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Whole Life, Poetry by Saoda Reza

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Genre: Life, Relationship

Whole Life
by Saoda Reza

Following the flashbacks
they keep me
alive

remembering the very first time
when you held my hand
when you locked me in your arms
the way I fell in love with your smile
the moment I heard you laugh, I knew
I could travel a million miles to hear your voice
to see the sparkling eyes
to admire your presence
to look at you and tell you that you are my pride
you are my strength and you are me weakness
you are my life and you are my whole world

We had the beginning of something so beautiful
even though nothing remained the same
I am not feeling hollow
I hold you in my heart, as I go on
somethings don’t change with time,
you won’t change for my eyes
my love won’t change
my prayers won’t change
I don’t miss…

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the Cowardly Lioness, Poetry by Ruth Bowley

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Genre: Marriage, love and everything in-between

the Cowardly Lioness
by Ruth Bowley

Pangs of conscience, willows of contrition.
Gilded lilies of guilt.
Reprimanded into submission.

To seek the words I cannot allow myself to say.
To relinquish into your soul…
the gifts I cannot give.
These, these, are just simple plots.
Veiled hand me downs,
and all too familiar way to live.

When you cry my pain,
or
shower my thorns with love.
There is an unkind peace.
There is an ill fitting glove.

But it is right here, at this forever gone
moment in our time.
That I must rise above.
Leave shallow…behind.

In eternity…your charity in me beckons the corners of my mind.
For eternity…your charity in me will beckon the corners of my mind.

Ruth Bowley/Randomwordbyruth.com/4/2016

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Pillar of the Community, Poetry by Monica Helene Thomas

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Genre: Life, Society

Pillar of the Community
by Monica Helene Thomas

Some say don’t blame them they’re just pillars of the community,
Just prominent leaders who speaks up for them,
But others say that don’t mean nothing to them,
That’s a cult, pillar of the community is a new form of highway robbery,
Question then being, who are you investing in?
When you fall short, who then can you depen?
Everyone nowadays are just out for self, they’ll reach the top if only they’ll play their cards right out of the hands they’ve been dealt,
While others on the other hand, lag behind, they’ll stay in the back drop helping others along teaching them how to rise, grind then watch them shine*
With all that being said tell me what thanks do you get?
When you got bullets coming down through your town like a rain shower, who you suppose…

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Weathered, Poetry by Andrew Stump

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Genre: Life, Society, Adventure

Weathered
by Andrew Stump

Evergreen forests mildly sway
Afternoon music speaks a drifting page.
The souls of his parents declare disdain
The voices bend to swift decay.

He packed his bags and went
Without a care for the life behind
Following a paper road map
Written with his piece of mind.

Head west, head west.
As the sun sat muttering.
What’s next, what’s next?
Moon’s eclipsed hovering

Onward, he moves with warmth
Turning keys to unravel doors.
His eyes, stationary
Under the shaded valley
Of conformed tourists.

Has the dream begun?
He digs to the back of wisdom
Way back where the war on war is won.
See the symptoms of a moonstruck victim.

One evening he confronted a perplexed entity.
And instead of hiding in the green, dusty tent,
He followed her through the forest without fear.
And she brought him through.

Remains of the…

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Wonder Woman – Poetry Reading by Angela Cohan

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Performed by Becky Shrimpton

Get to know poet Angela Cohan:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

My poem is titled “Wonder Woman.”

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I want people to feel empowered after reading and watching my poetry.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I have been writing poetry for eleven years.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

One of my favorite poets is Robert Frost.

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

I had previously submitted my work to WILDsound.

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

I mainly write non-fiction. I have written short stories and articles as well.

7) What is your passion in life?

My passion in life is my creativity.

Disgrace – Poetry Reading by Jasmine Fredericks. Performed by Becky Shrimpton

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Performed by Becky Shrimpton

Get to know poet Jasmine Fredericks:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

Passivity, War and Destruction.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

To feel that they can do more than just watch television and be passive to the world around them.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

For about three years

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

Robert Frost

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

I’ve had a good response from my poem and want to share it with others, getting it performed by a professional actor would make it more accessible for people.

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

I’ve written short stories in the past but find poetry easy as it help me to communicate my thoughts and ideas better.

7) What is your passion in life?

Writing, performing, exploring life.
Trying to understand people.

THE GOSSIPING TREE, Poetry by Darren Finlinson

Genre: Family, Rhyme

Taken from Tales Of Hickety Plop. Children’s rhyme written by B.B. Sommers (twitter @TiddleyPump)

THE GOSSIPING TREE
by Darren Finlinson

Right in the centre of Hickety Plop,

Surrounded by every fantastical shop,

A magical wonder for all to see,

Is the one and only gossiping tree.

With bright gold leaves and age unknown,

The silver trunk in time has grown,

From all the tales it’s ever heard,

No matter how strange or even absurd.

With all the news it hears each day,

From all the folks who pass it’s way,

It often likes to talk and rant,

It surely is a nosey plant.

It likes to moan, it likes to tutt,

It never keeps it’s big mouth shut,

No matter who will walk it’s way,

It always has something to say.

When Mrs. Toodle once went by,

The tree had tried to catch her eye,

And laughed at her enormous hat,

And that her bottom was so fat.

Some people smiled at what it said,

Some people scolded it instead.

Now, maybe what it said was true,

But would you like it said to you?

No matter if it’s fake or real,

How does it make the others feel?

