Poetry Reading: I Wanna Fruit You, by Marcus Graham
Poetry Reading: The Spiderman, by Paul Wood
Poetry Reading: Simple Truth, by Clay Witkofsky
Poetry Reading: Wine and Dine at 9, by Michael Villalobos
Poetry Reading of: Homlo: Life is about the Light, by Bheku Khumalo
Poetry Reading of: Lucifer’s Grief, by Charbel Tadros
Poetry Reading of: Country of Long Winters, by Paul Bamberger
Read Poem: Anger………….., by Janet E. Blackwood
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/04/01/read-poem-anger-by-janet-e-blackwood/
Read Poem: SLEEP MY FRIEND, by Kat Lehmkuhl
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/31/read-poem-sleep-my-friend-by-kat-lehmkuhl/
Read Poem: I FELL IN LOVE WITH COLORS ONCE, by Kristen Corbisiero
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/31/read-poem-i-fell-in-love-with-colors-once-by-kristen-corbisiero/
Read Poem: Inna Bflat, by Sharon M. Musgrave
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/29/read-poem-inna-bflat-by-sharon-m-musgrave/
Read Poem: LET THIS DAY, by Katarina Jovcevska
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/28/read-poem-let-this-day-by-katarina-jovcevska/
Read Poem: ASPIRATION, by K. Exum
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/28/read-poem-aspiration-by-k-exum/
Read Poem: TWO WAY, by Maria Juliet
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/28/read-poem-two-way-by-maria-juliet/
Read Poem: Life and Times of my Cigarettes Death, by Samantha Broesky
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/27/read-poem-life-and-times-of-my-cigarettes-death-by-samantha-broesky/
Read Poem: NIBBLES, by Sebastian Hales
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/27/read-poem-nibbles-by-sebastian-hales/
Read Poem: Where the Tears Go, by J Hirtle
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/26/read-poem-where-the-tears-go-by-j-hirtle/
Read Poem: Creamy Sky, by Elaine Alibrandi
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/26/read-poem-creamy-sky-by-elaine-alibrandi/
Read Poem: Before It’s Too Late, by John T Leonard
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/26/read-poem-before-its-too-late-by-john-t-leonard/
Read Poem: SEMANTICS, by Mary Lynn Archibald
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/25/read-poem-semantics-by-mary-lynn-archibald/
Read Poem: Censorship, by Sahar Ajdamsani
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/25/read-poem-censorship-by-sahar-ajdamsani/
Read Poem: DARK LOVE ODE, by Kat Lehmkuhl
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/25/read-poem-dark-love-ode-by-kat-lehmkuhl/
Read Poem: LOVE THAT LOVE, by Leah Gitome
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2019/03/24/read-poem-love-that-love-by-leah-gitome/
Consuming rage, piercing arrow, internal fire emerging pain
Wasted lifetime experience offering no gain
Unexpressed festering rumblings replayed constantly inside
Questions left unanswered swelling anxiety over time
Unresolved fermenting cancer, ravaged spirit, torn soul
Screaming matches inside belied by calm frontal repose
Warped thinking, crushed spirit, hardened withered heart
Uncontrolled anger’s bitter harvest singes each part.
I feel in love with colors once,
They’re bright, attractive allure,
Drew me in time and time again,
Fingers dancing on the edge of my heart,
Caressing and sighing, teasing laughter echoed in my head,
Colors drew me close, whispered beautiful things,
I saw stars in so many different perspectives,
Saw the sunset everyday and each time gasped with the portrait that bleed into the sky,
I fell in love with all the colors,
Never questioning why,
And they all broke my heart.
The day I saw things in black and white was when I met you,
When the colors had drained me dry,
Taking whatever they could,
I still here the haunting laughter and my heart lurches.
(And it’s shameful that I miss seeing the sunset,
How the stars shone, the way the night sky bled)
The black and white, though,
It was so dull, simple and so transparent I wondered what caught my eye,
It wasn’t the vivid imagery it drew in my mind,
Couldn’t have been the thrill or excitement,
But…something still made me stay.
