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Read Poetry: BiTs And PieCEs, by Yegon Winston

The clouds were teeming with rain,
And from a distant hut, smoke wafted,
You pulled me close…and deeply kissed me,
Held the moment, with the hands of stolen time,
Your fingers dancing on my skin,
And that was goodbye,
The last whole piece of you,
Left me in the tornado of pain and loneliness,
Where my tears, became one with the rain drops,
And bits and pieces that flowed into the river.

Like that smoke, that in the mist disappeared,
So are the memories of the days we shared,
Like leaves, that fall and by the wind swept,
So are the memories of nights you touched me,
The rattling pieces that my heart is,
Reminds me of days we danced in the sunset by the river,
Now all that is left are bits and pieces that slowly fade.

Well, It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I live in the time forgotten,
It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I make snow angels out of sadness,

And wishes, out of worries and loneliness,
It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I reflect on the darkness that lights my world,
And It’s with these bits and pieces,
That I mould you whole, the best way I remember you

Read Poetry: There is One Shadow, by Hanit Vairagi

There is one shadow..
with known … face..
There is one voice
with,,,, known whisper,,
I know who is around me,,,
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,

There is one touch ,,
with warm soothing ,
There is one song with,,,
known wordings ,,
I know who is around me ,,
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,,

There is one way..
with known ways…
There is one wish,,
with known consequences,,,
I know who is around.. me
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,,

There is one vision ,,
with known facts ,,
There is one faith,,
with known one,,
I know who is around ,,, me
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,,

There is one love..
with one sentiment ,,
There is one connection ,,,
with myself,,,
I know who is around… me
but
I don’t want to believe in
it….

Because I know .. its u
… Kidding with me ,,,
Its u missing me,,,
Its u loving me,,, its living in
me,,
its u ,,
I know its u

Written By
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Hanit Vairagi

Read Poetry: Take No More Prisoners, by JoAnne Macco

https://joannaoftheforest.wordpress.com/

Take no more prisoners.

Teach them the skills

Of their ancestors

Who thrived for centuries

In icy blue waters

Living in freedom

With dignity.

Watch them live wild

Leaping for joy,

For their own reasons,

Not for our entertainment.

Ask their forgiveness

For the depravity

Of their captivity.

Listen to their songs

Rising from the depths

Of the wide ocean

Not from concrete misery.

Learn from their truth,

Untarnished

By human manipulation.

Read Poetry: Essential, by Celeste de Wet

Is this the essence of it all?
Is it the all of what we have?
Is the essence mothers’ loving arms enfolding a broken heart?

Do we always know it all?
Is this the essence of it all?

What is your fact to be?
The centre of this revolving world?
The essential pivot?

Is it our peaceful contemplation of wisdom, the knowledge?
That we are all still students?

Would this be an important detail for future, for present?
Or should it remain in the past?

Is this your essence of it all?
Is this your essential?
Your essence of it all

Read Poetry: WOOD IN THE RAIN, by Kevin Morris

My hair is barely wet 

At all 

And yet 

The rain did fall 

As I stood 

In yonder wood. 

 

The yammer 

Of a hammer 

Reached my ear, 

While the birds free 

Sang to me 

As I touched the flowers 

That know not hours. 

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poetry: Don’t Paint the Roses, by A. Gouedard

she remembered she was falling
reaching for a cake crumb
swallowing a draught
that completely turned her head

 

she was running round the roses
painting red and white
challenging the chess board
to maneuvers in the dark

 

she had a distant memory
of a love that struck a spark
but the tables all kept turning
when he tried to take her hand

 

in the horrors and delusions
that stalked this troubled land
he loved her all the time
but he had lost his mind

 

lovers often lose their way
whether they are sane or mad
all is topsy-turvy
when the news is always bad

 

they race around in shadows
trying to find a light
their dreams become a nightmare
ruining their night

 

but up above the stars shine out
constellations point the path
if only they could both sit down
gazing up at last

 

the roses never needed paint
he knew that all along
check mate only brings an end
to more that can be done

 

lovers only need to sit
and think what love’s about
and forget the silly games
that pull them inside out

Read Poetry: DEATH IN THE SODA FACTORY, by Irma Beridze

We washed bottles, rinsing them in icy water,
We wore high galoshes and our feet got wet,
The other ladies were my mother’s age,
I was nineteen,
And promised myself,
Among the banging of bottles,
And the burbling of water,
“I will not leave you here,
I will not leave you!”

During a break we would take off wet aprons,
Sit at a table,
And either joke or complain,
That the soup lacked salt,
Or they would talk about children,
Relating about cutting fingers on the edge of bottles,
“You will not stay here,
You will not stay!”
I repeat.

The factory boss would usually lay me down flat at the lunch table,
A bald man with a beer belly,
I reached down to the bottom of his sweet bottles with brushes,
He starts to gossip like a brush inside of me,
“I will not leave you here”
I whispered.

Some trade unions helped us in a strike,
We demanded:
A change of management,
And some safe work,
Benefits for missed days,
The dismissal of of the Director.

Standing with heavy galoshes
In water up to the knees,
Being quiet,
Mute,
Was not life,
But death
In a windowless,
Sweetly scented,
Soda factory.

Read Poetry: Keep me off, but Remember ….., by Hira Sadhak

Keep me off from your party of glisten
Sound bit , song ,glass full of red wine
Friends are around, till affluence prolong
in pink world opens all wings of spring
Close the rank, changed all the narration
I will be away from exalted celebration

But remember me , when party is over
Disappeared all terminating you at a corner
When lighting clouds hovering over sky
Summer looming large ,thirsty earth cry
Don’t be pensive alone in autumn silence
To hold your hands, I will be there…

Remember me, if caught by Kalahari cyclone
in search of life looking for morning green
Or if caught in dark mid night lonely Amazon
Or crying for help in sinking boat ocean in cyclone
Volcano may erupt, fire in ice, breaking earth
I will be there to rescue with my last breath

Forget me when you have many to smile
But remember me when your soul cry in silence
I would put my hands on your reddish wounds
I will extend my palm to protect your tears,
Love is not mere a sign of word , yes or no
Life is not only an art of theatre show

Copy right@ Hira Sadhak

Read Poetry: Descant, by Sue Harper

Above it all, that peevish tone,

Sinuous, adroit,

Whispering what we forget:

 

“Come rain, come shine

I am here

 

Come bud, come bone

I am here

 

Come dearth, come foison

I am here too

 

O learn my harmonies, my

Ruthlessness, my 

 

Change”

 

 

 

 

(Sue Harper)