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Read Poetry: CANDLE IN THE WIND, by Bhavini Vijayanathan

Beginning of the end began,

Despairs soared high

Darkness took swift command.

Running where my legs took,

The only sound was the music of my heart

It was harmonic cacophony to my oblivious ear,

But humming now was ridiculous

And I snapped at my heart.

Arrows flew in my path,

Bullets mocked my speed.

A scream pierced the infinity

Though I was too confident to believe it was mine.

My lungs were out of air,

But my heart still humming;

Falling into the deepest pit,

I knew my life was over.

But the end had just began.

I tried to embrace death,

But he ignored me.

‘The candle is burning’, he said with a scoff.

Zillion pains charged,

And adrenaline rushed over my blood.

My heart was humming.

Too tired, I began listening,

‘The candle’, it said. ‘The candle’.

‘Where?’ I asked

My heart hummed again.

This time though, weaker

I called out from the chasm,

I repeated, ‘Where?’

But everything was silent.

‘Hold on’, someone told me,

A cold raspy voice.

 

I opened my eyes in Heaven,

And never had I imagined, 

Heaven to be dark.

I was lost again.

I was miserably broken.

I placed a hand over my heart

And asked, ‘Why?!’

‘The candle’, my heart hummed. ‘Follow the candle’.

I looked around,

And the candle was a long way to reach.

The place shook, and the world broke.

‘Run to the candle’, said my heart, ‘Run in the wind’.

Wings burst out of me

As my heart enclosed me.

I was flying over the infinity;

I was flying over the darkness.

I grasped my heart stronger,

And I reached the candle.

I took it…

…and the light dimmed.

 

‘Why?’ I wailed. ‘Why?!’

‘The candle in the wind’, my heart hummed,

‘The wind blows the candle;

The light is gone-but not the candle.

Be the candle in the wind;

Face the wind and hold on’.

My heart held me stronger.

Smiling, I grasped it

And cupped my hands over the light;

Ready to be the candle in the wind.

Read Poetry: STANDING IN THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF, by POOJA RAJESH

MY DEAR DARK.

Standing in the edge of the cliff,
Holding my heart, beating fast,
Starring at the endless skies
Hoping that this day would be my last.

 

The clarity of my life lost itself…
In the interruption of my tears,
In my inability to face this world,
I close my eyes, allowing the darkness to conquer me,

 

The entity of Darkness in me made me feel,
The bombardment of memories inside my heart,
Making random sounds in my deepest Darks,
That turns out to be a beautiful melody.

 

” The Stupid Me!” I blame myself,
After the realization of the WORLD beneath my closed eyes,
Never had I imagined that,
My Darkness will be this beautiful.

 

Then I understood that……
My Darkness is not the one that which haunted me…
But the one that made me shine,
Like that of the Dark sky behind the stars,
Even though unnoticed , yet doing its job.
Then I open my eyes with Clarity ,
Now my Tears…. all dried up by the wind against me,
Then I look up the Endless Skies AGAIN and say….
” You are ENDLESS and so am I…” 

 

– POOJA RAJESH.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poetry by John Reyes

I’m a Classic.
There’s no masking it.
I’ve made mistakes,
sat in idle,
and threw a fit.

Every morning, noon, or night,
I fed our ferocious appetite.
The need to speak;
were words unsaid.
Imagination knew no height.

I’m a Classic.
Lost in time—long passed it.
I miss you every day,
Mornings, Noons, and Nights.
Forever a memory, a dusty relic.

Read Poetry: Families are the treasures of heaven, by G.B. Smith

Like the warmth of a mid summer’s night,
I have your love for comfort

Shades of lavender arise from the end
of the day as the sun sets over our world

Our world is one where many hearts
can go in safety and feel protected

Your heart is in pain right now because
of the sad news we got about your sister

Come into the safety of my arms and let
my love be your guardian for tonight

Our world is a complicated one
and without the help from each
other it could die

we are here for each other
that’s what families do

With the passing of the night
comes the new dawn of promise
It is ours to treasure eternally

Your love and tenderness are your
angel wings of love and promise

Remembering always
that families are the
treasures of heaven

Sigh

Read Poetry: Think of me, by Romey Norton

I let you fly,

Bon Voyage, goodbye.

Not a tear in my eye, 

after week one went by, 

My heart began to question why.

 

Feelings buried hard in stone, 

an over-grown garden must have grown, 

knocked me dead from my throne, 

You, so happy must have shown, 

a truth inside that made me groan. 

 

In confusion I sit with wine, 

my darling why are you are so divine, 

Without you I can barely shine,

shivers crawling up my spine, 

asking the universe to align.

 

The star you say I out to be, 

Can one learn to be completely free? 

I thought the one would be me.

Dreaming keeps me awake, you see, 

You face filled with glee. 

 

Jealousy is not a trait, 

not one to keep you up late, 

wither and dither you into a state, 

where you cannot appreciate, 

and life becomes an endless wait.

 

Think of me please,

In Cafe’s, in a winters chill breeze,

Do not appease,

Think of me,

For no one was sweeter to you, 

or ever will be. 

I let you fly, 

Bon Voyage, goodbye. 

Across the stars and the seas, 

think of me.

Read Poetry: TREES, by Anwar Jaber

1- The Silent Tree

These birds love the silent tree and like to perch on that bough. You know; the love is unexplained thing but we know it very well. From that lovely bough, the leaves and feathers had fallen with a quarrelsome smile. This was a heavy thing for that tired tree which is filled with sad stories. She always descends to clean the ground from the frivolous feathers. Her slim fingers drown butterflies and her broken heart chants absent songs. I saw her kissing water like my voice which I had forgotten at my postponed beginning.

