Category: poetry

Read Poem: Please Come Back, by Anshu Pal

I miss those days
when we were together
hands in hands always
never caring the other’s case
I smiled for you
you laughed for me
and we had a giggling base.
You stared and i blushed
time was still very smooth
never ever rushed.
You looked into my eyes
and i blink them twice
we smiled at each other again
cause that moment has no price.

And now we are far
just thinking of each other
what the other one is doing
just worrying for one another.
I guess lets do it again
give another try
as life always give a chance
provided you know to fly.
Come on, lets reunite now,
lets yell again together
and allow our happiness
to once again gather
gather with love
affection and smile
to have everything again
in heaps and pile.
Please walk with me again
again so many miles
so that we can gain
gain back our smiles
Just thinking of you today
made me so alive
if you miss me this way
please come back to my life…

Poetry Reading: After The Highway, by Cleveland W. Gibson

Performed by Carina Cojeen

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

ANSWER: The power of love in a dramatic setting.

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

ANSWER: I always wanted to know what might have happened next in the original poem. In the end I decided to write my poem in a ghostly, yet intriguing way with a new point of view.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

ANSWER: About 14 years but from a very slow start.

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would
that be?

ANSWER: The late Dr Douglas Baker because he impressed me with his attitude to living and all the medical work he did..

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a
professional actor?

ANSWER: The invitation to submit and then when I saw the chance of having my poem read by an actor I was thrilled enough to grasp the opportunity.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

ANSWER: Yes.I’ve always considered myself a writer of short stories, flash fiction ,essays and articles. I do have a MG novel(WIP)called ‘Skull Drum’ and a short audio book.

7) What is your passion in life?

ANSWER: I want to publish my novel and a long ballad as a tribute to the many interesting people I’ve met and who have helped me.In particular my late son Michael who was my rock and such a generous person in all he did.

Poetry Reading: Courage, by Kenneth Clarke

Performed by Carina Cojeen

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

To stand alone against all odds is courage, we all fight our own battles, some with health, some in the mind, some with fate, and we generally all feel as if we fight these battles alone.

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

I am disabled after an accident and a stroke, I am fighting back and whilst I know there are many that are helping me, it feels like an uphill struggle that saps my strength and I need to remind myself it is not just my courage that will see me through but that of those around me helping me too.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

For myself, since the early 80’s it has been my creative release.

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

Hans Christian Andersen

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

As a person with disabilities, I understand the importance of access for all, people who are sight impaired, dyslexic, or unable to read can still and should still enjoy access to poetry.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

Yes, I have 11 published books, some novels, some historical and some on Metaphysics, I am also compiling a book of Poetry at the moment with each poem associated with an original piece of Art by me Oil on Canvas. I have seven scripts for features and TV dramatic episodic which is under option.

7) What is your passion in life?

To write and to learn.

Read Poem: Less of a Man, by Tierra Martin

Fatherless, Fatherless
How unfortunate for me, my first heartbreak was my father to be.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Yeah that was we, you damn sure aren’t blind so don’t act as if you can’t see.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Thinking and repeated blinking while sinking in these deep cry’s, when a child 197 miles seemed like a lifetime away.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Made time to bring more lives into the world while neglecting the ones already existing.
Fatherless, Fatherless
It was your duty so explain why your choosiness became such a crime.
Fatherless, Fatherless
When you come to the realization, I’ll be too elevated to allow your ignorance to fly…

Read Poem: WORLD OF GAME, by Mantri Mark

(This song is dedicated to Athletes, Games & Sports personnel)

Best Be a Dare Devil
Olympics Best You Worked Hard
Efforts Lead to Success
Try and Win World of Game ǁ

Best of Luck You’re Strong
You’ve Blessing from Nature
The Deeds Are Cheers to Your Land
Best You Swing Like a Spring ǁ

Your Actions Are Great
People Welcome Sportive Work
Can’t Imagine Style of Actions
You’re Great, Like a Legend ǁ

Power of Sport Is Laudable One
Nobody Stops Your Dashing Speed
Competition Is For You to Clinch
Win, Cup and Gold ǁ

