Darking Poetry Reading: my dear ghost by Kristen Corbisiero

Poetry performed by Geoff Mays

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

The theme of this poem is the past and the many ways it can creep back up on us, mainly when we least expect it. It portrays the past as many things (a lost friend, an old lover), but each make it difficult for the speaker of the poem to move on and let go, and they continue to struggle until the speaker finally realizes the the past is something that cannot be changed, and while it will always be there, no matter how smothering it may be.

What motivated you to write this poem?

The motivation for writing this stems from the need to go back to old, toxic habits and expecting them to have changed. To keep trapping yourself in a time or place or person that is not good for you, until the day you realize that you had drowned trying to make it suit your needs. Particularly, I had an old flame in mind writing this, and he was never any good for me, but I had thought time would have changed him, though I was proven wrong.

How long have you been writing poetry?

I have been writing poetry since I was about 13, though it was much simpler and straightforward.

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

If I could dinner with one person it would be Dante Alighieri, if only to know what made Beatrice so special.

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

I am interested to see how others view the words I write, and how many different meanings, thoughts and images can be provoked by a connection of words and phrases.

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

I mostly write poetry, but I do write short stories, flash fiction and creative non – fiction.

What is your passion in life?

My passion in life is to one day be able to touch a person’s life through the words I write and to be able to better understand human nature and its complexities.

Dark Poetry Reading: The One eyed Child by Phil Boiarski

Poetry performed by Geoff Mays

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

The cruelty of children, the fragility of light.

What motivated you to write this poem?

An incident from my childhood. I witnessed the aftermath of the

How long have you been writing poetry?

For more than 50 years.

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

Blue Collar Poet, Philip Levine

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

I thought this might be suitable for a dramatic reading

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

I have written and published fictions, essays, plays and performances.

What is your passion in life?

Travel.

Dark Poetry Reading: The Waiting Room by Richard Rensberry

Poetry performed by Geoff Mays

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

The theme is media propaganda and prejudice.

What motivated you to write this poem?

We live in dark times. I was sitting in my dentist’s waiting room and this obnoxious TV person was spewing vindictive political attacks as news. People were sitting there watching and listening as if this person’s biased opinions were somehow important. I found it absurd that anyone would take this guy seriously and wrote the poem.

How long have you been writing poetry?

I have been writing poetry for 52 years.

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

If it was in the near future I’d have dinner with Donald Trump because I want to help him succeed. I have many valuable ideas.

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

Your preconceived came into my sphere of influence on that particular day so I sent the piece in.

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

I write all the time. I am a children’s book author. I have published several books including poetry.

What is your passion in life?

I live it. Everything I do is a passion.

Dark Poetry Reading: Whiskey Vagabond by Jeff Brugger

Poetry performed by Geoff Mays

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

Love/Addiction

What motivated you to write this poem?

Sadness from My Heart, I was Going through a very Rough Time.

How long have you been writing poetry?

Only 3 Years

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

My Hero Jerry Garcia from The Grateful Dead. God Rest His Soul. His Spirit lives on & a Dinner with Him would be absolutely Incredible

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

The Experience to Hear My Words be Said by a Actor. It’s an Awesome thought.

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

I write Songs, I used to Write Short Stories in School. I I Just Write when I’m in the mood to

What is your passion in life?

Music Hands Down. Music is My First & Only Love.

Dark Poetry Reading: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW by Eve Noel

Poetry performed by Geoff Mays

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

The evolvement of the spirit from hate through the belief in hope.

What motivated you to write this poem?

Stemmed from my own personal experiences in life and love.

How long have you been writing poetry?

I’m a screenwriter and have felt an urge to express myself through poetry. This is the third of many more to come.

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

Certainly not my enemies. On a more serious note, I guess that would be my deceased Father that I never met. I understand that he was a great orator, lawyer, and writer, as I believe that I have received one of his gifts.

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

I had an award winning screenplay performed by Wildsound and there is nothing more exhilarating than to bring words to life through voice.

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

To date, I have been a quarterfinalist, finalist and winner from numerous screenplay competitions writing features and shorts.

What is your passion in life?

At this twilight of my years, my desire and passion are to bring life to my characters in whatever genre they are portrayed.

Grandma, Poetry by Emily Sneed

 
Genre: Family, Funeral, Death
 
One more year, one more day,
I wish I had one more chance to tell her the things I couldn’t say.
All the memories, all the laughs,
Now your life is remembered with photographs.
Only the good die young but he took you too soon,
I want one more night of us talking under the moon.
I know you’re in a better place,
I just wish it wasn’t this way.
 

 

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Sedona Noon, Poetry by Cliff Smith

 Genres: Death, Funeral, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Love, Motivational, Philosophical, Redemption, Relationships, Religion, Song.

 Life is so fine here on the line till you cross over.
Lose your mind cause you can’t find your four-leaf clover.

You’ll discover another lover and feel it inside.
Find your mother, love your brother, don’t run and hide.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro Sunset.
Sing a tune, make love in June, and have no regret.

Feel your worth, measure its girth, trust your value.
From your birth here on this Earth, your spirit shines through.

Living right with all your might, you try to be true.
Turn off the night and seek the light until it blinds you.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro Sunset.
Sing a tune, make love in June and have no regret.

The flowers bloom, there’s lots of room to reach the sky.
From the womb straight to the tomb, the clouds they pass by.

The mountains rise before our eyes
It’s what we seek to reach the peak.
When all is said, what’s done is done, the words we speak…

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro Sunset
Sing a tune, don’t leave too soon, and have no regret.

