dragon cried and hung her head
Blaming herself for the souls being dead
But in her sorrow, she devised a plan
Gathering her remaining angels, she quietly began.
She folded her wings, holding the souls close
What magick she used, no one truly knows
But that night when the dragon spread her wings
The air was sweet, the angels began to sing,
That gypsy wind started to blow
A blue moon shone on the world below
The angels sang a soft and lovely tune
And, with a sigh, and not a moment too soon
Lightning flashed from the dragon’s eyes
And out from the clouds came the dragonflies.
Now you know, the angels loved to fly
So at night they would sneak away from heaven
Visiting the world below in disguise
They would streak across the sky at night
Leaving a trail of stars in their flight
Circling the moon & making it glow
Dancing on the gypsy wind that would blow.
Yes indeed, the devil was perplexed
He was certain that this was some kind of hex
In his anger, he yelled out a curse
Any angel not back in heaven by the break of dawn
Is doomed to remain on earth from that moment on.
The child asked her mom, how can that be?
Dragonflies are stuck here for eternity?
Mama smiled and said, it’s a bittersweet end
They are doomed to live over and over again.
Oh but there’s more, just wait and see
There’s one way for them to be set free
The legend says the devil’s curse
Was too strong & could not be reversed
But the dragon cast her own little spell
A secret the angel elders swore to never tell,
But its said if you look to the sky
And a dragonfly passes you by
If you make a wish and close your eyes
He will fly away on a gypsy wind
Free to be reborn into this world again.
The child seemed happy as they headed home
Suddenly the skies above didn’t seem so unknown
Later that night, when it was time for bed
She hid under her covers and rested her head
But her mind started to wander and sleep would not come
So over to the open window she did roam.
Lost in thought, her blue eyes sparkled like the stars
She held out her hands and suddenly, there he was
Blue as the moon with wings that glowed
With a sound like angels singing soft and low,
Then all was silent, no words were said
But her wish was like a song in her head
With that, he flew away with the gypsy wind
Ready to be reborn into this world again….
Some boys dream of shiny fast cars
Playing baseball and being rock stars
But alone at night
They all stare at the sky
And wonder why they can’t fly.
Some girls dream of little june bugs
Butterfly kisses and daddy’s hugs
But not this one, no sir, no lies
Can you guess why?
This girl dreams of dragonflies…
I journeyed to a land far across the sea,
where people were dying in front of me.
Their country was torn, they had no hope,
brother killing brother, how would they cope?
I whispered a prayer in everyone’s ear,
Understanding’s the answer, conquering fear.
Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual, Quest
Journey of Spirit by Tara Payne Steele
I dreamed a dream one starry night,
that my spirit was free to soar and take flight.
I journeyed to a land far across the sea,
where people were dying in front of me.
Their country was torn, they had no hope,
brother killing brother, how would they cope?
I whispered a prayer in everyone’s ear,
Understanding’s the answer, conquering fear.
My journey continued to another land,
where sweet babies were crying in the sand.
The children were starving, they had no hope,
without food and water, how would they cope?
I whispered a prayer in everyone’s ear,
Compassion’s the answer, conquering fear.
I journeyed to yet another place,
where souls cried out at an alarming pace.
Their hearts were broken, they had no hope,
devoid of purpose, how would they cope?
I whispered a prayer in everyone’s ear,
Faith’s the answer, conquering fear.
I journeyed home to finally rest,
spiritual satisfaction ended my quest.
The people were happy, they had new hope,
Love’s the answer, that’s how they would cope.
A peaceful world was finally at hand,
my dream for every child,
woman,
and man.
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