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What If?, Poetry by Anabel Gonzalez

What if the world saw kids through our eyes?
Will they see successes in disguise?
What if they saw diamonds in the rough?

Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?
What if the focus was not on the test?
Would it be enough to just do our best?

Genre: Education, Political, Life

What If?

by Anabel Gonzalez

What if the world saw kids through our eyes?

Will they see successes in disguise?

What if they saw diamonds in the rough?

Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?

What if the focus was not on the test?

Would it be enough to just do our best?

What if there was really nothing to measure?

Will we ever find that hidden treasure?

What if we could tear down classroom walls?

Would we teach at the beach or at the mall?

What if the computer could take the lead?

Would it make teachers obsolete?

What if we stop trying to find fault?

Could we find a remedy and stop the verbal assault?

What if differing viewpoints we could try to see?

Could we agree to disagree?

What if we taught kids to care for the least of these?

Would it be as important as learning ABC’s?

What if we stopped asking the hard questions?

Will we address the issues of education?

What if we stopped asking why?

Could we really turn a blind eye?

What if everyone could catch a glimpse into our world?

Will they be able to see that precious pearl?

What If?

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Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana, Poetry by Nalini Priyadarshni

You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!

Category – Romantic

Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana

by Nalini Priyadarshni

You call me jaggery lips

though you have never sucked on

golden blob of sweetness

and have no idea about its taste

only a vague memory of

something you had sampled in Mexico

made of sugarcane juice

Sweet and fragrant!

Maybe you have forgotten gulkand

in your post dinner paan with silver foil

after a long day of sightseeing

in the heat and dust of Benaras

that started at Ghats and culminated

at the silk shop where sitting midst

thousands of pieces of fine silk

you picked golden Ganesha on black

my favorite god whose figurines I collect

A coincidence you would say

of course, like countless others.

Sipping ice cold water under the droning fan

browsing through vibrant silk pieces

each more beautiful than the previous

with no intention to buy any, after the

oppressive heat of the day you had spent wandering

the streets of the ancient city with your juvenile guide

you picked my favorite god to take back home

India you did not pack in your backpack

lodged itself beneath your nails

flowered as a trident on your palm

to unfold in the folds of your skin

in the twilight of ‘beaver state’

Thronging with love, gurgling chaos

it nestles in the crevices of your soles

You now return to me in myriad pieces

I stow away at the back of my lingerie drawer

run my finger along their edges listening to Beatles

try to put them together in sultry afternoons

let lusty mangoes seduce me into thinking

we can find a way to turn the clock around

and find nirvana in slurping their nectar

Author info- Nalini Priyadarshni is a poet, writer, editor and amateur photographer. Her work has appeared at various international magazines and lit journals including Up the Staircase Weekly, eFiction India, Mad Swirl, Crescent Magazine, The Riveter Review, Writes & Lovers Café, The Gambler, Camel Saloon, Earl of Plaid, CUIB-NEST-NIDO, and The Open Road Review, Phoenix Photo and Fiction, Undertow Tanka besides numerous anthologies including Resonance, I Am Woman, Awakening of She, Art of Being Human etc. She lives in Ludhiana, India with her husband and two feisty kids. Her first solo poetry collection Doppelgänger In My House is expected in 2016.

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Morning’s Music Never Dark, Poetry by Dr. Todd Harris

Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus

Genre: Nature and Music Poetry

Morning’s Music Never Dark
by Dr. Todd Harris

Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus

Wondering flowery questions steep
Curiosity’s tendencies’ garden lorus
Waking’s unpredictable flying words
Dropping puzzling notion feats

Daylight’s opening Music beckons
Closed windows open daffodils
Sunup conducting finch wings largo
Grasshoppers duetting butterfly trills

Yesterday calls darkness piccolo
Answer-hosted soils deeply reckon
Confused vanities’ unwanted cargo
Draperies outstretch windowsills

Evening flutters land high limbs
Practiced breath lights unrehearsed
Clock ticks birth surprising seconds
Sunflower seeds grab birthday winds

Hummingbirds wing workaday’s trims
Breeze-music fills sky’s empty purse
Hope-clouds cover midday’s beckon
Tragedy re-sculpts life’s bearing grin

Cats purr quiet just-kidding notes
consciousness bears arriving-blooms
Eve-Idled petals vein wrinkled flowers
Darkness crumples creased art paper

Feet sketch carpet’s walking caper
Knees knock stepping’s empty room
Wonder irons confusion’s coat
Mystery freshens dreams’ open hour

Rising tides overfill lazing eyes
Sound intrudes Id’s empty hall
Climbing-ivy conquests wailing’s wall
Static dust-draws filamentary skies

Unstressed silence hinges cedar ties
Imagination’s rested rabble calls
Words’ sleepy chrysalis worms recall
Worlds’ anxiety weaves fresh surprise

Sunrise taps slumber-tarnished peaks
Calico sweeps sleep’s open door
Vanilla crafts weepy eyebrows’ furrow
Farmers tightly cold-swaddle palms

Pillows clear winter’s staging burrow
Gravity ties shadow’s unkempt floor
Atmosphere poses morning-speak
Novelty cradles crickets’ Psalms

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Tales of a Time Traveler, Poetry by Aditya Mankad

