Read Poem: for the love of words by Michelle Crowningshield

There’s solace in her style
truth in her eyes
yet the stardust
fills her entire being with evolution…

Our nights are flown in rumination.
Dancing in the ether with our souls
while our earthly bodies entangle
In rapture.
I had no want before us
Now I am hungry all the time.
Desire burns through my being
painfully the further away you are.
Burning so bright together my heart chakra illuminates the future.
Magnetizing my embodiment of possibility.
The dreams we shared.
The reality we lived so good

Read Poem: Skeleton Key by C.P. Hickey

Skeleton key, skeleton key,
Dangling from your waist.
My door is locked.
Please set me free.
Unlock my blushing face.
Others have tried,
To no avail.
They couldn’t open me.
My guess at best,
About the rest,
They all had faulty keys.
But, you come along,
And promise more,
With your lengthy rigid torque.
Insert into my cylinder,
And make your magic work.
My bolt and latch,
A stubborn match,
For your working key.
Persistence and pressure pay off,
And start my liberty.
The action builds,
And with a twist,
My bolt comes all but free.
You turn the knob,
Complete the job.
Leaving me open, finally.
So, if your door won’t budge,
On this we can agree,
Find yourself the freeing magic of,
A dangling skeleton key.

Read Poem: THE SIMPSONS (2010) by Barrie Dudley Blake

Bart
Why are our cartoons always a mess,
With most of our family under continual stress,
Where everything we do seems upside down,
And everything we do goes around and around.

Homer
The Simpson’s Cartoons have an enlightening plot,
And they highlight the problems of the human crop,
With dysfunctional thoughts and dysfunctional deeds,
It’s clear that some should have been created as seeds.

Lisa
A lack of discipline and purpose is the true cause,
Because parents now have abandoned parental laws,
It causes greed, graft, negligence and corruption,
And all of the faults that result in disruption.

Bart
Then where do they come from with their dysfunctional habits,
A lot of their actions are like ‘headless rabbits’,
Commonsense seems like a thing of the past,
And surely their brain is made of nothing but brass.

Homer
Those involved come from all walks of life,
And often include both the man and his wife,
It involves politicians, lawyers, accountants and more,
And all of the people we have learnt to abhor.

Bart
Well, they don’t have ethics, direction or meaning,
And their actions are continually completely demeaning,
Demeaning to all who seek positive direction,
And detrimental to all who seek restitution.

Lisa
Well it’s not their fault, they don’t know any better,
Their parents couldn’t even raise a red setter,
It’s the fault of their parents through a lack of teaching,
And that’s why their problems are ever increasing.

Homer
It would be good if they could achieve restitution,
And restore human life to an honourable institution,
With ethics, integrity and personal pride,
And then their lives would become an enjoyable ride.

Read Poem: The Unwritten by Max West

No one likes to say there are days when words keep the unwritten away,

and that’s their best, that if we didn’t have at hand a pen it could just as easily be a gun,

a bottle, an unsuspecting victim, or a patiently awaiting needle,

any tool to wrench sense from what doesn’t, carve away at the emptiness,

farthest corner from a gift, a rope burning forward one more inch, lasso and noose,

not yet poetry, last lines are only for what survives, art only for eternity,

not this slack of guarantee we tremble fingers along, reaching because we must,

because darkness is long, that’s all we ever know, never how much

Genres: Dark, Death, Fear, Hope, Hurt, Inspirational, Life, Motivational, Painful, Personal, Philosophical, Pressure, Redemption, Sad, Work

Read Poem: An Amorous Heart by Trizia Franca

Genre-Love

It is I
When the night prevails
To have been scorned
Abused and taken for none

My heart still existing
To have it bleed
Again and again
Forever it seems…

An amorous heart
It is I
Never a dull companion
For you my love

Let the blood run
Through my heart
And let it flow
Let it flow through my veins
Forever…
Let my heart beat
When life becomes dull
For in my heart
You will find love again.

By Trizia Franca ( Patrizia Franca Spagnolo )

Read Poem: Amethyst by Nicole Alvy

Where were you?
Were you playing hide and seek?
I waited an eternity for you.
Screaming for you to hear me from a mouth that only longed to taste you.
The sound of your voice shakes my soul.
The answers are locked away in a box that I’ll never be able to open.
I sit on a throne of hope.
Was it all a dream?