(Maybe I was trying to heal the mess colors left smeared across my heart)
Black showed me there was so much more to my darkness,
How shades of grey told a story,
How the midnight hue told an endless story across that same night sky,
How the white bright stars shone in a new, different way,
Colors had bled me,
But the comfort of black and white,
Of you,
Made me learn to create my own colors,
Shining bright and bold,
Mixed with a touch of your own color pallet.
(Poem about being a single mother)
It started with a simple dream
A single mom, an apartment on the lake
and a blue computer screen
Two Ikea colored filled rooms
Seagulls singing songs in the late afternoon
Just below the balcony on a bed of grass
Unblemished was the set of her new beginnings
But she didn’t know, not while she was living in it
All she had was where she’d been
Her eyes focused on the computer screen
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
He’s got a blue electric motorcycle
and he zooms through the kitchen
Then he swishes passed her swiveled chair
She feels the cool breeze of his creative air
and she just sits there
Gone are the solidified words which so passionately
possessed her just a few months ago
Gone are the concerns that kept her from her desires
The things she couldn’t see through
Not while she was living in it
And so it was born, a plan
Because the dream is all she had in the first place
So off she went left the shore for a temporary apartment
A step side ward, while onward she worked on the side
An old stove full of someone’s lonely past
A broken pool in the basement, a small dark sauna
Not the aqua blue the fresh waves that she longed for
She slept alone and rode the night
Because this side turn produced many of fights
but she needed this as they say, to build character
She followed the tricycle down the path
Where she once walked to find solace on the water front
Which clothed her with the rays
Enough to fill the early morning bike ride to the day care up the road
Her little boy in the back seat singing songs like
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
Beautiful day, Beautiful Day, Beautiful Day, in the neighborhood
Then there came another side turn, and I say side turn
Because when you’ve got goals there are only side turns, no back turns
Then she took a dive because she loves diving into things
Because each flight is a good lesson
She learns that what was once a struggle becomes food for thought
So out of her new soulful encounters she was able to progress
You see finding herself has become her major accomplishment to date
Because it lead her to what truly matters
SHARON MUSGRAVE
Websites/Stores
http://www.sharonmusgrave.com/
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/outflow/id401094345
Let this day passing by in wisdom and strength to someone be a friend be a hero and stand with a goal build your life step by step, day and night don’t lose yourself in lies be honest and fair and don’t pretend Let God fills your path with love and light.
Be a man and you will deserve everything you can be a crowned king let your belief have wings and see, realize what for is your sacrifice does it worth be all of this make a step in new century because you know what you want you feel the pain of the people in the middle ease with a smile only for a while accept no defeat and take deep breath, don’t sleep lead, teach and be the best go on, searching for from the east to the west write down your own history with a dream for victory and mark the time for the first time because you are that special kind with a brilliant mind.
Katarina Jovcevska
Kumanovo,R.Of North Macedonia
Some of her work you can see on:youtube:Katarina Jovcevska”Nobody Like you”,”Inspiring song to change your life” and “Factory of dreams”;facebook;soundcloud”Secret desire and I’m on fire”-Katarina Jovcevska;bandlab,www.macedonia.co.uk
I remember when I was a kid and I used to dream of being a cop
Being in the force stopping the bad guys that rob
Solving all of the problems around the world
But then I got older and I saw a cop shoot a man down in cold blood
He later got on the stand said he was scared
I wasn’t there
But I’m sure when he seen you and that gun paired
That He was the only one scared
It’s sounds crazy hearing a killer saying he was scared
Like they were the one on the other side of the gun
I see situations like this come up all the time
Most officers walk free without getting time
It’s like they just didn’t commit one of the biggest crimes
The worst part is that this is normal to me now
But to some it’s like seeing a unicorn
What you see when you see that uniform
You see a hero
I see someone who likes to abuse their power
Just a bunch of cowards
I can get shot right now and their life will still mean more
Because of that badge on their shirt
It’s always been this way people just cover their eyes while we get hurt
It’s a real life birdbox
If you seen a cop jacking me up because I was walking will you actually help
Or will I just be another victim on the news
Judged because of a crime from years ago
Or because how my hair looked or how my pants were so low
Or judged off height
I used to be scared of the dark but now the police is the only ones that cause my
fright
Scared of getting killed and the reporter justify it because of how I looked
Even if indicted they only get a couple of years
While my sentence wouldn’t let me see another day
I can’t believe that use to be my aspiration
I love the humbleness but I draw the line of boundary.