 

2- Missing trees

I am a wild man knows the animals’ sounds but not pure like them. The bears are neither rough nor brown and the owl is sliver and sees the truth. At that glory, I was smiling in the morning and for many times I was sitting at a lake I didn’t remember its name. Now I am rootless; my small hut had lost its threads and my mantle had colored with forgetfulness. This sharp city had slapped my cheeks mercilessly and immersed oblivion in my memory. I have been crying bitterly since that time where I had saw her. I am crying for my precious trees. I had forgotten my color and my voice. Now I am very sad and colorless and never remember the smiles of my missing trees. 

 

 

3- A Yellow Tree

I am a yellow tree with cold whispers. As a thirsty spike, I am waiting crippled dreams. My streets had been stolen and my brooks know nothing but pallor. In April, the children fly lovely kites while my birds disappear in the mud with motionless souls. Oh my days, here is a wound, please listen to it.

 

 

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Anwar Gheni Jaber (previously Anwer Ghani) is an Iraqi poet and artist. He was born in 1973 in Babylon. His name has appeared in many literary magazines and anthologies (as Anwer Ghani) and he have won many prizes; one of them is the “World Laureate-Best Poet in 2017 from WNWU”. Narrative lyricism and digital expressionism are his peculiar styles. Anwar is the author of “Narratopoet”; (2017), “Antipoetic Poems”; (2017) and other 50 books.  

His websites:  https://anwarjaber.wordpress.com

Read Poetry: WRATH, by Helen Haloulos

To take my hand and slowly tear it

Through your hair and rip your pride

And foolish ways to shreds

To yell and cry until my voice grows hoarse

And I run out of tears

To be angry and not be able to

Let it exit my body

To not let it vent

To trap it

And keep it

And pet it

Until it swells

And bursts

And I leave

Genre: Dark

Read Poetry: The Dawn, by Reginalde A. Abia

(Motivational)

It’s 5 o’clock in the morning
The dawn is nearly breaking
A start of a new day
Another chance, and challenge it brings

What is its importance?
That may bring in your life
Or just passed it at once
For it is the same last night?

As the sun rises from the horizon
Orbits in its usual direction
Moving morning, noon till dusk
Like a man changing its mask

Did you ask yourself as you wake up in the morning?
Or just leave everything in your bed, whatever
Did you thank God for a new day?
Leading ahead in your way

The dawn is a symbol
That dark nights cover the whole
But in a long run, after all
Bright future welcomes you with ardor

Our life has its own dawn
Until we become mature and full grown
Let’s have faith in ourselves, let it blown
For God above, He will sown

Read Poetry: Morbid Deceiver, by Bob Mazzei

Oh morbid deceiver, speak of you this day

Don’t ladies look so dazed, keep yer grief at bay

So you noble gentlemen, of unnatural brave wives 

Lots of wrongs for you, to do throughout your lives

You people on the bastions carrying burning weights

Reaping wheat afield, water cliff, cuts and waits

You brides to count for hours in full turquoise stay

In clotted haze to toil, the servant can’t say nay

Afflicted creatures’ pain to world you sadly take

The worm to kings impresses its badge and its sake

To You the pure breath that the world redeems

Be humankind obliged and blessed be your dreams

Let the guts be wrung, to such a tyrant so cruel

His lying tongue the Human will finally clog and rule

To this universal mockery, slayer asking glory

For indelibly inking with quantity any story

I address now my scorn, right away, I will not bilk

False treasurer your sweat he sucks like a milk

Ay, Lions he starts to dance on the sheep cot

Obsessed like a God by severe laws to rot

You care not of the slave, struck all of a heap

Since his idler master, you can buy dirt-cheap

So that their limbs and bones, you may both swell

By contempt and disdain, and more of your own spell

You to garnish lights of dawn and dusk alike

Out of foamy pride, yet you beguile and spike

Award to weak a power, and memory to the dead

Your vindictive justice for those who haven’t fled

You sink bravery for ungrateful won’t be still

Your bent lovers to kiss you oh dear being of thrill

Ill or the pits you state any life ought to live

Be your sword the canon to reign and to sieve

The Greek artillery in the desert you do murk

And there, the Roman authority religiously lurk

So that ruthlessly the deep night it may cast

And blind the dreamer who dared the cave leave fast

The refined you lead to their glorious grandeur

And hedonist boors to rude craze de rigueur

Ah, You banish the tempter, of war is fond your brood

Your fools and you to rag the earth, way wild and lewd

Warn folks beware at glancing over beyond the town

The gang of thugs at court would make your time drown

Bliss to forgoers, they deserve your abundance

Lo, mercy, peace, and your holy alliance

Human or inhuman, real or unreal? Ah, crowd

Let it have shining abode or macabre shroud

At the fine sewer of civil culture you commend

That the furious plebs want to make it end

Ah, unmindful and insolent, they are to scoff

Let ‘em fall in hands of the austere well-off

Oh, liberal father, fair torment be their luck

Crawling sly king, into the eternal’s gown ye tuck

Yet in a charming daybreak when all chains will go untie

Next to shark gods be left to share grave and woe… Goodbye

 

Genre: Philosophical, Political.

 

By Bob Mazzei

 

Site: punkia.com (my column called The Future Inn)

 

Twitter: @bomazzei