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RHYME Poem: Whispering Branches, by Nikash Ranjan Bhuyan

Amidst the green, on a mountain high,
I stand as a pine, reaching the sky.
With others beside me, brown and serene,
We sway like lovers, in silence unseen.

To the world, we seem lifeless, rooted and still,
Yet the breath of the forest stirs with a will.
Beneath my branches, soft shadows lay,
And there you bloom, wildflower gay.

A traveller came with a umbrella red,
Rested beneath me, where dreams are fed.
With tender hands, they plucked you away,
And left me longing, alone to sway.

I fear that traveller, roaming so free,
Might one day stand as silent as me-
A tree with no spring, no love to impart,
Just branches that whisper the ache of the heart.

RHYME Poem: Rest x9, by Marq Buisson

Rest,rest, rest, oh how it’s the best.
Nothing can compare to its fine beauty.
I, a humble quest within its presents .
Surly you think I only jest.

I collapse on bed, phone quite addicting.
I got to lay in a warm watered tub.
It’s quite nice heating up the skin and bones.
Rest is key, along with quality grub

Once the tech has ran its battery course.
Air whistles, yet my body pays no mind.
Stroke my pillow, it’s as soft as a horse.
Head hits the bed, snuggled up under warmth.

Have to close my eyes to nightmare time.
Just my luck, fuck, its as quiet as a mime.

RHYME Poem: Unrequited Deity, by Chase Walker

I awoke from a slumber, so heavy and deep
Upon sitting up I noticed my clothes at my feet
Gathering the strength that became dormant from sleep
I attempted to lean forward and almost fell from my seat

Suddenly I realized I knew not of my location
Nothing that caught my eye was any placation
Then from a distance I heard laughing so sinister
There was no way to quell my fear, nothing to administer
To the insides of my ears to stop them from bleeding
That’s when she appeared without warning or greeting

A devil in disguise; an angel telling lies?
Whoever this woman was she would be my demise
Despite my many tries, she allured and tantalized
She drew me in with her forked tongue
To torture and terrorize

The epitome of beauty, according to yours truly
But the power that this woman holds is going to undo me
Why would she pursue me? She knows not what she’s doing
But I can’t let well enough be, so for her I was perusing

Consumed by erotic visions, what has she done?
I can’t get her body out of my mind. Am I the only one?
The only one to feel like this, maybe I should run
A thought that quickly gets dismissed, my reasoning undone

Here she stands before me, such a sight to see
Wearing nothing but her supple skin so voluptuously
I tried to speak but lost the words, what was wrong with me?
I tried to reach out for her, but it happened so suddenly
She disappeared, no sound was heard, why wouldn’t she be with me?
Just like the rest, the memories now blurred, of my Unrequited Deity

RHYME Poem: The Threads, by Saptak Ghosh

It’s the nature of threads to pull,
May it be me or the ravaging bull.

The threads pulled by thee
Pull me,
Towards thou,
Whom I don’t know.

Unseen threads weave,
You and me.

I feel an attraction,
Of affection,
Which is beyond reality,
More powerful than gravity.
From the part of world,
Of which I’m untold,
Or unheard.

I don’t know you,
Neither where to see you,
Nor where you reside,
Or what you look alike.

However, Nevertheless,

I feel the bond which is limitless.

The nexus keeps me sleepless at night,
It sends me to unnatural heights.

The invisible threads, pull me
They always pull me to thee,
To the lands faraway,
Which I hadn’t ever stay.

You, the unknown
Makes my heart overflown,
Throughout the transcendent realms.

DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: Just Another Day, by Heather Pease

Settle down everyone
Welcome to your first day of class
I’ll be your teacher
Here in America, a new school year means
Open Hunting Season
Let’s all stand for the pledge

“I pledge allegiance to the glock
of the United States of Gun-Loving Americans
and to their right to bear arms
for which they stand,
one Nation under gunfire,
divided,
Sweet land of misery
and no justice
for all.”

My Country Tis of Thee
Land of You Only Live Once
Just thoughts and prayers here
Security is a false God

Want to go out on the town?

Conduct your next search by bullet holes
in the grocery store, nail salon – nightclub,
movie theater, mall, mosque,
a church or the synagogue

Take your kids to school,
where they will learn how to hide
from a shooter.

Because
We. Do. Not. Learn.
And statistics
don’t stick.

Scoundrels line legislative pockets
paying for mansions
While teachers drop packed lunches
in the lounge
only to cower in classrooms
covering kids
with bodies not built to be bulletproof.

Playgrounds are littered with lies
of reforms that disappear with a poll.
Feckless Politicians paid with firepower
But I’m the selfish cunt?
Wanting to ban guns instead of books

live where kids grow,
get a free education
instead of an AR15 in their face.

The mass murder of children is just so
American

It’s just another day
of shootings.

Fill out your donor card
cuz a corpse has rights!
Guns are worth more than a pussy
in the Land of the Free.
School Houses are easily turned into mass graves.
Barricades become booby traps,
exits equal entrances
escape impossible.

When will a life
be one too many? A bullet
be the last?
When will a vote matter more
than an agenda
OR an agenda
become action and words be more
than prayers?

Fuck your prayers
they have never
brought back the dead.

DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: Private Job, by Manoj Thakur

…
I am working in a private job, have lot of frustration
I lost my vision, reached this station
…
My manager scolded me many times
Told me that, I know you are young, but don’t show your
aggression,
Do whatever I told you to do,
Don’t use your brain don’t show your creativity and your
creation
Day after day,
It is getting tougher and it is getting harder
Slowly slowly I am losing my passion
I worked hard, day and night to reach here
Believe me, I don’t like that road and this destination
I remember those days
When I was a kid
I fought with all those things
Where I was unfit
I had a desire to do something different,
I created many arts I was gifted with imagination
..
Responsibilities over burden me time passed by and things changed
I never knew how I reached here
Everything looks strange
…
I kept making mistakes
Kept on helping others
I sunk, I used to play with waves
used to be a great surfer
..
Life has strange ways young man
Sometimes it becomes impossible to love the rain
I worked hard with the hope that future would be bright
But it was just an illusion
Sometimes life become so complicated
You have no solution
What time will bring, we don’t know
Without god’s grace and good luck
You are just like melting snow
AT TIMES IN LIFE NOTHING WORKS NOT EVEN MOTIVATION
A private job …. All i left with