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POETRY READING: Dear Mema, by Sienna Feruzi

Performed by Allison Kampf

I’m paralyzed,
You’re in the front of my eyes
And you won’t. go. away.,
You were my light,
You were the shadow in my shade,
The breeze on my hottest days,
The pink and gold of a sunrise haze,
You were the ground under my feet,
You were the smile folks loved to greet,
I feel you now when I see injustice,
I feel you when I see true love,
I know you are the voice of my happiness and patience;
You’ll always be my baptismal dove
And the one who encouraged me to stay confident and kind
Who taught me to never be left behind
For I am special, just how I am.
I’ll always have that Avery glam.
I’m paralyzed but I’m motivated
Because of you I’ve become elated
To have this life I have to live,
If only with you, for you I could give
Another walk along the bridge
Or through the park
Or at the store
I’ll always, always want some more.
But I’ll have the time, I’ll get the chance,
Once I meet you again.
I love you.

Poetry Reading: If Only, by Sienna Feruzi

Performed by Allison Kampf

POEM:

I yearn to lead you to a place unseen

A Wonder Land divine

Like a dream

Another experience

So serene.

No chaos, in or out,

No hooligans or “fooled again”s runnin’ about

No insecurities, grudges, aches or doubt

Just something new and never known

Something beyond the Mind: blown.

Something money can never buy

And somewhere for lovers, no matter how shy;

A place where lovers are always free:

I want to give you Eternity.

I want to give you the world and so much more,

But you don’t understand what’s in store.

For you don’t know how God loves you.

And you don’t know what my God can do.

My God will never judge or abandon,

But somehow, He’s misunderstood and taken for granted….

I only wish that you’d be willing

To see that my God’s so thrilling

I only wish He’d help open those eyes,

For I can only imagine how you’d be soooo surprised

God doesn’t just change– he heals and magnifies lives!

My God can remove the Darkness that is bothering you

And He wants to be Your God, too…

He can prove how much stronger and Greater is He,

If only,

If Only–

You could see.

This yearning’s my love,

But it stems from Him,

It’s all for you,

Nothing about it’s grim.

This yearning’s

Not about my love and me

If only,

If Only–

You would see.

Then you could have my jubilee.

This Wonder Land’s

Not just in another world,

It becomes real today in many, in adults, boys and girls.

It becomes real to all,

As long as they pray and answer His call.

He wants salvation not just for a select few-

Sadly not all accept it,

But I’m begging you.

I need to take you

To a place unseen…

A Wonder Land divine

Like a dream–

This burning urge is supernatural, I can’t explain–

I just want to ease up your pain

And so does God–

He always has…

He’s done it for me,

Life won’t be easy,

But overall, He’ll set you free:

If only,

If Only–

You would see!

POETRY READING: Bare Tree Branches, by Merkel1090

Performed by Allison Kampf

POEM:

Caught in the wind of chance, hoping to catch a glance of a new lover romance but no one wants to stand next to me… why? I mark the resemblance of bare branches on a tree.

Ugly, hard, stiff, mad at the world… and of the blade of grass… envious. Because it’s figured out how to bend with the wind gracefully survivin. Inviting children to play in it, lovers to picnic on it and cuddle on top of it, while I alone on the hill wonder why no one sees the awesome beauty I have inside.

Filled with contempt, regret, hatred at all joyful things, as I notice its only on my branches that the song birds don’t sing… and the sun rays don’t dance upon my barked skin and my roots don’t tingle with love from within and my soil after dark is not alive with wonder… I know I’m beautiful it’s just that no one can see it through all of these layers of pain it’s buried under.

So I pray to my father for rain and ask, please cleanse me of the burden of the pain from my past. Let the first drop of your rain storms holy water fall upon my bare branches and let the last drop soak into my soil and roots to give them a blessed testimony of life’s second chances. It’s not their fault that my branches don’t bare any leaves, please don’t make them feel any more less loved than the roots of your other more fruitful trees.

Give them a chance at life so that they may grow and experience, the sweet kiss of autumn, flirt with the mistress called spring and with your hot princess summer herself have a wild seasonal fling!

Let them sing with the butterflies and dance with the ants get caught in the rapture of a gust of wind and have their own moment in time and chance to catch a glance of their own… new lover romance.

Written by Merkel1090

How to Write With All Five Senses — A Writer’s Path

by EFR This might be a little grade school for some of you. Or you might think it’s a little grade school. Frankly, I think we could all stand to be reminded. So there you go. When you are describing something, it looks a certain way. Yes indeedy. We get that. We got it three […]

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Yes, Writers, it is Possible to Get Past Your Fear of Marketing Yourself as an Author — A Writer’s Path

by Lauren Sapala By and large, the biggest problem I run into with struggling authors is the challenge they have around marketing themselves. I hear a lot of different reasons for this: “I’m too introverted.” “I hate anything that has to do with sales.” “I don’t want to be fake or phony,” etc. […]

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Creativity in Editing: A Good or Bad Thing? — A Writer’s Path

by Andrea Lundgren This is part of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group blog-hop, designed to help encourage authors and foster discussions about writing topics across the internet and the world. This month’s question is, “Besides writing, what other creative outlets do you have?” This is actually a very applicable topic, because my other […]

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Thinking About Theme When Writing — A Writer’s Path

by ARHuelsenbeck Simply stated, the theme of a story is a universal truth about the human condition that your story illustrates. Your theme may be as general as love, or death, or taxes. Or it could be as specific as think before you speak or be prepared to deal with the consequences of your words. Or try not to buy a house […]

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Being a Better Writer: Character Development and Character Growth — A Writer’s Path

by Max Florschutz Characters. There’s no force more central to any story you tell. Be it a run-and-gun thriller or a dramatic love dodecahedron, a tale focused around a lone wanderer exploring a crumbling city or a baker expanding her rivalry with a butcher (that last one sounds like a potential rom-com, doesn’t […]

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Writers Need to Rethink Rewrites — A Writer’s Path

by smwright Rewrites have a negative connotation in the writing world, and when listening to some writers talk about them, you’d suspect they were on par with a root canal! I’m well up to my head in revisions for my SciFi novel right now, but you won’t catch me griping about them. Revisions […]

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In Memory: “I realized it wasn’t my natural bent to make a lot of noise” — Art of Quotation

‘There’s so much noise in contemporary art. So much gesture. I realized it wasn’t my natural bent to make a lot of noise, and I’m not very good at rhetorical gesture.” William Bailey, 1930-2020, painter, professor Yale University Image: William Bailey, “Eggs,” 1974, oil on linen. Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, Lawrence H. […]

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