The theme is about love arising from a desperate situation.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I would like them to realise that everyone is not as lucky as they are, but life is full of surprises
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I started writing poems back in 1985 while feeling loney working overseas.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
No, sorry to say.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I have submitted other works to Wildsound with part of a chapter from my memoir, Follow in the Tigerman’s Footsteps read out last year.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Yes, apart from my memoir I have had An Expat’s Experiences of Living in Turkey published as an ebook. I have also had over 12 articles of mine published in online magazines. One of my poems ended in the last five of a competion, with several published in FanStory.
7) What is your passion in life?
My passion at present is to have my memoir used as the basis for a television series. Voyage media company have made an adaptation of it, with my assisting in getting a Treatment prepared ready to be offered to producers to see if they are interested in making an offer to use it for a television series.
your eyes are tunnel to your heart,
i can see that light at the other end,
Genre: Love
The tunnel
by David S
your eyes are tunnel to your heart,
i can see that light at the other end,
i want to walk inside following that spark,
i fear if you close your eyes, i will stuck in dark,
To build a home is to tear apart
All the things that broke our hearts.
To tie together all the strings
That hung about lost as they sway with our movements like wings.
Genre: Rhyme, Life
To Build A Home
by: Stephanelle Mewouo
To build a home is to tear apart
All the things that broke our hearts.
To tie together all the strings
That hung about lost as they sway with our movements like wings.
To make a dream is to rise above
the standards. Of what is suppose to be in order to become what we are. To learn to say yes to the opportunities that have yet to come. To hope that in the pleasure of our serendipity, we are faced with the consequences that our innocence tends to result in.
I scream inside so you will hear, just how loud my silence can’t be.
To create magic is to take all the pieces that seemed impossible to obtain and create a masterpiece. An art that only we could understand. So that when our home is built, we know that all of the dreams that we kept secret were being tied together. And it was now possible to be. As one separate unity, we are able to become.
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Genre: Relationship, Love
Beautiful things
by NuBlaccSoUl
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears want, need to hear.
i would
rest my head on your bosom
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonise
Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.
an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen, Flower Child.