Read Poem: Naked by Niki Bell

If I exposed your naked truth,
Who would you be?
If I told you about your reflection,
While looking at my own,
What would you see?
If your evolvement,
Left you lacking,
What would you call it?
Then?… And?…Now?…
You allowed the female prowess to defile you,
Now, that is not the Goddess way.
Then, You allowed the female Queen B,
To define you,
As you looked to the ground.
Then, she was always demanding what you could not deliver.
Now, A victim.
No, thank you.
Your baggage?
Leave it at the door please.
Your amazing jaded-jagged edges of a hundred tattoos,
Your unfaithfulness,
Her adultery,
You cannot hide soldier wounds.
So, if your evolvement,
Left you lacking,
What would you call it?
Then?… And?… Now?…
Do you look for someone to save you?
Women please! Ask yourself this!
Mr. Dick has left the building.
You are lost at sea!
RE-READ
Do you look for someone to save you?
If you look forward into the future,
Now, Your kids all grown up,
Now, you are alone.
You must learn to be.
Or do you save yourself?
Men? Do you save yourself?
Are you a man of courage?
Loneliness is a learned skilled.
Or have you no courage to save yourself?
Domination?
Submission?
Which is it?
The creation of a hostile world.
Where no love rest here.
Where the human heart goes untouched,
Because of past repression,
Your self-exploration lost to the times,
Where no man wept.
No confidence?
No backbone?
Are you simply a pansy?
Ripped of your manhood.
Blamed on changed woman roles.
Do you not have your own thoughts and views?
Whether they fit or don’t fit into someone’s conception of disturbed reality.
Or are you an alpha with much to prove?
Men? Women?
A narcissist waiting to attack, perhaps?
Or a gentleman with chivalry and half truths?
Your voice orgasmically sweet.
Because of the new age of female gender bigotry,
Scandalous hypocrites,
You may call them,
Rejected you are,
Some may well be,
Subjected to instant gratification all of gender’s inequalities,
In a nicely wrapped bow.
It is not my cause to make,
Nor yours,
Nor can I interfere with your journey,
But, such causes do not bring love,
Love is politically incorrect as it should be.
They bring division,
Love is not about equality,
Money,
Passive Aggressiveness,
Narrative dictation,
Schedules,
Bury me now!
Check please, she says.
Speaking for all women, she continues.
Do not speak for me lady.
Your struggle is not the same as mine, nor mine yours.
Own your own pain,
Do not speak on mine.
Love is not about fairness,
As he makes her lift all the boxes,
Because she can,
Decide what you can do for her from the beginning,
Or you will be lost in your own path.
Years later trying to redeem,
Your self-identity.
All in which you cannot ever get…
A strong foundation not built based on love.
And, when her back goes out,
She is suddenly seen as weak,
Denying her own self-preservation,
Unable to have foresight of what is to come.
Again, not your cause or is it?
When you humanize the desired result,
From wishful thinking to reality,
From the heart,
There is no cause,
There is only love,
In this hostile world.
Do not bring labeled hostility in the bedroom
I do not want to be subjected,
I want to be accepted.
No matter which way,
My legs open,
I want to be safe, strong, vulnerable, and emotionally stable,
Way before you enter me.
Held in your arms,
In the aftermath,
Of juicy honey dripping passionate sensation.
Naked.
Time suspended for all eternity.
Swiftly through the clouds,
Pillowed mind,
The truth in a glory climax,
Rainbows of raptured love,
Take me now!
Tears of joyfully release for the both of us.
Naked truth.
Stilled in that twilight moment of ether.
Ahhhhhhhhh!!!
I am human,
So take the categories away,
Spiritual,
Racial,
Account for being,
And be human,
Be a man.
Have a heart,
Because when you fall,
You will need a strong woman with a beating heart to help you up,
Not bring you down,
Not mother you,
But, a real woman.
Do not blame me or her or anyone else,
Not even yourself.
Take responsibility for whatever went wrong and move on,
Your belief system is a little skewed,
Based on societal views,
If you are unable to be naked in the mirror,
And speak to your reflection,
To me,
From your heart,
We drip the same colour blood,
Your nakedness exposes you,
To your own half truths,
As you make love to yourself,
In your one minute stance,
I will no longer be there,
Come when you are ready,
As you always will,
I have survived on less.
The ship will keep sailing,
But, I am not lost at sea.
When the storm wipes you out,
You will have nothing to stand on,
Not even yourself.
Is that how you want your story played over and over again?
You might want to learn how to feel,
And speak your truth,
Fully!
Love you first,
Before you even think of loving me.
That my dear is the naked truth.
The ONE… Naked Truth.

Copyright © 2018 Niki Bell

Read Poem: REMEMBERED COURSE by Iddris Nyande; Disa CLique

We were there…
When the sons gathered;
And they sang before your throne;
When a star fell beyond his own;
We were there…
Hearing every single word;
And embracing the glorious third.
It was superb…
when you moved the surfaces;
When the dust turned and there were breakages.
A void birthing life…
A man whose name is Christ…
We were there…
When the creature succumed to corruption’s folly;
And all Adam could say was if only…
“If only I remembered”
Soul,
Let me remind you
That it was you who promised the sun while the rains fell;
It was you that shouted I can;
When no one was there;
You knelt;
You wept;
You said;
I will go.
Tell them!!!
“I remember now”
That your dreams are not playground for demons and clowns;
And your feet may be trophies but not ones the dust could brown.
“I remember now”
That it’s just a world you see and not the limit they see.
You’re calcuted
Predetermined even though they assumed you’re dead.
God’s blessings overflowing;
And you are there disowning;
It’s your purpose.
Soul,
Remember how tomorrow’s Haven;
Is in your hands, glowing
Because it’s you He made and it’s you He called,
“child”
.
A pride for you,
The dignity of God.
Remember!

Read Poem: Beauty by Marc Libidinsky

She was beauty set in stone;
I couldn’t move her,
she wouldn’t moan.
She was beauty,
she was sleep.
She was beauty
held at bay –
Held by me,
some might say.
She was beauty turning wild;
though, demurring:
Never mild.

(c) Marc Libidinsky, 1/17/2019