Read Poem: Thanks for kind words, by Christopher Hopkins

Night colours, twist their loom
‘round the star white sheer.
All clean, all bright.
‘though eyes are set benighted.

Walking the room, divining for smiles
with those who shared in prayer
who sung a gentle starry hymn
their pale voices thin.

The cherry wood fall with a sense of steer
and the varnish sealed its dreaming grain.
The endurance of the body
is an innocent feign.

We thanked each one for their kind words
sink holes skipped in every line
stumbling with embraced goodbyes
as the breast doesn’t stop it’s giving
the ache of the womb
is the black of the ribbon.

Read Poem: TAINTED LOVE, by Artiz Lee

Your caressing touch

is never too much

with the sweetness of your tongue.

As your fingers crawl upon my skin, feeling you deep within.

Dipped in chocolate,

Rich in gold,

No amount of karats are equivalent

to your worth.

Glazed with elegance,

As your eyes have me mesmerized

As your Opaque beauty

Dazed me as I caress your body rapidly. Sheets tossed like a tornado through Texas.

Everything feels enhanced

Stay with me, give me a chance.

Roadkill feel this aggressive drive,

As I grip those voluptuous thighs,

I realize your ALL woman.

Your love stretches further,

Than any latitude or longitude on this earth.

And your love is forever tainted on my body.

Read Poem: Silhouette’ s Shawdow, by T.L. Walker

I sent upon the sand a dream a night of you.

The ocean it’s dance upon the midnight so blue.

Magic the sea It whispers to me another world

Paradise the ocean vast so deep

Waves they Ponder creeping and so slow at pace.

The flow of the air gently hits my face.

White squalls, a storm to move in pretty soon.

The water so peaceful underneath the bright lit moon.

Come take me in it whispers in my ear.

Your skin upon me speaking to me so clear.

His dark silhouette under the moon,

Tonight will we will forget as waves crash upon us soon.

I begin to walk slowly toward the water I will go.

My body in slow motion to hold him I know.

His back towards me his head to the sky.

His body, his strength, and shoulders broad so wide.

My lips to hold a gentle kiss I lay upon the nakedness of skin.

His salt lips to taste. His arms take me in.

The water to my breast his taste like vintage wine.

Slow, hence forth, in slow motion wine aged with time.

I go under as my breath I do hold.

I swim around his legs from the water up I go.
.
I’m facing him now my hands upon his face.

I gaze in his eyes my heart it does race.

We kiss as we hold our breath.

Our bodies covered with water keep us from death.

Water so blue, pure white squalls no space around us too.

I shiver in the desire burning just for you.

My head bent back you devour your mouth to me.

On my skin your mouth

Your kiss laid on my neck then part my lips for thee.

Chills run through me as the night it lingers on.

Your love it runs through me captured by love sweet song.

You enter me as we look in each other’s eyes.

This ocean at a standstill above fireflies light up the sky.

We moved in rhythm

Come with me

Heavy our hearts, breathing becomes deep.

The sea it calls, Come dance the ocean blue.

Let your waves flood through me no closed gates to my womb.

Upon this and a dream a night with you.

I stare out to the ocean that deep and ocean blue.

I stare out to the ocean and far away noon so bright..

This is just a daydream a dream come true one night.

His dark silhouette upon my eyes I do see.

In my thoughts

my mind

I will believe that he sees me.
Until then I’ll keep breathing

This night of Gods sweet air.

Hear the melody of movement in my rythym of sweet despair.

The waves they splash upon the sand.

Feel the tide move in become one with nature see white squalls turn and then… . .

Take me in

Breathe of what I want to be

My dark Silhouettes Shadow one….. and one with thee.

By T.L. Walker (aka Reina)

Watch the APRIL 2018 Poetry Readings

Performed by Val Cole

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

Poetry Reading: The Girl on the Bus, by Ed Teja

Poetry Reading: Cracks In The Sidewalks, by Irene Leland

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poem: Manifest, by Jimieal Smith

My tears are her tears….yes her tears….but still in the same light…I can’t seem to make hers disappear…nop…..I can’t…..because I lied…..yes I lied…instead of showing affection…my heart put upon another heart…a feeling as cool as neglection…

As her tears fell to the floor…in mind…and heart…I felt helpless to help a heart…grown so sore….for I knew I was the blame….as I look in to the mirror I could only help to see her deep dark brown eyes….a flash of an anniversary and a long lost forgotten time….I ask dear Lord….could I have been so blind?…man….I can’t believe it’s me this time….hurt people hurt people…so I guess I’ll be fine…but I know deep down inside I won’t be fine….I can’t help but to think of the first day…I made her mine….