The darkness completely folded;
He does not know there was a limit inside the box.
I love the sincerity but I let some words often missing.
Outside the window, the music is too loud.
He does not know, only the shadow can bring the numbness.
I love the smile but I give back blank stares —- mostly.
Inside the room full of gold mixed of copy.
He does not know eyes are the genuine smile…
I love sacrifice but I am too poor to buy time.
Back at the car, the dogs fighting for one raw bone
while in four meters away the stray cat enjoying his food alone.
He does not know, inside the grocery store few are only worth it for pancake dream.
I, love being alone.
Beyond the horizon,
Walking, dreaming, screaming, reaching and receiving ——– these.
He doesn’t need to know…
If only you knew
the laps it took,
To find my way out,
of labyrinths in my head.
I was trapped in days so
dark,
attempting ways to escape,
want to get back,
be safe, in my minds maze.
Lost in countless ways,
How many times?
Times after time.
Do you know?
Just how many times,
I have died
while still alive?
It’s not easy, having this,
beautiful mind.
To see the beauty,
in deranged miracles,
They luminate through my
eyes.
To be able to outsmart my
Devil,
Beat me at my own game,
Now I wear this damned
crown,
Watching myself,
I go down on my knees
Singing my own praises,
Loving myself,
embracing my wicked ways.
Backwards I lit my first
cigarette.
Filter for my silent mouth,
Watch how it ignites
Spewing toxic, blue flames,
Straight out of hell.
Still I inhale.
Ill be the first to admit,
I’ve done some pretty
fucked up shit.
All that time wasted.
Incarserated. Intoxixated.
Drugged out. Seduced.
Body Bloody, Bruised and
Broken.
Over and over….
praying for a day it, or I
would end.
Still canʼt recall all the
nights, turned to days,
to weeks, no sleep on
repeat….. Stealing and
Dealing.
Forget to keep dreaming.
Here I am,
still inhailing that cigarette.
My only regret,
Was falling in love,
With the right man.
Only thing left.
Date.Year.
Numbers finalizing,
Timing his breath.
Ashes everywhere.
The only truth in love.
My cigarettes death.
Radio playing.
Times timeless hitlist.
If I could turn back,
My all-time regret,
Was in a moment,
No sooner, or later,
no matter where, I asked
why me? What happened,
Or didn’t, after I met you.
In a restricted hall,
Trying hard to be late,
The clock kept telling me,
I blame it for believing it’s
lies.
I was blind, from not hearing,
The warning from time,
in how we both become,
prisoners starting at walls.
Counting every damn day,
Every impossible way,
Lists on lists,
regret turns to regret,
Wishing for words to pray,
I can’t say, make me forget.
No, I never, I won’t, I don’t
even smoke,
The look you gave me, while
giving to you.
In you, I gave, my first
regret,
that led to you…. Lighting
me up, that last cigarette.
Now the last thing, my only
thing left,
Iʼm smoking alone, not
hearing you say my name.
I’ll never regret, how you
had… that crave,
because of me.
You get a spark off a dead
lighter,
trick is, put two dead ones
together.
Sex, death, celebration,
stress.
Always you’ll see me
smoking.
I need you, not ashes,
you need a cigarette.
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