Category: Poetry Festival

Unsaid Failures, Poetry by Patricia Mae Estenoso

 
Genre:Life

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like wishes for friends who came and went,
Hoping they will remember me still,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like goals that went unaccomplished,
Trying to make up for wrong decisions,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like feelings untold for a lost love,
Wishing I had told them sooner,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

These are things I would choose not to write,
But I write them anyway,
Yes, they break my heart still
But I hold them as gentle reminders,
Of friendships to keep,
Of goals that could not wait,
And of feelings that should be said.
 

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The Caveman, Poetry by Simon Widdop

Genre: Relationship

The Caveman

We had an argument
not a big all guns blazin’ my mother was right about you argument
just a silly one
that made me regress
retreat to my cave
where I consulted with the great oracle YouTube
he slid over his recommendations
topping the bill

John Lennon and Yoko Ono on love | Blank On Blank | PBS Digital Studios

Five and half minutes later
I realised the Universe itself had channelled Lennon to me
to sit in front of me
slap me across the chops and say

‘ere lad you’re better than this, get out of this grump, go show that
beautiful
feisty
sassy
quick witted
Venus Incarnate
woman
that you absolutely adore her
you daft sod

So I did
but there’s a catch
a twist

I don’t want to love you like John loved Yoko or how Sid loved Nancy or how Johnny loved June or even how my own Dad loves my Mum.
I’ll love you how you deserve to be loved
not some fairytale “and they lived happily ever after”

I want the grit, the drunk calls when you’re out with the girls (and the obligatory holding of your hair whilst you’re in deep conversation with the toilet bowl with a glass of water on hand), the crack of dawn work day starts, that road trip down Route 66 we always talk about, to be finally able to kick your ass on Mortal Kombat, the “babe you’re too warm move over, wait come back I want a cuddle, ugh move over I’m too warm, wait come back and cuddle me”, I want to be able to reach a compromise on the choice of the Saturday night takeaway, I want that slight awkwardness when I think that you’ve sussed me trying to slyly inquire about your ring size. I want to be able to spend time in a random vegan cafe that we find just down that slightly dodgy looking alley but it does really nice lemon drizzle cake and serves that cat poop coffee that’s all the rage in San Francisco (allegedly)

I am going to give you the world over
I do love you
just let me show the caveman
how to water the bonsai tree

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ROGUE WAVE, Poetry by Joanne Van Leerdam

 Genre: Rhyme, Society

 
ROGUE WAVE

The surging wave builds and heaves,
Gathering its watery force,
And in that crucial moment, I believe
I can ride it all the way to shore
Just like I’ve done successfully
So many other times before.
Before I know it, I’m out of my depth
Chaos in blue and green and white,
Fighting for sunlight, for my next breath,
Turning to grey and black and fright,
Afraid of drowning, preparing for death,
Exhausted from trying to swim to the light.
Physical, spiritual underwater erosion
Sand in my eyes, my ears, my pants,
Churning debris mimics seething emotion;
At the height of the whirly-burly dance
The whirling dervish of the ocean
Chooses to give me another chance.
Raw and bleeding from abrasion,
Thrown aloft, then falling free,
In a final gesture of degradation,
Vomited unceremoniously,
Headfirst into humiliation
A piece of human ambergris.

2016 Joanne Van Leerdam
http://www.jvlpoet.com
 

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Stretches of Silence, Poetry by Ivina Emmanuel

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

 With dewy-eyed dragged on
With my gaze upon
Glances brighter as the day
I caught her soul entwined in the web
But lack what to say, like a play

Even with this swift communion if a babe
Entangled in the slying- coyness
I still let her feel the beat my shyness
Trapped in the stillness of her eye

But not to let go for long
Holding onto parts rendered undone
In our vacant gazes towards the rising sun
Made more severe by the sudden bright ray shone

I know she could melt a heart as snow,
Bring me the stars if feelings were made to show
Her heart always as pure as gold
Yet, let her vanished into her fold

Would she ever feel my absence?
Would I ever catch glimpses of her presence?
Oh, would she ever cross this path again?
For I have spent years hoping forever in the rain in vain.

 

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Social media, Poetry by Dasha Jennings

although it has enrich our lives with the vivid imagery

of current events taking place around us.

it’s destroying our sense of humanity at the same time.

We are so focused on who has the most likes,

that we are losing our connection to other human beings around us.

The more likes, hearts, and views we get the more addicted

we become to these sites.

It feeds your addiction for a while,

until you realize that nobody knows of your

existence nor cares,

they just know who this person is before them on this platform.

Social media is this platform where we tear each other apart,

not bring them together.

