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Read Poetry: OUCH!, by Andrianne Philippou

Ouch…!

This comes as no surprise, you see

I always felt this had to be.

There is a certain path you know,

a way to learn, a way to grow.

For here the road is split in two,

one track for me, and one for you.

So as I walk, my steps unsure,

I stumble slightly, sometimes fall.

And as I struggle hard to stand

and carry on without your hand,

I realise that I’m doing fine.

Horizons beckon, the sun still shines.

The rainbow hasn’t lost its colour,

and so what if the poppy’s pallor

needs a little extra spark, to stir the

meadow or the park?

I know that I will find my way

(despite the tears that make me stray),

by daring to believe my dream;

the trickle of a mountain stream

that flows, cascading to the sea

and finds release, as so will we…

I’m holding on to all that’s real;

the way you laugh, the way you feel,

the way we share a thought, our passion,

a sense that this is beyond fashion.

For how else can you touch me quite,

and know my soul, and fit so right?

For me, this journey holds no fear.

So please, unlock your heart, my dear…

26th April 2008

Read Poem by Oceana

Genres : love, hurt, revenge, spiritual, philosophical

No Right

You have no right to ask how I am
And no right to an answer
No right even to the thought occuring
Or the breath that bore it
That breathed our moment
In vengeful violence
Spitting and seething spite
In dark deluded condemnation
Of everything you claimed once right.

You have no right to the friendship
That you beat up
And threatened death to the life that bore it
But unabashed and unforgiven
You assume it
Say you don’t need forgiving
He was due it
You’re the master and there’s no chance
He could ever do it.

You have no right to claim regret
No right to say you are sorry
When to every other face is a different story
Where malice remains the prince amonst principalities
And you justify revenge with vivid stories
With you as the chosen one
With you enlightened and not undone.

You have no right to claim to see the truth
Or to be it’s living example
To uphold yourself as one of the few
Yet in the face of everything
This is what you do.
To god and yourself you must justify
Delusion that you can’t deny
Only you can answer why
Only then you cannot lie.

FRUSTRATION – Poetry Reading by Patricia Marvin

Poem performed by Val Cole

POETRY 7 questions:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

The injustice that are going on in the black community

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

Watching the nightly news and seeing not just black lives but those who seem to not have a voice; and the many innocent lives taken by the hands of the police and nothing bening done in the majority of the cases

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I’ve been writing for about 12 years.

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

Maya Angelou

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I wanted to see how it sounded being read by someone else.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

Yes, I do. Many of my other poems are spiritually based works.

7) What is your passion in life?

Teaching students with disabilities. I’m a Special Education Teacher.

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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com

Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: John Johnson

Camera Operator: Mary Cox

Read Poetry: MOM’S ANGEL, Ken Allan Dronsfield

She sits majestically atop the Christmas tree

hair of gold

buttons sparkling

dress of white lace

her wings a stunning silver hue

I watched each year

her being placed

with loving care

upon the tree.

My mother standing back telling Dad,

to the left,

now right,

forward.

The years have now come and gone

Mom and Dad have passed away

the Angel sits in her box now

her dress dirty and worn

hair frizzy & unkempt

buttons don’t shine.

Memories are made and then put away

just like Mom’s beautiful Angel

radiance never forgotten

shining so very bright

each Christmas

Read Poetry: DAUGHTER OF THE SEVEN SOULS, by Fadrian A. Bartley

The cloud overcast, and with rain droplets

On the street of gallium valley

Silence in the atmosphere

Except the sound of a noisy boot worn by a priest

Walking swiftly down the wet lonely street

A little book in his hand

Wrapped around it

Is the hanging rosary

Swinging above the ground

With the expectation of something sinister have him surround

Looking behind all is clear

But a priest on a mission seem to fear

Reaching the end of a frightened journey

Begins a chapter of another story

Scream piercing through the walls of the antique building

Looking up to the broken window is the appearance of a child

Dressed in white looking down at the priest

Entering through the wooden gate, then like magic she is no more.

A rushing wind approaches

As the priest force himself through the door

Entering the house of wooden floor

Where the door slams behind, and a horse shoe fell to the ground.

An heart beat echoes through his ears

But courage for a priest without fear

The scream continued up the stairs

Coming from a little girl

With the changing tone of an old hog

Swiftly up the dusty steps the he ran

Bursting through a door of expected event

There’s a child with a raging force, surrounded with elders of seven

Incantation within the forceful creeps

Windows smashed to pieces a voice telling the child go to sleep

In Christ name leave this place

The priest command with a sinister force in a tangled state

Seven elders went up in smoke

A large mirror fell to the ground and broke

With Bloody red eyes the child spoke

A rushing wind surrounds their presence

Trembling forces and the house was shaken

How powerless thy faith, the child utters “you priest must be burn”

Take me not from this body, now is not your turn.

