Category: poet

Read Poem: Of times, Melisa Keelanna Griffith

Times and times again
Bypasses the distance of my mise
Kaleidscopes of precious moments
Brings to life the real In meh total scope
Forever inundated be meh fe totalic replace
Reminiscing on the remembrance meh faded face
Phased an thinking of the measure within these times
Calling to know whom I was before
Transitting on this mindscape
I redundant the child
Was ever me was ever free
Too, much is due to the pleasant lessons in my negated rear view
Passing times measured by distance as I count the miles on the mileage speed; upon meh back as I walk entrance into the future
I sound the full hands width purposed within the stockhold; the baggage of memories
Cremiced I place it upon the table of trust to know in this essence of lust what befolds the resistance to know
To gauge its measure and point it to the zenith my realizing that time and times again exist
For to peel away at this old age sin forever would my hope foretold the wisdom untold
And if ever it be to my reality I must know the measure of my sins
To brigade within the lush waters of force to carry on trodding this course
To my eye view pinpoint the realness in me is to know
So I talk within the vocal stories, the forlore within
In pleasant reminiscing ii foretold the vessel that
would carry me on to times and times again.

Read Poetry: Desert Lamentations II, by David Oscarson

I would rather spend time on this desert landscape watching the clouds roll by overhead than try to understand the roots of society spread out all over the earth.
With all the distractions of modern society we are losing sight of meaningful lifelong satisfactions and good conversation.
There seems to be a select few who are attempting to influence our lives with the assistance of technology while leading us down pathways with unknown or unfavorable consequences.
They are not keepers of the flock, but merely interlopers who are gaining unwanted influences over our lives through their covert actions.
Will these select few lead us into dark places from which there is no return, and is it too late to turn back from the courses many of us have taken?
It is up to us to determine where this digital future is heading, and take appropriate action.

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Read Poem: MISTREATED, by Gladys Muturi

Mistreated
Every day I sense the ignorance from you
Every hour, Every minute, Every second
Madness and disagreements become a warzone
Me vs. You
Who will win the title
Taking the toll of this passionate love we had
I felt dead inside
Every time you put me through hell
Each time you make me yell
When will time tell when you will treat me better
Better yet never
Your envy attitude is forever
I hope the next one will mistreat you the same way you mistreated me
Excuse me while I leave for a new start of life
So damn tired of your lies
I need to revive my life
I have wasted so much of my time
I have always thought you would be mine
Why didn’t I do something right?
Every time you stay around you don’t want to be around
You keep your mind in the clouds
When am I ever allowed to open my heart to you?
To you, I am just a material girl to live in your lonely desires.
To me, I am just a broken girl who wants a knight shiny armor who admires me,
Loves me and Cares for me,
Am I meant for you?
Enough.
Mistreated.

Read Poem: ACORN…, by Valerie Yvette Peterson

Slowly, it detached itself from the branch,
just as a butterfly does its cocoon no longer needed;
there was once a connection.

But there it fell, so quietly and calmly;
brown, crispy, crinkled now and not like the rest that were beautiful and green,
for it is time to wither away and to fall;
but while doing so, is very poised and at ease, as if longing and wishing for this moment.
Gracefully, it strokes the cool crisp wind as it succumbs peacefully to the ground.
But there it lies, hopeless…
as, It became I !
I now must breathe life and remember my foliage!
I must blossom from my hurt,
from my pain, and
I must begin to shear so I can prune and pare.
This is the beginning of my repair,
as
I AM AN ACORN NOW!

My re-watering must begin and the re-planting has to resurface,
As I must gather and reap
so I can begin the re-harvesting of my crop!
But then…
I fall again, as I remember my pain and my hurt.
I return to it and it is too much for me once again…
there it lies, hopeless, no more life…Lifeless now
Atlast…no more waiting to be crushed by the footsteps of life’s wanderers…

Read Poem: Intently Examining…, by Minah Jacobson

Today, I woke up after an astronomical snooze of 11 hours.
I had already broken said experience once throughout the night, though.
Approximately 2:41-2:46 AM, I rose.
Bursting through the door, to release my “only human” bladder; how comical.

I just killed a fruit fly, and to my amazement, I wasn’t phased.

Just like this, everything differs. Now you’re probably wondering overall, what differs in killing a fruit fly? The method in which you go about it, the momentum of your grip, the intensity of your squeeze – or the thoughts throughout? For me within this instance, ‘Twas the ladder. Gratefully enough, it was not a juxtaposition. I sought to do it, and my actions fulfilled said desire. This is where it differs; usually, when it comes to ending the life of another, regardless of its form, I feel remorse and question whether it’s worthwhile or not. Inevitably it isn’t, although acceptably it is when a mosquito is sucking the literal blood out from your meat suit.

I understand how horrid, when out of context, that the last sentences can sound. “When it comes to ending the life of another”… In my realm of things, this specifically pertains to insects. Unless for a means of absolute survival, I could not and would not end the life of any sentient life form. This is an interesting one to ponder, whilst heading forth through the cycle of ones day to day. Alongside, a plethora of other concepts. Contemplate it! How ironically enough, one ponders how they lack the time and or means to ponder… When truly within the instant – you are fulfilling the thing you are questioning. I suppose one could say this is nearly a form of manifestation. Who am I to be said, “one” who could say such a thing, I ask myself. As I type away to the nonsensical existence of my keyboard. Witnessing the chirping and clicking of the keys – formulating what derives from within, into a tangible form which now exists among the physical reality.

