For every part OF every day,
and every piece OF every way
For every heart OF a beating soul,
and every part OF the story untold
United beings OF one human race,
we must most OF all embrace
By I.P.Jaya
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Read Poem: bout owt, by kirky
Sitting watching Tele
With me dinner in me belly
What a wasted life
Just sat there with the wife
Mixed emotions sit there fighting
Cos I really should be writing
But basically I’m lazy
Not to mention slightly crazy
So I sit there on me bum
Thinking should I take an um
breller in the morning
Mouth wide open yawning
Cos I’m bored.
A thought has just arose
Asking should I write some prose
Or a poem or a rhyme
Just to while away the time
It’s really hard to say,
Though I say it anyway
What’s the difference?
What exactly is a poem?
What on earth is called a prose?
And does it have to rhyme?
Or not?
You can’t write a poem about an orange
After all.
Read Poem: Barabbas, by Terry Stolz
Along this long and lonely road
Lied a mist as dark as the devils’ soul
Back hunched over timber upon it
Wearing a crown of thorns as he crept along
They spared a man who shouldn’t have been freed
And took the life of our King
The eyes of a blind man could see the wrong
Being carried out by the riotous throng
Multitudes cried… “Let the carpenter die
The common thief should be freed.”
The wind rushed in
Roman timbers began to dance
An ominous darkness blanketed the sky
The clouds began to moan
Rolling thunder, flickering lights
Mountainous clouds on the horizon
A lightning bolt singed the earth
An abrupt silence deafened the crowd
Life is short as death came near
Forgive the people as he reappeared
It was over now, hanging there high
Blood running cold from his hands and feet
They had spared a man who shouldn’t have been freed
And took the life of our King
Read Poem: I was not called to give up, by Chad Browne
Never was I ever called to throw away the towel because I am a champion
Even though the fire is hot, it helps me to get stronger
I get powerful even though my muscles ache
The darts ricochet like a bullet of a bulletproof chest
Like I got Super S working in my favour
And level up, it’s over 9000!
But whether the trails from the teachers
Or the many other tests that seem to press me is like its leg day
We don’t want any Johnny Bravos who has only head knowledge for muscles
But no practical experience nor total transformation of the heart
No skinny legs who cant support the walk of the victorious
The reason why you are here is to study to show yourself approved
To remind you that the battle has already won
Because my Jesus triggered fatality ‘pon death and give us a flawless victory
The point of this is not the grades or high achievements
It is about souls and for the kingdom of God to be developed
The race is not for the swift but for those who will endure, so repeat after me, I was not called
to give up
Read Poem: LOVE, by Peter F. Pike
The opposite of courage maybe fear
but the true opposite of fear is love.
Bravery is something we all hold dear;
such a precious gift from heaven above.
But what of love? That emotion splendid!
Where hatred has festered; Love brings healing
as broken relationships are mended.
Isn’t Love the highest-soaring feeling?
Love can truly cure the broken-hearted;
all the fallen, Love gently raises up.
It just takes kindness to get Love started:
that grateful sip of water from a cup.
Love—the highest of all our emotions
Love—the deepest of all our devotions
© Peter F Pike, NSW
Read Poem: UGLY FACE, by William Farmer
Everywhere I go
I see your ugly face
Every state every place
The enemy gives you a space
You’re an image in my mind
I can’t erase
You seek to curse my life
And cause disgrace
Nothing is pure
Because of you
Everything is laced
As soon as I turn the door knob
I walk in and see you at the job
You cause some people to kill and rob
This life ain’t normal
I feel like I’m going against the mob
I live in a world
Infatuated with thighs and hips
To survive we carry extended clips
We’re segregated by race
Gangs bloods and crips
You can die in an argument or over a bag of chips
Jealousy is growing
Rest in peace Nip
How far did we get from slave ships and whips?
We try to clean it up
But it’s too many tears and rips
Streets ain’t wet from rain
It’s the blood that drips
Like a scratched CD
It repeats and skips
People dead with a heart beat
And venomous lips
We mad at the shooters
But some of the victims ain’t innocent
Some of the victims were cruel and ignorant
Every act of violence ain’t random or by coincidence
Today is the day
When danger knows no consequence
And death and danger are becoming more and more imminent
I see your face at the grocery store
I see you with the rich
I see you with the poor
LA traffic, I see you even more
Worthless souls, they treat you less than a quarter
Welcome to McDonalds
They take your orders
They don’t give you service with a smile
They give you service that’ll put you on trial
Mean and nasty is the new style
Your ugly face has been here
For quite a while
No matter how far I travel
I see your face
Mile after mile
Read Poem: BURN, by James Stordy
You burn brightly. My body drawn like a magnet to yours
I play your body with the caress of my hands, Like the Spanish guitar.
Some moments fast and others gentle and slow
But moments of pure intense bliss throughout.
My lips devoted to your intense pleasure
You move like the waves in the ocean
And your voice gets higher and sweeter
Your body now ripples with goose-pimples
This the Sign of your passion and sensuality.
I move in once more and play you again
Until light returns and we must do it all again.
Read Poetry by Tara Kimberley Torme
The world is fractured
shattered, broken shards – scattered
Lives hang in balance
The world is silent
Ghosts that walk within the walls
Shadows of the past
The world is trembling:
Walks unsteadily – unsure
Nowhere left to go.
Nowhere to go
Prisoners in our own homes
Global pandemic
Soon the world will be
Nothing but a silent ghost
Shattered in the wind
The world treads lightly
Every step – a shattered line
Cracks in the surface.
The world is shut down
Fractured Paranoia – fear
Consumes everyone.
Pandemonium
Silent Echoes in the street
Laughter is rare.
Where there was laughter
Echoes of silence are felt
The world a ghost town.
The world’s a ghost town
Echoes in the street where there
Used to be laughter.
The world is a ghost
Walks unseen amongst the crowd
All invisible.
Holy Eucharist
Memories of a distant past
God’s House – A Ghost town.
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Read Poem: Terraformed, by Freya Pickard
No gentle slowly seeping sunrise
instead a violent blast of pink
shouts across the northern skies
heralds season of storms
no respite from wind
or purple rain;
terraformed,
transformed
Mars
nonet © Freya Pickard 2020
Read Poem: The Fluidity of Sorry, by Jillian Louie (@whosaywhatsay)
i squint up at the sun— mistake me for the golden child, lover. mistake me
for another time of year.
you are summer in italy, two thousand one. you are spring break and petite patisseries. i am no longer
sorry that i am autumn on fire, october in the rain. i am more sorry that you
do not see what i see in myself. i am sorry that you do not see how incredible i shine.
i am uncut diamonds, white gold, new york underwater. there is something film-like about the way you said goodbye. there is
something dream-like about the way you bit your lip.
okay, maybe i am calling nightmares by other names. i call her a dream while she slits my throat. you do not
get to tell me about the moon anymore. i will sink into a crisis on my own.
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