A bluebird flying overhead,

Was shocked at all the things it said,

it flew quite fast around the town,

And gathered every bird it found,

The giant flock began to fly,

Way up high into the sky,

And then upon the count of three,

Dropped lots of presents on the tree,

They hit the leaves with such a clatter,

None of them escaped the splatter,

So now the tree avoids such drama,

And understands that it was karma,

it learned that if you can’t be nice,

Be silent or at least think twice,

You never know who may pass by,

And it’s just lucky cows can’t fly.

 

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Genius In Me, Poetry by Thato Pricey Ratlotlong

Genre: History, Identity

Genius In Me
by Thato Pricey Ratlotlong

I intend to reach the universe without losing my soul
I’m the Great Grandson of the Forefathers
Like those four sons who were left by their four fathers
I will claim & protect my birth right
From the East to the West, its dawn then comes night

The soil keeps the flash of those before us
We can’t all speak the so called universal language
Its jewel that brightens up our Africa
Before the sun came to pass.
Trust in your native self, and write the next page

We are caged, by our thoughts
We are lost! We can’t see the Genius in Us
Their tombs are engraved the words that fought
Our weakness
The Pyramids sculptured that which is taught
Our inventions
Fallen Kings, still cry for their kingdoms
They never trusted the Genius in Us

Tremor shook, we stood
Unveiling the thoughts we never understood
Encrypt the codes of poverty
Decode the codes of poetry
Revising the education Africa taught
Regain the genius you lost
I Am the Great Grandson of our Forefathers,
Genes of their Nature is with Me,
I Am the fruit birthed by our Godly Mothers
I have their Genius In Me

– Thato Ratlotlong
Twitter: @Priceythato

 

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WORDS, Poetry by Dillen George

Their words cut.
Their words sting.
Their words hit hard,
And all day through my head I can hear them ring.
They bully me for who I am,

Genre: Rhyme, Bully, Society

Their words cut.
Their words sting.
Their words hit hard,
And all day through my head I can hear them ring.
They bully me for who I am,
They torment me for the things I can’t change;
I wish things would be different,
I pray that life will be rearranged.

At school,
The other kids know that I’m gay.
And they belittle me for it,
Day after day.
“Faggot” I hear as I walk through the halls.
“Queer” I see written on bathroom stalls.
“Homo” they shout as they shove me to the floor.
“Fairy” they scream as they slam me into locker doors.
In class notes are passed,
Notes slanderous to me;
The teachers do nothing,
They just pretend not to see.
On the bus I am tripped,
I am never saved a seat;
This is what I’ve endured,
For week after week.

Once I’m home,
Things really don’t change;
My family hasn’t been the same,
Since they’ve known I was gay.
It saddens me to say,
That it comes as no surprise,
When my own parents won’t even look me in the eyes.
My siblings treat me different,
Too young,
And brought up with too much ignorance to see,
That they cannot “catch gay” from me.

I wish I could show them,
I wish they would listen.
But their minds are made up,
The stigmas have them locked in a prison.
Being gay is part of who I am,
And it wasn’t a choice;
It’s as much a part of me,
As my face or my voice.

Now,
I’ve heard people say,
That things get better;
That people change,
And soon we’ll all live happily together.
Well,
If all that’s so true,
Then answer me this;
Why do my boyfriend and I get beaten,
Should in public we kiss?
Why does a government by the people,
Make me feel ashamed;
And take away my marriage rights,
When all I want to take is a last name?
And finally tell me,
Who are you to decide,
Whether or not I can sit in the hospital,
And hold my partner’s hand while he dies.

Don’t judge,
Don’t bully;
This is what we’ve all heard.
But actions,
They speak louder than words.
We’re told these things,
But they’re never enforced;
Maybe if they were,
My life wouldn’t feel so cursed;
Maybe I wouldn’t feel as though my tormentors were right,
Maybe I wouldn’t have to wait for day,
In a seemingly eternal night.
Yes,
Things could be done,
But seldom they are;
People often talk of extending a helping hand,
But they never go as far.

Oh well,
I’ve said about all I can say.
It’s not like anyone cares,
Or would listen anyways.
If you’re reading this now,
Know that one thing is right;
I’ve been beaten so much,
That I’ve lost the will to fight.
I’ve gone upstairs,
Locked the bathroom door;
I still hear hateful words,
Making my conscious sore.
I drew a warm water bath,
Took a deep breath and took out a knife;
Rather than take more torment,
I’ve taken my life.

 

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Easter Monday, Poetry by Mary E. Latela

I wore my new pink coat, silk, princess-style,

lined with satin and crinoline, to school.

Fifth grader, I pretended my brother,

who also walked, was a stranger,

Genre: Growing Pains

Easter Monday
by Mary E. Latela @LatelaMary

I wore my new pink coat, silk, princess-style,

lined with satin and crinoline, to school.

Fifth grader, I pretended my brother,

who also walked, was a stranger,

And he pretended not to know me either.
 
 

From the left, a mighty little neighbor boy

rushed out like a little rebellious skunk

and he pulled on my coat,

tore the crinoline, pulled on the hem, delicately stitched.

Kids gathered, some laughing, and I assumed they were mocking me.

Finally, the mother came out and shouted,

“Harold! Come in now! Don’t you bother that girl!”

He slumped away. My brother said nothing.

Just as I could feel my breath again, relieved that the assault was over,

I walked into school and my teacher saw me,

asked me what happened …. the only word I could utter was “boy.”

Nosy Peggy filled in the details.

Teacher folded the coat carefully, slid it into a paper bag for safekeeping,

until my mother could use her magic touch to repair the coat,

Stitch by stitch.

I never felt safe again.

 

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