This morning, June 30th of 2020, I woke up to my other dog barking at my roommate heading out for work.

In other words, I woke up in a fit of fright; triggers ignited, senses overloaded. Abolishing any means of conjoining my internal fleets in preparation to head forth into another day of the uphill battle. My internal shelves were dismantled; leaving me vulnerable for defeat. Though every person is inevitably perishable, we each share an uncanny ability as well. The knack of perseverance brings into oneself, the light of possibility and potential. Traversing an instinctive reaction, perseverance clasps onto the finite details of one’s insight and carries the subconscious along; igniting correlation with one’s conscience. Absolute duality, headed forth brilliantly; fight or flight becoming the new node. Each intermingling, your psyche questions sensory overload. How will you react? Well, this depends on the accumulated amount of unaddressed aspects of the self. Which exactly? Darling, it is so individualistic to each being. If it were able to be summarized, the dictionary wouldn’t exist.

At the wake of existence, each of us decidedly came here. Whether downtrodden or purely uplifted. It all pans out.

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Read Poetry: ONE, by Destiny Premo

From the beginning into now,
We felt something more,
When a feeling turns to passion,
Nothing is like it was before.

A unity blessed by the universe,
As now the stars aline.
From that day forward, side by side,
Your hand intertwined with mine.

We are but only one breath,
Our hearts beat as one.
Facing the darkness together,
Brighter than the sun.

So walk with me, my love,
There’s no need to fuss,
Life is the journey we share,
The world belongs to us.

Love will see us through,
Love will always defend.
When it comes to our love,
There will be no end.

Our spirits conformed to one,
we have been set free.
The world we leave behind,
Cannot match our eternity.

Read Poetry: Passing, by Paul O’Donnell

So much is broken
I despair
he says passing out from lack of air
It was no more than a passing dream to think
the passing of a law could mean passing through the past
The inciting incident, the protagonist’s resolve to repair
ignorance fear and anger living side by side in liminal space stretched.
Searching for the prophylactic fountain to wash away despair
Farfetched
But passing laws passed through the fragile membrane made of the
dreams of gilded fossils giving
no more than a passing glance
with few words passing between them.
How could it not be broken?
Only the words Black Lives Matter, matter
No forgiveness can be asked. Forgiving is an act of power bestowed
granted by the weak with feelings of remorse
Atone is at and one
there the difference lies.
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Read Poem: The Road Not Taken, by Stuti Saxena Singh

Poem inspired by true event of my life..

#Best#Road#Not#Opted…

Once upon a time,
there stand by,
excruciating rhyme.
My body,soul and mind,
were in grief stage,
Oh!!divine…
Out of all available,
scenarios and situations,
What to elect? and Why?
created a whole lot perplextion.
Past summers were the days,
Mid of March, April and May(s).
Mind got stucked,
Hands got cuffed,
Legs got freezed,
Gravity of emotions for ,
severly ill”Mother”,
Over …
Duty of 6month,
old kid “Mother”,
got seized.
Poignant were those days,
Pendulum like oscillations,
for doctors opinions ,
were our ways.
Trail taken gave satisfaction,
reflected with optimistic dispersion.
Leaning on my word,
Mom admitted in native hospital.
My dialogue with doctors,
were utterly digital .
As days crawled by,
Mom’s health began to scatter,
Flicker of faith began to falter.
Nephrologist said kidneys,
will gradually recover.
Cardiologist said,her heart,
needs artificial pacemaker.
Off all the unfortunate
Cardiac events,
alternate dyalsis,and
life support supplements,
Got shifted twice out of ventilator,
She survived as a real warrior.
Interimly a sign of relief.
Thought “The Road Taken”,
was full of boomy leaf.
But negligence of medic staff,
flex the situation intense grief.
“Aspiration”,”overlooked”,
was main cause in brief .
Recklessness was at ledge,
As… if…
Inhumanity was at pledge.
Simultaneous Pacemaker Insertion,
aided lately by bronchoscopic examination was conducted.
Seems like hopeful recovery of maa was completely abducted.
Elevated bacterial infection in blood
due to aspiration was dotted.
“Oh!!!! What do I say dear custodians”,
Pacemaker implanted is also not working.
“Gone in comma” was the last quoted.
“Oh well!! Still we can refer her to
higher center of your choice!!”
was forcibly suggested …
Why ????Oh!!!Good Lord,
Well experienced cardiologists
were not consulted..
Oh in painful grief, I shouted,
Why???? treatment in native
place was selected.
Why?? Oh Lord !!!
The road selected turned
so devastated.
Loosing you Oh Maa!!
Was this fate,,,
really destinated??
or
Was this the outlay of,
“so called divine ”
heedless inhumane,
dexterity trusted ??
Embraced with grievous infelicity,
I shriked…
Lost my strength forever,
As of erroneous path Opted….

Read Poem: Moonlight in Great Neck, by Sarah Rundqvist

I can’t stop

thinking about the moonlight

the night you kissed me

outside of that random bar

in Great Neck

you turned my whole world upside down

right way up

forbidden love has a way of tasting

sweeter than it should

I glanced up

at the clock

at the train station

knowing their arms

were already moving me

further away from you

until you were just gone

and you became

a distant memory

I sometimes recall

in the moonlight

I bought my first watch

a Bulova

like the one at that train station

where we became lovers

in love

every time with a kiss

picking me up

sending me off

and their arms are still taking me somewhere

my heart will send you a postcard once I get there

I hope we are both smiling

when we arrive