Category: Uncategorized

Genre: Life, Rhyme, People

A Message from Mr. J. O. Martins
by Patsy Jawo

I am the untouchable breeze
The shadow in the sun
The whisper in the wind
A father, son, helper and friend
Who am I?
I am J O Martins

A bounding energy
A vibrant melody
An intimate fellowship
Personal dedication
To love all and sundry
To infinite perfection

So where will I be?
I hear you ask
In every breath
Nurturing all life
And where am I now?
Glowing in the light

I am with God
One with God
And if one with God
Is one with all
Why do you see me gone?
For I am in all

Know that I am not
Just J O Martins
I am infinity
I am the presence of God
I am agility
I am all possibilities
I always hear your call
So never you stall
Demand with grace

Read the Best of Today’s POETRY from around the world.

Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

DIMMER, by Shannon R. Giedieviells
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/21/dimmer-poetry-by-shannon-r-giedieviells/

PANDEMONIUM, by Vanessa Anthony
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/%e2%80%8epandemonium-poetry-by-vanessa-anthony/

THE OTHER, by Randa Shami
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/the-other-poetry-by-randa-shami/

FILLED GLASSES LIT CIGARETTES, by Noemi Moncayo
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/filled-glasses-lit-cigarettes-poetry-by-noemi-moncayo/

HUMID, Gokul Baby Alex
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/21/humid-room-poetry-by-gokul-baby-alex/

PLASTIC LIMITATIONS, by Maka Nyingwa
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/22/plastic-limitations-poetry-by-maka-nyingwa/

POETRY, by Caiubi
http://festivalfopoetry.com/2015/10/22/poetry-poetry-by-caiubi/

THE JACK O’ LANTERN GONE MAD, by Paul Parent
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/23/the-jackolantern-gone-mad-poetry-by-paul-parent/

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival: Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
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Genre: Fear, Funny

A Light In The Sky
by Kathy Figueroa

As I stood and gazed at the nighttime sky,
A sputnik, a satellite, caught my eye.
It travelled in a slow and graceful arc;
A small and bright point of light in the dark.

Spellbound and transfixed I watched it with awe
And marvelled at the wondrous sight I saw.
It epitomized man’s inventive flair,
Traversing the sky, so high in the air.

Then, as eastward, through the heavens it flew,
The roof of my house obscured it from view.
When, at last, it was hidden from my sight,
Nothing else broke the stillness of the night.

As the beauty of the sky wove its spell,
Into a dreamlike reverie I fell.
I basked in the radiance of each star,
The twinkling light from so very far.

I turned to look where the satellite passed,
Where, high over my…

Genre: Shopping

Auction Hall
by Kathy Figueroa

Department stores are nice
But prices there are high
If you’ve got lots of cash
They’ve lots of things to buy

But if you’re like most folks
Just trying to make do
You’ll want to save some bucks
But get a bargain too

I know a type of place
That isn’t hard to find
Where you can stop to shop
And still have peace of mind

It’ll have what you require
Deals there are glorious
No need for debt most dire
Thrift’ll be victorious

It’s like Utopia
A great big bargain mine
A cornucopia
Of stuff that’s mighty fine

Washers, tools, lawnmowers
Books that are very old
Antiques, art, and armchairs
And dishes edged with gold

Buttons, brooms, and cow bells
Snowshoes and winter boots
Radios and tvs
Harmonicas and flutes

Old china cabinets
Candles with fancy scents
Sheets and pillowcases
Knick-knacks and…

Genre: Animals*, Dark, Deer*, Hunting*, Peace*

The November War
by Kathy Figueroa

Huddled together at the side of the road
They were refugees in flight
Frozen for a moment, for all time
In the glare of the bright headlight

Four, leaning against each other
Paused, on their desperate run
As they sought shelter
From the dog and the gun

Trepidation and sheer terror
Could be seen in their eyes
And that awful knowledge
Of how their kind dies

Their days were numbered
Maybe hours remained
Not much more
As they tried to escape
The November war

Could they sleep or even rest?
Would they have the strength to fight?
Or would their legs fail
From exhaustion and fright?

If only there was somewhere to stay
By a house, or on a farm
A shelter, refuge, or sanctuary
Where they’d be spared from harm

But, anywhere they hid
Unleashed dogs would…

Genre: Fear, Funny, Halloween*, October*

The Pumpkin Beast
by Kathy Figueroa

In the blackest hours of Halloween night
Stir creatures that moan and wail;
Such sounds can give a soul a fright
And cause your heart to fail!

But there’s one that makes the other bunch
Sound as innocent as a birdie’s chirp
When it goes CRUNCH, CRUNCH
MUNCH, MUNCH, SLURP, SLURP …BURP!!

“Oh, tell us, please, what is this beast?”
Hoarse, hushed whispers query,
“On what does this monster feast
And make noises that are so scary?”

Behold yon pumpkin, with an eerie face
Lit by a candle from within –
It’s to keep bad spirits from that place,
That’s why it has a hideous grin.

But people give nary a thought
That, inside, the pumpkin is being toasted…
The candle flame burns so hot
The pumpkin becomes roasted.

Certain epicureans of the quadruped kind
Esteem this squash “cuisine”