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Read Poetry by Gary Lee Thompson III

I see the world through my eyes
wondering if this is all a disguise
Religion seems to hate and divide
So I take a step back and look from the outside
As my thoughts begin to surface
I looked deeper for our purpose

The messages all seem the same
Religion is within us, so I claim
So I it’s OK if you have a different view
I just thought I’d write this for a few

So if we can acknowledge others views of the Savior
One by one we can begin to change our behavior
We were told that Jesus was crucified
Yet still many good people have all died

As I feel the energy within my soul
An army of one is my life’s goal
A higher power, i feel that most truly do believe
So The second commandment is what I perceive

It’s time to tear down these barriers of hate
Unified together as one with no other fate
Hope joy gratitude and do not forget love
Similar messages are being sent from above

Trapped as if we are playing in a game
Where all that matters is money and fame
The world blocked out my mind comes clear
I hear “Be still and listen” but have no fear
The message received, I must comply
I close my eyes and breathe a short sigh

As I awaken and become more aware
Unity, not war is what we must declare
With the world looking brand new
I slowly realize this is what I must do
Lets go because it’s more clear than before
Take thought with me so that we can explore

Different characters I feel we all play
Depending on what face we put on each day
The news, tragedies, and terrible events
We head from all our governments
Take a look inside come on let’s go
If we quiet the mind so does our ego

Turn on the news and don’t you fill Eery
So is it true or a conspiracy theory
All that we know is what we are told
So this line of questioning is what I unfold
This message is not a truth or dare
One nation under God let’s finally declare

If only we could become one powerful community
Maybe no matter our views we will find immunity
All of us masked with the different face
When everyone is just looking for Grace

So let’s start thinking outside the box
The walls come down and off come the locks
We are all one and unique
So the truth is all that I seek
Start to pay attention and you will see the signs
Hidden around us with different unique designs

This message is not to stir up Any hate
Just a different view which we all can relate
It starts formed for the sole purpose of unity
It’s time to come together, let go of scrutiny

This message is now coming to an end
Intuition tells me there’s more I’ll send

ABOUT THE ABOVE WRITING:

WRITTEN/SPOKEN OUT BY GARY THOMPSON III ON 3/17/18 I TALKED DURING DRIVE and SIRI TYPED. UNEDITED. TITLE after discussion of this on the phone was titled “Blackout” by Andrew Bryant.

ODD UNPLANNED BUT FELT COMPELLED LEAVE UNEDITED AND TO SHARE SINCE I DONT WRITE POETRY BUT JUST RANDOMLY PAUSED AND TALKED AS MY PHONE TYPED ON RIDE TO FAYETTEVILLE and I CANNOT RECALL THE WORDS AND SOME OF THE TIME WHILE TALKING THIS OUT…

I DO LIKE THE MESSAGE AND FEEL DUE TO SITUATION TO SHARE! SOME WILL LIKE THE SHARE AND SOME NOT! INTERESTING

Read Poetry: On The Gates Of “Heaven”, by Shahbaz Khan

Is there where the gentle breeze blows?
Is there where the sparkling river flows?
Is this where Cupid hides?
Is this where happiness resides?

Nay, this is where storms rage!
Nay, this is where floods cause carnage!
Nay, this is where Orcus slays families!
Nay, this is where sadness causes casualties!

But I was told this was Eden,
That this is where food and wine are laden!
And I was told that this was where my sorrow ends,
Where the stream is clam, and there are no more tight bends.

Nothing but lies you speak about,
Happiness is a hoax, in that there is no doubt!
Deceit in the world is in plentitude,
There is only gain and loss, no favor and gratitude.

I hope in my heart that you don’t speak the truth,
That there is good, and not just poisonous fruit.
Though my mind knows I hope in vain,
Without my hope, all that will be left is pain.

Pray all you want my foolish acquaintance,
But there is no endless feast, no angel’s dance.
I am the Devil, and I speak the truth!
Is this barren land not enough proof?

It is, but I dare not accept this,
That heaven is none, and the Devil is all there is.
Tell me you lie, that across is where moonlight will shine,
A place serene, a land divine!

In your death you remain a believer,
But there is nothing but my fire, I alone give, and I alone am the receiver.
Inferno is all that is, and ever will be,
There is no God, no heaven to see.

I submit, my faith is yours,
I was fooled by religion, and the con-men’s folklores.
In “his” name I ate and slept,
Oh! What an ugly hand I’ve been dealt.

Fear not, for hell isn’t what they told you!
There is a fire, but to you, no harm it shall do.
It burns those who still walk with blind faith,
The fire is only their own wraith.

But then how are you any different?
From the God you resent?
You are Him, you are the same,
Enough lies! Stop this game!

I do not have people bowing down,
I do not give false hope, only to leave a frown.
I do not have books and monuments in name,
I do not want credit, for I nothing to meddle in your “game”.