Objects fell and turn up sided down

Even crosses on the wall

Everywhere through the hall

Up to her face he held a cross

Leave this child at all cost

Lips frosted with spit dripping down to her cheek

Multiple voices with sparks of lightening illuminates all around

A rosary in the hand of the fainted priest all scattered to the ground

The priest have failed, but the child remains

Written By Fadrian .A. Bartley

The Bane of Whitechapel – Poetry Reading by Lee A Forman

Performed by Val Cole

Get to know the Poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

Horror / Historical

What motivated you to write this poem?

A documentary about Jack the Ripper.

How long have you been writing poetry?

I’ve been trying my hand at poetry for about a year.

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

Jules Verne.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I’ve written stories for audio drama podcasts and hearing your own work read aloud is very enjoyable.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I have written many short stories, magazine articles, and will soon be publishing my first book.

What is your passion in life?

My greatest passion in life is writing. Always will be.

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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com

Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: John Johnson

Camera Operator: Mary Cox

Escape – Poetry Reading by Farzleen F Khan

Performed by Val Cole

Get to know the poet:
1) What is the theme of your poem?

Drama

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

Watching the documentary leading to Amy Whinehouses’ death

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

Since I was 12 after I received my first diary and got into it actively after signing up for a poetry writing class back when i was a sophomore in 1998 at Western Michigan Uni Kalamazoo

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

It would be Sylvia Plath

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Just the mere thought of having someone else read it for others to hear and hopefully relate to is we inspiring

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

Short stories and copywriting

7) What is your passion in life?

Seeing and encouraging others esp young women to ultimately live their lives to the fullest (put aside their careers, family, issues etc) for themselves first and to experience some form of joy and contentedness going through a journey of creativity whilst witnessing a sense of fulfillment it brings.

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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com

Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: John Johnson

Camera Operator: Mary Cox

INDIAN SUMMER – Poetry Reading by Vihang A Naik

Performed by Val Cole

Get to know the poet:

FFP : Festival For Poetry

VaN : Vihang A. Naik

FFP ) What is the theme of your poem?

VaN ) I was exploring the theme of Summer with reference to India . As against to western poetry cannon of poetry. As you find summer related poetry more romantic which one would not find in India . In India and eastern countries one would find hot unbearable summer which would make you think of hell. The spiritual experience associated with Summer.

FFP ) What motivated you to write this poem?

VaN ) The impulse running underneath the is letting go of physical and realising the spritual.

FFP ) How long have you been writing poetry?

VaN ) I have now been writing poetry since more than three decades .

FFP ) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

VaN ) Dinner reminds me of the last supper. I wish i was with nine Disciples of Christ.

FFP ) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

VaN ) To me poetry is performance as well along with reading it out aloud with certain specific rhythm.

And Festival for Poetry has come out with indescribable idea for performance reading my some one who

for other field of arts. An actor. It is always exciting to see how your poetry gets performed.

FFP ) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

VaN ) I practice writing poetry in Gujarati language ( my mother tongue ) besides translations

I often translate Gujarati language poetry into English language besides my own Gujarati language poetry .

FFP ) What is your passion in life?

VaN ) The ultimate passion in life is to be human. I love this life where we are human beings.

Is it not true that when you wake up to see the world and switch on your television

and you see all nations torn apart and that centre cannot hold …

Vihang A. Naik : Indian poet writing in English. He also writes in poetry in Gujarati and translates from Gujarati into English language. He lives and works in Gujarat, India. He can be visited at http://www.vihang.org

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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com

Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: John Johnson

Camera Operator: Mary Cox

Read Poetry: MOST AWAITED GUEST, by Soma Raje

When will the destiny fix our meeting?

When I’ll reach the table of my most awaited date..

When we will have our very first eye contact

When I’ll actually trust the meaning of fate…

I’m sick of pinch-hitters, I’m tired of being second..

I don’t want any mean eyes around.

Come, crossing them all and hold my hand …

I’ve been searching for you.

Since I thought love exists..

I know you are somewhere around.

Can’t see you because of the cruel midst …

Don’t you worry, I will not settle for lesser

As no one else can be better..

For you, I’ll give my best

As baby! you being my most awaited guest …!

SOMA RAJE

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Read Poetry: PAIN, by Carmen Silva

Category: Pain

Drown, drown, drown in pain

As it floats out of my own soul;

Deep, deep, deep down into the earth it goes

As it pours out my mouth as overflows.

Deep, deep, deep my fingers dig the ground

As I try burying the hurt;

Choke, choke, choke with the dirt, myself can’t breathe

As too deep down I go, I go, I go.

By Carmen Silva

Written Nov. 1st, 2017

Email: carmensilva@yahoo.com

Twitter: @Carmen_Silva2

IG: @carmen_silva_actress

Website: carmensilva.net