If you do not fit into the criteria,

then you are not one to show your existence on this site.

For if you do then they will tear you apart

by making the latest memes and sharing them worldwide.

Social media you’re turning everyone against each other.

For you sweet an innocent features are the reason for mass suicide

and countless families suffering worldwide.

Gemre: society and dark
 

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The Basket of Deplorables, Poetry by Bill Murray

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Sins of Life, Poetry by Ashly Kuether

 Rain falling heavy, on mud covered soldiers.
Cold and shivering, cries of thunder.
Forevermore, these lifelong battles.
Men heard screaming and shouting “Take cover!”

Weapons clanking and clangourous by their sides.
Deafening cracks, moonstone-yellow light.
Hissing and Zipping, missiles in the sky.
Wind slashed their faces, as they put up a fight.

Blood covered soil, deathly divide.
Heaven forbid, what’s become of these lives.

 
Genre: Life, Society
 

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AWAKENING, Poetry by Chelle Y. Stuart

 
JULY 18, 2016

SHELTERED FROM AIR & LIGHT, DARKNESS ENVELOPS WHAT IS LEFT OF MY SOUL
HEAVY, ECHOES OF MY LABORED BREATHING ARE THE ONLY SOUND.NOW.
HOLLOW I AM, MY FEEBLE & WEAKENED SHELL EATEN ALIVE BY THE PITS OF HELL
DISTANT & FOREIGN IS MY VOICE WHEN I TRY TO SPEAK, NOBODYS LISTENING

IN THIS PLACE I HAVE BEEN EVERYTHING AND I AM NOTHING, HOW CAN I EXIST?
RESULTS OF A FRACTURED MIND, MY SURVIVAL, MY DEMISE, IT IS MY PSYCHOSIS
IT IS MY EVERY FEAR & WORRY BALLED UP INSIDE ME, RETRACTING FROM ITSELF
THIS TANGLED MESS HAS BEEN MY SURVIVAL & MY STRENGTH, WHAT HAS KEPT ME ALIVE.

I HAVE BEEN HERE IN THIS PLACE FOR SO LONG THAT I DON’T WANT TO COME OUT
THE LIGHT WILL HURT MY EYES THE AIR WILL BURN MY LUNGS, SO I STAY
DAYS, MONTHS, YEARS COULD HAVE PASSED BY NOW, THERE IS NO WAY TO TELL
I AM HOLDING ONTO LIFE WITHOUT REALIZING THAT I AM ALSO HOLIDNG ONTO DEATH

SO I GIVE IN & TRY TO TRUST WHAT LIES ABOVE ME, NOT YET BELIEVING
JUST DECIDING TO TRY & STEP AWAY FROM THE DARK PLACE TO SEE IF I CAN
TO FEEL WHAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN, TO KNOW IF I WILL PERISH BECAUSE OF IT
MY BODY ACHES FROM BEING IN THIS POSITION, MY MIND IS FOGGY & UNCLEAR
THE PAIN IN MY CHEST BECOMES GREATER & MY VISION PLAYS OUT LKE A MOVIE

FADING IN & OUT, SOUNDS NOT PRIMARY JUST BACKGROUND NOISE, A FILLER
EVERY SENSE EVENTUALLY HEIGHTENED, COLORS SO VIBRANT, I CAN ALMOST FEEL AGAIN
THINGS FEEL STRANGE YET FAMILIAR, HAVE I BEEN TO THIS NEW PLACE BEFORE?
I AM UNSURE, UNSTEADY, I FEEL SO OUT OF PLACE HERE CAN’T I JUST GO BACK?

I WANT TO RETREAT BUT I AM BLOCKED, A FORCE STRONGER THAN I WONT LET ME
IT’S TOO HARD TO LIVE HERE, I WON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR HOW TO EXIST HERE

I AM TOO TIRED TO FIGHT THIS, SO I HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT I AM WHAT IS NOW
I AM NOT WHAT I WAS AND CANNOT BE WHAT WILL BE, JUST WHAT IS NOW
HERE, WHERE TIME HASN’T STOPPED I MUST REMEMBER HOW TO DO THIS AGAIN
I AM AFRAID, I AM LOST, I AM ALONE JUST AS I WAS IN THE DARK PLACE
ONLY HERE I AM NOT REALLY ALONE AND I DESPISE THE CHATTER, ITS TOO LOUD
MAYBE I WONT HAVE TO STAY HERE TOO LONG, I WANT TO GO HOME
WHERE I WAS, WHERE I BELONG, WHERE I AM WELCOME TO STAY FOREVER

 
Genres: dark,life,fight,rebirth,spiritual
 

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