You are right, and I know that too.
But to leave all my faith is something I cannot do.
So burn me in your flames, but I can’t let go.
No matter how much proof you show.

Then burn till eternity in this fire.
You chose this over dance and lyres.
The fire will devour you and your soul.
You’ll burn and heal forever, and you bones will be used as coal.

Genres: Devilish, Faithless, Lost Hope, Mythical, Theological

—
Shahbaz Khan
thelonelypoetnet.wordpress.com

Read Poetry: WAS…, by Claudia Wallace

For a brief moment
skies were blue 
cars so arranged 
on weekend visits

subtle talks over coffee
old movies firing up love
play was the plot for the day
desire entered into it

children sleepovers 
called out for pizza 
chilled wine slowly sipping
feeling the warm rush of you

Sunday preparation 
departure off to war
flight 1010 to New York 
children in a tearful tow

returning home 
your scent lingers 
that somber space
such dead silence
 

For a brief Moment 
skies were blue 
cars so arranged 
on weekend visits… 

Read Poetry: THE AIR, by C.S. Jones

Before there were rolling fields
Sprawling from Eastern to Western
horizon’s eyes
Before there were jagged cliff shields
Falling deep, keeping us from water churns
Beneath birded skies
-there was the air.

Before there were colors splashed
In raining jungle mazes
And shaded tree canopies
Before birds nested in twigs and leaves meshed
On heights lower than Mount top hazes
And living things made living copies
-there was the air.

Before we feasted on beasts
And on the birth of the earth
Or when the wild ate us too
Before we had more and least
Or gold measured worth
And man came in many a hue
-there was the air.

Before tongue sounds told lies
And there were good and bad books
Crafted from dreams or daydreams
Before we could blame or despise
Our gods for our luck or looks
And mirrors told what seems
-there was the air.

Before stars sparkled against the black
Night and their scatter was read
For the signs and spells
Before our strength was in our backs
And wholly men stood in holy stead
With their head in prison cells
-there was the air.

Read Poetry: ALONE, by Stephanie Ann Annis

Alone in the dark of night
No thoughts of a future in sight
Life is drab and thoroughly sad
So scared of the things daily life brings
No longer part of the grind
Feel like I’ve lost my mind
Darkness abounds
No friendly faces around
Wondering with fear
What criminals are lying near
Preparing weapons
Kitchen knives and Teflon
Thinking, a gun
I should have bought one
Wondering in my heart
Why this fear life imparts
Knowing its clear
This weirdness developed over years
As I struggled and fought
Learning control we have not
Though, we strive to present
This perception of strength

Read Poetry: Scaling, by Joan Livingston

Hopefully, you are spiders, 

scaling streams of silk along the beams of this poem.

If this were the airiest house,

a poem without borders,

a building without roof

but with a wall high like teak trees hard and tall in East India,

walls fourteen thousand feet high or more,

you could climb them.

The younger spiders can 

and what is younger but ambition.

The old are drunk enough with tiredness 

to know it doesn’t matter

this rushing and doing,

this climb.

That death takes care of it all 

in its precise mothering

by pushing us out of this life

to float on currents thousands of miles to the next.

Read Poetry: MORBID DECEIVER, by Bob Mazzei

Morbid Deceiver

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.

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

Twitter: @bomazzei

Read Poetry: A Good Workout, by Bree Rommel

Do not look!
Thou shalt not look
I daren’t even cast a curious glance
At the odd creature with a perky ass
That walked into my gym at five o’clock,
Of course – the cursed spinning class.
I must not look, I shan’t submit –
My brain is pulsing with the healthy beat
Of lust and life and them combined
Treason, treason of the blood! the old Bard states proud
I’ll have that lying, cheating head –
– Between her toned legs at once, the Scottish dialect declares
Duffy! Be quiet. Not here, not now, not on this damned mat.
My slimy body drips deceit –
Bend over, cheater! Millay screams.
Embrace the treason:
Love and other abstract nouns
Make very little reason
To displace one’s dissatisfaction
Upon the undeserving, soulless steel.
I sigh and do as I am told –
Amidst the chaos, one thought persists and rises above all:
I beg of you, my nameless, bald beloved,
Please fuck me hard against this wall!

Genre: Cocky, Funny, Sexy

Read Poetry: New World Shakespeare #1, by Rishabh Parmar

New World Shakespeare #1

Thou art love. Thou art warmth

Thy life is mine, my heart is Thine

Oh my love! doth you feel my fondness?

My puissant desire for you is limitless.

– Rishabh Parmar (Author and Poet)

Watch the MARCH 2018 Poetry Readings

Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Poetry Reading: The Fisherman, by Robin McNamara

Poetry Reading: If You Could Fix Me, by Melissa R. Mendelson

Poetry Reading: Tears For You, by KG Petrone

Poetry Reading: 03:00, by Selah J’ne

Poetry Reading: Fell In Love With You, by Kathy Scott