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Futurist I am, Poetry by Stephen Karnaghan

Genre: philosophical

And the smell of the final cadence lingers … purging me of the strength to run away … and no one
can remedy … no one can feel … the pains that just won’t go away … memories invade … of the scorn
… the hate … the arrogance of those in the crowd … mocking me … hating me … for I didn’t care …
didn’t care to be … just one who dreams and dies … to dream and die with beer and gut … to dream
and die with gossip and stuff … thrusting me forward alone in the dark … always presuming that
solitude mark … which gave me … thrust me to my purpose my life … beckoning wisdom … and
furthering hope …
Music … music … the music – the dance – the love … listen to the words my friend listen to the words
… bring forth the wisdom and let us set aside … set aside the stuff, the pride, the consumerist bile …
listen to the words that sing about hope … of a land in repair … with lingering beauty and love … the
musician bringing the soul to the fore … be strong and look for a life … the future to be found …
beckoning wisdom … someone must start …
Wisdom … truth in action … the perceived world can be … anything that we all desire … living in hell
as most of us are … the pain will stay with us all … but the soul to the fore … to trumpet change …
giving to the mind all the needs … fractured societies as the beat drives us on … to lingering beauty
and love … flora and fauna … repaired and set for life … the future is what I see …

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Dear You, Poetry by Chirayu

Genre: Society

This poetry relate you by my world of Writing.!
Hello,
This is me a poetry teller
Rhyming down the line
Shimmering light of love
Pouching out my heart
in flame of different words..
Gifting you a secret beauty
Falling down on knees
folding hand behinds
Rearing one hand Front with a
Beautiful Rose to say!..
Will you be my valentine!…

the rays of beauty shines on face
where hides the blushing rose,
Pride of fragrant poetry
Prepared in sane of love;
Garland meet for beauty’s brows,
Hill and dale adorning?
Gentle maid the summer’s fled
And the hopeless Rose bright forever!!..
Till the next Valentine day!!…
– Chirayu

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I AM, Poetry by T. Altman

Genre: Feminist

I Am
I am the mouthy bitch
Who barks and bites
Rejecting your conformity
Refusing to bind and blind
Rallying against miso-dogma
—
I am the stirring corruptor
Who scratches and claws
Pushing out ruminating tendrils
Pure and enduring confabulation
Pulling in original virtue
—
I am the hostile oppressor
Who marks and jabs
Antagonistic slights incurred
Aggressively bunting venom
Amazingly enduring in self-form

T. Altman 2017

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GROWTH IN BREXIT, Poetry by David Steven Twist

Genre: Political

The Twist meme for cultural breakdowns or how to build a cultural map

Auto culture your unique cultural fingerprint

Micro responsive sensitive a small cohort with a scheme

Meso standard calendering time culture connecting the micro and macro culture

Macro interaction with the business environment a dominant scheme

Meta active mechanics in the way it is done

Peta aware Spirit the reward code dependent on spiritual climate

How do you make a game?

First off come up with some basic rules.

Kiss Cuddle
Shock Push

This is the Twist meme on corporate parenting this set can best be described as

Token Buy in
Dissonance Change drive

Four quadrants each with four functions The Reward Code is dependent on the spirit climate

Q1 f2 f1 Q2
f3 f4 f3 f4
f1 f2 f1 f2
Q3 f4 f3 Q4

Consider this a reward code is a brand flavor your spirit. However the climate changes how rewards are perceived and misjudging the climate means ultimately that your reward will be viewed in that context (Ed. Ice Lolly’s in a blizzard)

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CONFIDING, Poetry by Isabella Destrades

Genres: Life, Reflection, Dreams, Introspection, Pain, Living, Contemplation.

She laid down
on the carpet in the
living room because
she wanted to understand…

It wasn’t that she didn’t
know what was happening
or why she was feeling this way
but she wanted to seek answers
and consult the ceiling
and the lightbulb
and the crack at the far
left corner
that had been there
for as long as she could remember…

There was so much she needed to know…

But she laid there for too long
and the ceiling grew too thin
and she could see the stars peeking through

As all of outside tried to come in
and the ceiling faded into dust that consumed
her body as it lay against the fibers of the carpet

She closed her eyes and started to whisper out
towards whatever could hear her, or
whoever happened to be listening to her at that time

And images flooded her mind
and took control
of her body
and her will
and her sense of self

Images of knives being stabbed through her back
as people laughed at her spasms and shrieks
while others looked at her as if she were a specimen
under the glass of a microscope

ConfidingIsabella Destrades

She cried for help, but no one could hear her

There were images of hands touching hands
under the lust of the moon’s glow
surrounded by damp soil and wildflowers
that thrived upon the hearts of young lovers