Between us lied a dead rose…and an empty vase…..what is a man to do?…when a woman has lost her taste….yes…..her taste….when the warmth of tear….is rolling slowly….slowly down the side of her face….to be so close to the one you love…but feel like between you to…lye’s so much space…empty inside I feel…man…cause I love her….but a wall I couldn’t see….I realized…I…had put so many other things above her….

Occupied with money and bills…I put a side her feelings….and man the feeling kills…looking back on it….I could of done so much better….but I let joy after joy past…without the thought…or compassion…of holding this…bond…this joy…this love…this everything….together….

Deep down inside….I know I care…but I question the reasons of…the out side of why…I have left a woman in despair…now I’m in the bathroom…speaking to my reflection as if no ones even there….praying maybe my words…would some how reach her ears…

But they don’t….and she walks away….I’m afraid…with my head hanging low…were the only words I could say….now I’m in tears…and as she lifts her hand…I feel…I should be the one whipping hers away….That day…I wont…ever…forget….for when I stepped out in to the world today….I realize I passed another great test…as a man…I have found….I find…in this special lady…I have my best….I love her….and on that day my love and her love like the bud of a rose began…to Manifest…

Read Poetry: Corpse Girl, by Dan Weatherer

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

Won’t you look at me?

Pleasing to the eye,

Cute as can be.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

With aspirations of fame.

Well versed in the rules,

Of the modelling game.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

Model picture of health.

Presented to your daughter,

As the ideal self.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

You all should be like me.

I’m thin, therefore beautiful,

Successful and free.

Of self-doubt and loathing,

Only I’m not.

I’m fragile, I’m barren,

I’m riddled with rot.

I’m dying inside,

Conflicted, confused.

I feel like a product,

Created, abused.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

A creature of desire.

Or so you tell me,

I call you a liar.

Only I would if I dared,

Or if myself I knew.

Your voices are many,

And we are the few.

Genre – Dark, Mental Health, Peer Pressure, Teen Life

Read Poetry by Tory Edana Talbott

I let the car take me wherever,
Without the slightest of care,
I let the road slip behind me,
And you remained here,
While I was there,
So far from you and the sun,
And its moon,
And the sea.

I had no thought of what to do,
So I cut myself with words,
And I let them bleed,
And bleed.
Not a soul could erase them,
They remained engraved within the year,
I moved the ones who read them,
As they shivered in fear,
And wept salty tears.

And even though we slipped through my fingers,
Staining my palms,
You still remained close and you sang me,
Your song.

You brought me back to face time and its keeper,
You reminded me that love makes you stronger,
Not weaker.

So I took a trip to see a tree,
With glorious lights,
So much greater than me;

I could almost hear the angels sing,
But then I told myself,
There’s no such thing.

But who am I to say,
That God does not decide,
The things we become,
Just before the day we die?

Who am I to call the dreams and schemes,
Of all the demons at play,
Are faked to make the bible,
Just a home for the lost to stay?

The car in which I ride,
Finally arrives,
And I meet my doctor,
For the first time,
In such a long while,
He tells me not to die so young,
Kid, you’re still just a child.

– written by Tory Edana Talbott

(genres: dark, love, inspirational, motivational)

Read Poem: BEAUTY LIKE MARILYN MONROE, by Mantri Mark

You are glamorous, hale and healthy

Tall, beautiful and mind-blowing

A charming face and sparkling eyes

A beautiful parrot nose ǁ

Good ears with a diamond studded rings

Smart speaking mouth with lipstick on

The best structure ever created by the Lord

Smooth and shining lengthy arms ǁ

Beautiful legs similar to Himalayan heights

Walking style out beats any Angel style

When enters a hall full of chattering people

Full of life in the function hall ǁ

Sudden hush foreseen as everyone fell silent

All heads turn to gaze at the radiant lovely vision

Her glowing complexion with twinkling eyes

Long lashes and full smiling mouth ǁ

Mass of swirling way and long hair

As beautiful as like an Angel looking crazy

Always warm, smiling and welcoming

Enjoy discussing the books that she read ǁ

Especially, the intellectually satisfying ones

No doubt, she is from the rolls of Angels

Whoever looked at her, they forget everything

No other go, people admire her beauty ǁ

She is the blessing and a gift

It’s a Nature-Lord joint venture beauty girl

Wonders of wonder is nothing before her beauty

The Lord created this eight wonder beauty girl ǁ

Marilyn Monroe is the one we heard so

She is the replica, a gift from the Universe

Oh! What a beauty, what a style

People faint when such beauties foreseen ǁ

The life is nothing, but admiring the beauty ǁ

Oh! Nature, give me beauty life

Oh! Lord, give me charming life

Oh! God, give me love and affection

Oh! Moon, give me pleasantness

Oh! Universe, give me trouble-free life ǁ