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

Tales of a Time Traveler

by Aditya Mankad

I sat on the sands of time,
Watched the past go as if it wasn’t mine.
And I waited for eternity; just to see,
See the future where you’d be with me.
I heard the songs of dreams as I waited,
And glued my eyes to the horizon as I fall asleep,
But woke up just in time as I had promises to keep.
I was touched by love,
And it burned me hard,
Made me invincible and left me scarred.
And now I won’t fail to mention,
How I still miss you; event in the Nth dimension,
And I realize it now,
How it has always been,
Me falling for you;
You being the red for my blue.
Me feeling the pain;
All seems as right as rain.
I realize it now,
as it makes my stomach churn;
as I long for another scar,
Another burn.
And I hope that there comes a day,
When,
leaves turn brown,
sun shines,
and the sky is all blue,
I would be right where I belong,
With you.
But until then,
I must do what I do best,
Go down the road,
Feared by the rest.
The path itself is the parchment where we wrote,
Wrote the stories of us both.
And our footprints became the ink,
Which can even make the stars sink.
What shall I do now?
Should I wait?
Should I go and tell our tale
and let my promises fail?
Or shall I wait and wait,
and wait,
And keep faith the fate;
Let the world forget who we are,
Wait till you come to give me another scar.

Blog: https://thecheesyengineer.wordpress.com

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Innovation by Trasha Nicole Hickman

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ATONEMENT, Poetry by Orok Duke

She poured out her mind thus:
My dream came true,
As the way I do
Everything with you,
No one else will ever do –
Then we caught a cold.
So, let us grab another day
To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

<B>ATONEMENT

(For Ako and Antigha)

by Orok Duke</b>

She poured out her mind thus:

My dream came true,

As the way I do

Everything with you,

No one else will ever do –

Then we caught a cold.

So, let us grab another day

To drive this matrimonial acrimony away.

On that chosen day,

A day that was gladsome and gay,

They found time to be alone,

For them to review and atone.

Later that day,

Towards the midnight hour,

I overheard, ”Can I join you?”

And a reply, ”Of course, love!”

Then: smack, muffles, giggles, kisses and some other

Unrecognisable but hushed sounds,

Came from their Honeymoon suite.

They slept peacefully after.

She drifted back to memory lane,

To when she heard him for the first time:

The sonorous, but guttural voice

And that familiar scent of smitten lovers,

Wafted slowly and overwhelmed the room,

Reminding them of those blissful days –

The way they were,

Their idyllic days in Obio Usiere.

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Read the best of NEW Poetry

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Read the best of NEW poetry from around the world

A NIGHT ON THE TOWN OF PARIS, by Emaglaw
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/a-night-on-the-town-of-paris-poetry-by-emaglaw/

MOUTH ME, by Wendy Norman
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/11/18/mouth-me-poetry-by-wendy-norman/

SIMPLICITY, by C Denyce Ward
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/simplicity-poetry-by-c-denyce-ward/

THE AMAZON IN SEAT 20c, by Jeremy Ruane
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/the-amazon-in-seat-20c-poetry-by-jeremy-ruane/

WARP MESSENGER, by Stephen Karnaghan
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/warp-messenger-poetry-by-stephen-karnaghan/

SCRAPS OF A LOVE LETTER, by Patro
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/19/scraps-of-a-love-letter-poetry-by-patro/

MY JOSEPH MY JAM, by Adrienne Miranda
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/my-joseph-my-jam-poetry-by-adrienne-miranda/

DISMAL, by Sonya Devyatkin
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/dismal-poetry-by-sonya-devyatkin/

MOUTH ME, by Wendy Norman
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/11/20/mouth-me-poetry-by-wendy-norman-2/

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A Night on The Town Of Paris, Poetry by Emaglaw

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Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme

A Night on The Town Of Paris:
by Emaglaw

Fall down, lay low and pray,
The delay of the crowd is blinding.
Fall down, lay low and pray,
Realized fear is now arising,
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
My God the Blood is Spraying.
Fall down, lay-low and pray,
The delay, to Reload, was temporary.
Fall down, no need, we lay,
Like birds we flocked together.
Be still, don’t move, they’ll see,
oh God please here our plea.
Cry out, don’t shoot, don’t kill,
Deaths release is now upon thee.

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Mouth Me, Poetry by Wendy Norman

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Genre: Beauty, Image, Rhyme

Mouth Me
by Wendy Norman

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If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less
What thoughts and sentiments would you express
Watched closely you can see what it can be
A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities
A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet
Luscious peach that makes you bow and weep
A yellow stained pot of putrid breath
With singhing puffs from wilted lungs left
Dripping red gloss leaving stains of pain
Pale nude dry rough as sand paper
Devoid of knowledge, love, life or caper
Lizard licking trickery devious intent
A whisker and lipstick so seriously bent
Flowing words of a canaries song
Or laced with ice to make them wrong
Wit and intellectual spiels from thin lines
Passions full lips tantalize and entwine
Toothless gobs of verborrhea
Perfection portrayed in a Model’s leer
Newborns purity precious unique
Virgin angelical…

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Dismal, Poetry by Sonya Devyatkin

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Genres: Dark, morbid, bleak, discontent

Dismal
by Sonya Devyatkin

Never have we seen a day as dismal as today,
shuddering rain of contempt,
on ours paths of concrete and subversion,
we soak in the mists of our mentors; delusionary stories,
traced with anthrax & disdain.
Traditions and séances
help us achieve Nirvana.
A day so bleak
we’re bound to break,
Fall into eternal slumber of empty vanities,
of translucent fabricated fictions & dreams of empathy.
To return,
back to our graves of the subconscious,
we loathe disturbance,
give power to the grief & days ivory dull like today.
Illuminated sky; a galaxy of wonders and melting ice,
Furies of fervor and fire,
in the midst of the dark.
Now we wish to return
,to slumber,
where Home surrounds
and noise is unheard of,
where visions are foreseeable
and we mistake the future for the past.

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