And she could somehow, make out the image of
a school bus arriving, veiled in fog
and wet leaves
and mud
ready to take her to the schoolyard
where all her worries and disappointments
became her breaking point
and the people she saw there
were just tamed circus mice
following a path she did not choose to go

But she said to herself
“I have no choice,”
and continued on with her day…

Suddenly, her eyes open up
as a microwave beeps and a child’s
voice is heard shouting on the
television screen

And she realizes that the dust from the ceiling
did not cover her body

And the stars were nowhere to be seen
(which disappoints her a bit)

She stands up and looks at the clock
and decides she should go to bed,
for the lights shine back at her 1:26 a.m.
and that is the sensible thing to do

She heads to her room

ConfidingIsabella Destrades
to take off her clothes
and sleeps soundly
hoping tomorrow
will be a better day…

No one really understood her

How her mind worked
and who she really was inside
but everyone knew she had dreams
and that was enough for them
to feel afraid…

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THE DEFENCE OF THE DARK, Poetry by Helen Spisak

Genre: Dark

Darkness has a very independent existence
Needing no reassurance of being
And no alliance of thought

Darkness holds burdens and secrets together
The extraordinary to the mundane
Where regrets are buried forever

Darkness tolerates the dreamy, watery moonlight
Hibernates from the extrovert sun
And clarifies all sound to a pindrop

Darkness loves to party with nocturnal friends
Hide all flaws and make amends
Sends restorative sleep and plays ‘nightmare roulette’

Darkness has pity for poor twilight
Loathes torches, fires and electric
Teases us from the edge of flickering candlelight

Darkness loves to shadow puppet on a moonlit wall
Lurk in cupboards, corridors and corners
And loves to make you tumble and fall

Darkness lives or hides in us all
You don’t have to light every corner of your soul

Written by Helen Spisak

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Children Of Adam, Poetry by Huseyin Abudharr Ali

Genre: Political

Were there noone left in the world with a conscience,
And the idea of human rights was seen as old fashioned nonsense,
Were the media to call my peaceful means acts of terror,
And I was alone in this world on my endeaver,
Were people to spit at me in the streets,
And never listen to a word I say whenever I’d speak,
Were they to try make me turn my back I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

Even if they were to hang me in Trafalgar Square,
And I struggled to stay conscious out of fear,
Even when trying to find hope seems hopeless,
And I they drugged me up so much I couldn’t even focus,
Even if they gave me a choice between London Dungeon,
Or the stolen wealth of the tower of London,
Were they to try give me amnesia I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

If I ever lived when kindness was seen as a weakness,
And I was the only one left who believed this,
If my cause was seen as a type of mental illness,
And I became a pariah in my community because I feel this,
If my body was so exhausted I could barely move,
And the only options put in front of me was quit or loose,
Then they offered to put the sun in right hand and the moon in my left,
Still they are the children of Adam how can I forget the oppressed,

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The Restoration of a Broken Lady, Poetry by Damita Maclin

Genre: Hope, Inspirational

How has America been so great?
When she is afflicted with poverty and taught to be filled with hate.
Surely, not when her lands were raped
By immigrants desperately trying to escape
She has been flooded, swept over, and her forests still burn.
Her soil poisoned with innocent bloodshed at every turn.
She has been lied to more than she’s been laid upon
Disrespected with trash and toxins in rivers, lakes, and ponds
She has been drilled, shattered, exploited, and spat upon since she can remember.
No longer being loved and cared for; respectfully and tender
Her arms stretch continuously from East to West.
However, in comparison her love for others is still the best.
She does not judge the fact that people just want to live.
She is the CEO of trillions from crops to cotton because she gives.
America, the beautiful; land of the free
But, she has been enslaved since the first settlers crossed the sea.
She has been separated from her Mother since the tectonic plate shift
Yet, she has been bought and sold more than Christmas gifts.
America, the beautiful; home of the brave
But, oh how she has been cried upon over unnamed graves.
May God bless America, land that I love.
Continue to heal her with the sun and the rains from above.
Stand beside her as she struggles to stand for justice for all.
And guide her safely with love and equality as a cure all
Across mountains, shout and from prairies other can scream
To oceans and backwoods that America still has a dream!
That regardless of her pain
While others calculate their gains
All America has needed was to be cherished,
Loved by Americans with gentleness
She has always been great
In spite of some people’s ignorance and hate
She is waiting for an apology as we regain her trust
But, that takes love and including ALL of us!!

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Part 2 – Read the best of DARK Poetry

CLICK the link and read the best of DARK Poetry from the last 18 months from around the world. Enjoy.