Be True To Conscious Game
You’re to Support the Team
No End for Dashing Style
Be In the Legendary’s List ǁ

Be For Style of Life
People like Stylish Moves
Cups and Medals are Game of Life
Raising Hand Is the Luck of Stars ǁ

You’re Bold and Brave
Prove Your Worth for Land of Soil
Love will Shower on Acts of Success
You’re Great In This World of Sportǁ

Time Can’t Stop Speedy Acts
Seasons Change, But, No Halt to Speed
Who Can Stop Forehead Stars?
Golden Day’s Ahead, Further in The Game ǁ

The Best, You’re the Best
Hopes, Be Have the Hopes
Great, You’re the Great
Try A Gold for Your Land

Read Poem: Climate Change, by Gloria J. Wimberley, M.A.

Spurious and sputtering
Spring sprinted
in
all huff of yellow
and puff of pollen
then rush of rain
(too cold this veil of melted icicles)
Shriveling the delicate pink & white
of unaware blossoms
…petal babies trembling
defenseless against
Old Man Winter
and Mother Nature’s
ancient ardor
and weather war
…Summer emerges as the
victor as the
sultry sun rages
in heat & leit of light…
Dragon Celosia, Dahlias, and devil vines
thrive
in silent threnody
–no Asphodel
for a vernal epitaph
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Brief bio-note:
Having taught English at an inner city college in Little Havana in Miami, Florida, as well as teaching at colleges and universities in the Washington,DC-Northern Virginia area for decades, Gloria J. Wimberley, MA, prose editor for Middle Island Press, now lives in the woodsy warmth of her West Virginia hometown in Appalachia. Her poetry collection Dialect of Dahlias was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Edgar & Lenore’s Publishing House of Los Angeles, and her social media profiles can be found on Twitter, LinkedIn, etc. Her poetry readings appear on YouTube.

Watch the MAY 2018 Poetry Readings

 

Poetry Reading: MORBID DECEIVER, by Bob Mazzei

Poetry Performance Reading: Families are the treasures of heaven, by G.B. Smith

Read Poetry: Ballad Of The East Wind, by Mark Tierno

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poem: WHAT HAVE I LOST?, by Diane Burrow

What Have I Lost?
(Afterthoughts.)

What have I lost?
Was I truly tossed and
Shuffled among schemes
Seemingly for betterment,
Reasons for acting, masquerading
As morality of the highest?

There’s a thread
Slotted somewhere inside
The footsteps of those men
Who influenced my way,
Whose dreams are nothing less
Than slaughtering the many for any deal,
To realize a peace they
Cannot sustain, maintain.

A little sacrifice for the many.
‘In the end they’ll see it my way’
While I revile my wife and spoil
My children for a greater cause:
The many, not the few.

What have I lost,
Alone among
The everlasting flowers
Singing one-time songs?

Read Poem: The Taste of Black, by Aaliyah Salia

Bitter to the tongue; like overbrewed coffee or ninety percent dark chocolate,
a heavy lump down my throat, I crave for sweet water.

Not too hard to describe, but not too easy to understand.
Like blood, just not sweet. The metallic taste everyone knows, but no one can bear.

An addiction, an overdose,
never tiring, always novel to the tasters.

It burns, it hurts,
the pain doesn’t die.

Like drinking alchohol,
but deadlier and raw.

I don’t want it,
I need it.

I don’t need it,
but I crave it.

Don’t give it to me,
It’s foul,

Give it to me,
I might not live anymore.

Poison for some,
Elixir for some.

Sinful for some,
Paradise for the rest.

Read Poem: Paint yourself, by Phil Utumapu

Freedom calls my name like a mother searching for her lost child.

Do not chastise me with criticism, instead, free my spirit with love and understanding.

Discipline me with your wisdom, showing me the path with actions and deeds.

Anyone can tell a good tale, but proof walks in your shadow.

For the picture you paint of yourself will show the purpose of your life,

and your purpose, may save my life, in the end.

BY, Phillip Utumapu

Thank You Very Much.