I’ve got to win, Poetry by Sonya Marshall

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Genre: Inspirational

I’ve got to win by Sonya Marshall

I’ve got to win.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
I’m in last place…
the course lasts a lifetime…but I have no time.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
My opponents are quick…doubt, fear, anger, sadness…
the list goes on…they have a game plan too…
they stick together, blocking my way.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
My feet can’t keep up the pace, so I stumble and fall…
I lay there in tears…got to get back in the race…
my opponents taunt me, keeping me down…
If I lose this race, I will fail.
This is bigger than me, so I’ve got to win.
A hand reaches down to me…I take hold to pull myself up…
On my feet, I hear a whisper in my ear…
“Never Give…

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CORN TREE, Poetry by: Habib Akewusola & Habeeb Whyte

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Genre: Society

CORN TREE

By: Habib Akewusola & Habeeb Whyte

Framing riot,
Impunity on display
Well dressed scarecrow or idols.

Nothing changes
Just faces on currency
Just smiles on fiction

Forced unity,
Forced livelihood amidst agony
Germination of multiple fertile seeds
On a soil I never own nor farm on.

He breaths, for free,
Whose fighting for we?
Albeit, we gave him freedom

Institute of korrupt
By force avenging a curse,
Lick my feet!
The uncommanded commander beckons,
My brother, endure, or you comot, shikena..

Media doesn’t sleep.
As korrupt fights back,
Tricks, venue a battle field,
Casualty are her avid readers
Dead is a believer.
Hope is buried.

So did my corn tree,
Never sight shores of a fertile island
She never grew to glory
The farming masters deemed so….

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FINAL DESTINATION, Poetry by Pavan Datta

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GENRE: DEATH THE FINAL DESTINATION

FINAL DESTINATION by Pavan Datta

All know the truth that Death is the only fact and final destination. Ultimately the final destination is known to all but still everyone keep on living in Illusion that he/she is going to be immortal.

Hard fact of Life is: The final destination of all human beings is either Mortuary or the Funeral place.

This was your only final destination…..

What did you get from your life……

You just wasted your life to reach here….

Your own people left you here alone after putting you to Ashes.

Your own people left you alone after putting you in Grave.

What did your Life had given you….

What did you get from this World….

All the persons on whom you were relying through out your life….

All those persons left you alone in ashes here.

All those persons left you alone…

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YEARNING, Poetry by Kapil Joshi

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GENRE: DESPAIR, LOVE, LIFE, LONGING,PAINFUL, RELATIONSHIPS

YEARNING by Kapil Joshi

a long cherished dream
perceived,protected
through
fallacies of perception…
protected,perceived
by
the walls
raised
through
the fallacies
of
a dumb mind….
an enemy
and
a friend
at
the same time
embracing
the light
of
longing
of
an emblazoned heart
now empty
now full
of
love…
just
another
long cherished dream

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Ground Zero, Poetry by, Melissa R. Mendelson

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Genre: Life, History, Spiritual, American, Patriotic

Ground Zero
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

The subway rocks me asleep,
and I forget.
The city streets shake with noise,
and a million footsteps thunder
against concrete.
And I become lost.
Time ticks by,
and everyone is on schedule.
Nothing breaks their routine,
but I pause.
I stop to remember
what took place
so long ago,
and I see yesterday
standing there
with tears falling against darkness.
And I remember the wave of emotion
that gripped me,
that threatened to drown me,
but I rode those waves
with my pen.
And the city became alive once more,
and we walk a million moments
of our lives,
alive.
But do we still remember,
or is it easy to
forget?

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Tom Cat, Poetry by Barbara Anderson

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Genre:Family, Love

Tom Cat by Barbara Anderson

As a child I loved to play, with the cats at home,
especially the ones that played with me all day long.
One day I was outside playing, when a Tom Cat
happened to stroll my way, “tom cat would you like to
play with me,” and this is what he said.
“I am Tom Cat and as you
know we’re wild as can be.
But for you my girl, since
you love us so much, I’ll
try to control myself.
I like to roam the
streets at night and
especially the alley, but
you my girl have to stay at
home so this is what I’ll do.
I’ll play with you in the day time when your parents
are at home. But be careful my girl, that you do not tell
them, that I’m not a domesticated cat.”
The little girl laughed…

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The Soundtrack to Your First Embrace, Poetry by Kim M. Russell

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Genre: Love, Relationship

The Soundtrack to Your First Embrace

You fold your arms around her

With a whisper of wings,

Your breath in her ear

Like sea in a shell, washing

A distant shore and yet so near.

Your heart gallops,

A startled stallion

Running for cover,

Unsure of your lover,

Holding her with bones that creak

Like sails on a galleon.

Clothes rustle

As your fingers brush her face

In your first embrace.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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Society Poetry: SLYME by Michelle B. Assor

SLYME by Michelle B. Assor

Prime Time!
No time to dawdle or rhyme.
No time to swish this ghastly mite.
No time to flowingly write.
Camera lenses ogle
through the dark eyes of the iPad.
Beware roaming pens…..
You will be chomped and your ink run dry
Bet you didn’t know devices bite like mites.
Slyme!
Pens prepare for your finale.
No more writing rights!

No time to listen to melodic chimes.
Free time demands a puny dime.
Flat faced phones are advanced.
C’mon they are not that smart,
but they sure know how to keep
blushing face to face conversations
woolly worlds apart.

Spaced out…..
Slyme!
Where am I? Mars or the Moon?
Earth is too flat. I’d rather be as high as a kite
Yet I’ve forgotten how to climb a tree to take flight
If time permits I’ll slink the clock,
forego my stinky socks
and try to hurdle that trunk.
I’m salivating for that slimy lime
dangling high from a branch
on some wayward, distant ranch.
It’s begging me,
Be mine, be mine,
Slyme!
No time.

No time to reinvent the mime,
No time to whisper in your ear
“Be my Valentine”
Daytime-Lunchtime-Bedtime
It’s all the same suppressing chime
There is no half time, part time,
Only foolish fulltime

The cat is no longer in his hat
He doesn’t purr
And he’s losing his fur
Who, Who, WHO is Horton?
Looks like his trunk
is severely shortened.
Oh, but I do have one special wish
Yuck, no it’s not a slimy fish
I want that grimy, green grinch
The one who stole Christmas.
He ought to mind his own business.
SLYME!

The grimy, green grinch

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Society Poetry: I WAS FINE AS MARGARITA by Gloria D. Gonsalves

I WAS FINE AS MARGARITA by Gloria D. Gonsalves

I was fine as a wallflower
creating words
in apolitical world.

I rhymed innocence
of my dwellings.
I weaved songs
of many sunnier smiles.

I was love blended
with verses of sunny centres
and new beginnings.

I had no race.
I had no religion.
I had no status.

I was simply Margarita, or
Daisy.

Then I was plucked
and got flung
into a political world.

Now I am something else.

I am slogans.
I am hashtags.
I am protests.

Sometimes
I recall old self
and wave with love.

Most times
I wish they saw me
as day’s eye, or
the beginning of hope.

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Society Poetry: Social Fretwork by Dermott Hayes

I posted a thought,
it flew away
down through dark,
cavernous cyberways,
to bump and grind
with other lonesome thoughts
in the hotbeds of social fretworks.

And worried then
where it might go
unguided, misunderstood
to liaise, frolic and fret
argue, debate
opinionate
in a world of posts,
untethered,
away from me,
gone, awaiting its return,
alone

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