HOW TO KILL YOURSELF, by Emma Miles
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/30/how-to-kill-yourself-poetry-by-emma-miles/

TEARS OF REMORSE, by Debbie Lyn Jones
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/tears-of-remorse-poetry-by-debbie-lyn-jones/

ORCHARDS SEED AND THE FALLING OF STARS, by Liianvarus
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/orchards-seed-and-the-falling-of-stars-by-liianvarus/

SOCIAL MEDIA, by Dasha Jennings
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/05/social-media-poetry-by-dasha-jennings/

GUILTY FEAST, by Anthony S.
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/05/guilty-feast-poetry-by-anthony-s/

AWAKENING, by Chelle Y. Stuart
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/05/awakening-poetry-by-chelle-y-stuart/

MASKS OF MELANCHOLY, by Ruth Bowley
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/10/02/masks-of-melancholy-poetry-by-ruth-bowley/

ONE LAST DAY, by Barbara Hunt
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/one-last-day-poetry-by-barbara-hunt/

QUESTIONS, by Sophie Cabaret
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/questions-poetry-by-anne-sophie-cabaret/

MY DEMONS, by Nadia Caballero
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/my-demons-poetry-by-nadia-caballero/

YESTERDAY TODAY TOMORROW, by Eve noel
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/09/17/yesterday-today-tomorrow-poetry-by-eve-noel/

EMERALD HEART, by Barbara Hunt
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/07/23/emerald-heart-poetry-by-barbara-hunt/

THE DARKEST HOUR, by Aline Gardine
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/07/04/the-darkest-hour-poetry-by-aline-gardine/

VNTITLXED, by Xzaviar Allen
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/08/vntitlxd-poetry-by-xzaviar-allen/

MASOCHISTS, by Kyle Jones
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/26/masochists-by-poetry-by-kyle-jones/

WORDS, by Josslyn Rae Turner
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/25/39-words-poetry-by-josslyn-rae-turner/

AINOSNINSOMNIA, by Obi Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/15/ainmosninsomnia-poetry-by-obi-martin/

MISERYS DISPENSARY, by Nick Meridionale
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/13/miserys-dispensary-poem-by-nick-meridionale/

THE PEAR, by Patrick D. Peay
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/11/the-pear-poetry-by-patrick-d-peay/

THOUGHT NAZIS, by Benzuko
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/22/thought-nazis-poetry-by-benzuko/

BAND THE CORPS OF FIVE DISNEY PRINCESS, by Drew Price
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/19/%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8Bmichael-myers-%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8Band-the-corps-of-five-disney-princess-poetry-by-drew-price/

THERE IS ME AND THEN THERE IS YOU, by Kristen Corbisiero
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/07/there-is-me-and-than-there-is-you-poetry-by-kristen-corbisiero/

I’M SORRY, by Jaco Potgieter
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/02/im-sorry-poetry-by-jaco-potgieter/

DISAPPEARED, by Ravjit Singh
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/09/disappeared-poetry-by-ravjit-singh/

INFATUATION, by Anna Sue Benson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/09/infatuation-poetry-by-anna-sue-benson/

SPOOKY, by Billy Jnohope
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/02/spooky-poetry-by-billy-jnohope/
A BROKEN WOMAN, by Eshema Momoh
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/28/a-broken-woman-poetry-by-eshema-momoh/

PANDEMONIUM, by Vanessa Anthony
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/%e2%80%8epandemonium-poetry-by-vanessa-anthony/
BLOODSHOT EYES AND TEARSTAINED CHEEKS, by Anna Lee
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/16/bloodshot-eyes-and-tearstained-cheeks-poetry-by-amber-lee/

RAPSCALLION, by Shelby Schimcek
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/09/rapscallion-poetry-by-shelby-schimcek/

2016 Poetry Winner

A trace of dreams, by Dora Marii is the 2016 POETRY contest winner. This poem will now be made into a movie.

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Let’s see… what did twenty-sixteen
Have in store for me?
This plane of existence caught your attention
There’s massive need for intervention

Dreams keep coming want to get real,
In the sleepless nights, that’s how they feel
January stirred the fantasy so bad
Got you twistin’ turning in your bed

“Joy of my Soul! I feel such consolation
In you – by You!” Soulmate’s incantation
Woke you up, you’ve felt the Love
He’s been offering from above.

“Let’s do something, let’s meet”,
You’ve heard the Calling so sweet,
“I love you” was the shy rebound,
Putting light around like a gown.

What shall I do? Seeking for guidance
See him worried about the encounter,
“I’d better stop, I’ve been drinking!”
“Look after yourself”- you’ve been thinking.

Until you made your mind an Obeyer
Of the higher Soul mind’s, a prayer,
All thoughts vanished in a vroom
And so peaceful was your morning room!