When it’s the end, feel it spin, it’s all behind you.
Take a leap, it’s yours to keep, now follow me through…

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro sunsets.
Sing a tune, make love in June and have no regrets.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro sunset.
Sing a tune, make love in June, don’t leave too soon and have no regret.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro sunsets.
I sang a tune, made love in June, I left too soon, but have no regrets.

 

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The Angel of Neverland, Poetry by Jeffrey Brugger Jr

 genre: Love/Fantasy

I knew this beautiful girl when I was a lost boy. A beautiful girl like those you see in those paintings. My first love. My first feeling for a another person.

She was a pretty girl who stole my heart when I was a young boy. She wasn’t from Neverland. She flew here from some place far away. She showed me what love was.

That was years ago. A few nights after she left the angels took her away while she was asleep. Now she flies above the clouds & when the stars are shining bright some nights I see her face in the stars. One day I’ll join you above the clouds.

 

 

 

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GATEWAY TO A NEW WORLD, Poetry by Coni Koepfinger

Genre: Enlightenment

as I enter the Temple
I recognize familiar faces
resonating energies
conforming to reform me
so I may move on the next level
vibration of enlightenment
sustained to call me to service
frequencies of others worlds
yet all multiples are one
within the singularity
and multiplicity of meaning
now between dimensions
stars glistening in the abyss
points of reference for reflection
i see a universe
within the heart of my own being
fractals of passion pouring forth
physically from within
alerting me to new meanings
of creation of creation of creation
creating reality within one world
creates the existence in all
for all impulses of divinity
are threaded like diamonds on a strand
worn upon the neck of time
my soul feels restless longing
for a playmate in the singularity
logic disappears and is irrelevant here
the endless reality must intersect
to manifest the intersection is to
manifest the self in between
the intersections of the others
which are all part of the one

 

 

 

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Wild Trumpasaurus, Poetry by Matthew Scott Harris

 Genre: Life

Trumpasaurus extinction iz a cockamamie rumor gone wild
thee above mentioned puckish, quasi-roguish, scarily threatening
utterly vainglorious wicked yikyak decreed donnybrook con
Vince singly fostered and feigned (with assistance from the grim reaper)
his deathly hallowed demise, though all the while in reality
donning himself with requisite accoutrements (such as coiffed,
colored, and cosseted image) as most terrible lizard and/or doubling
to play in a contra band one foo fighting doobie brother, sic:
wild arse beastie boy known to roam terrestrial firmament,
whose ego throve on moost pernicious incubated fabrications,
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Confabulations, and adulterations (hijacking thru nay saying
scientific rubric) especially factual evidence (sh…Keep
the following on the QT) monstrosity runs amuck disguised
as the beefy size oscar wilde sabotaging viz hiz eccentricity,
the basic fabric, and lyric swan song with refrain of i.e.
e pluribus Unum, that rallied generations of folks wild
with fortitude thus, this huzzah bin feels imperative mission
to broadcast this missive to exclaim vis a vis, this handy dandy
blues clues fierce some infant terrible will upend long entrenched
democratic theory, (loosed from forefathers – centuries ago
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As a wild and crazy idea fixx) will bid a permanent catastrophic
bed dee bye boo to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
sans faux tricked putative death complete with the funereal
trappings rigged to eliciting truth to power, sans foursquare
contrived extinction reeks foul, and pea brained reptilian
deigns to o’er shadow (donned incognito as a dapper
democratic dilettante) scrapping the declaration of independence
and constitution with wild eyed excitement, he invites
Vladimir Putin to join ranks so together these free ranging pals
can hinder peace on earth, foment wild pandemonium, and define
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A greater giving a more harrowing definition as persona
non grata amidst the legendary legions that comprise panoply
of cut throat rogues night gallery thee unnamable overlooked
jabberwocky inscrutable hoax genii us wrought wish (with a
whoosh) to manifest as crude dude exude ding sinister
specie savors supremacy and floods the market with
gewgaws of his likeness (gamut of gnarly guised gizmos,
and game pieces life size or miniature model available
at sundry department stores wherever schlocky plastic
model toys sold)popular trapping of childhood imagination –
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imbued via vainglorious ventriloquist inciting fiendish cry
such kiddy paraphernalia forever a top selling plaything
snapped off shelves leaving allocated space bone dry
since time immemorial dinosaur makeshift gewgaws
did cap cha ominous jaws, and populated fertile land
of cave dwellers whereat swaddled kinder babes bellowed
believable farcically feigned ferocious fabrications
foraging bankrupt foretold foreclosure to espy real McCoy
perhaps assembled from mud, rocks and sticks
voicing noisome predators snatching innocent prey –
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Ripping to tatters and shreds unlucky victim rarely escaping
in fizz hicks of time – witnessed first hand proof positive
how me came that close (pinch thumb with index finger)
telly tubby simian snack aye haint fool’n witch cha,
nar doth this medieval troubadour –spin a yarn
approximating verity of nasty Hobbesian brute
trumpeting fiercely bruited his bombastic buzz hard
carrion feed small fry to Golgotha donning topface,
could dice in a flickr emulate, and twitter
ring one excited live hotmail riding Pegasus,
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While those in his Isis Petsmart warpath
on outlook to avoid get linkedin, per imp (of
the pervert) pale’n maws simultaneously masticating
and able to shutterfly hither and yon, to and fro rousing
seditious rogues gallery of reprobate ruthless minions –
ruminants to become apprenticed fired up en mass thru
the art of the deal vis a vis venal pet peeves (pygmy male hominids),
who revered his racially stirred debacle while straddling
as a humungous towering Taj ma hill, he pill or reed
like lex lucifer usurpation, whence auld dish diehard
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Don nah sore dominated as demented species, thus,
he didst not perish from this earth boot yielded wild
hest emperor – elected by the peephole,
four the pea pull, of the peep pill.
 

 

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