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Grandfathers Love, Poetry by Sherille Williams

Who do u you call when your heart is broken. Where does love begin to form. Is it through a simple touch? My grandpa said “it’s in the hands my grandchild that holds us together.”

Genre:Funeral, Family

Grandfathers Love

 

Who do u you call when your heart is broken. Where does love begin to form. Is it through a simple touch? My grandpa said “it’s in the hands my grandchild that holds us together.”

 

We must not cherish the most costly items and we must not bury the future. True love lasted through my grandpa’s hands. He knew what it took to love his best friend; his lady and put God first when there are failed moments. He knew that keeping his wife with God as his robe kept them alive; but today is the day we mourn having lost him, and rejoice at the fact he was reunited with his long lost love.

 

My heart ached when he asked me “should he too go” when my grandmother left. Are materials and unforgivable arguments worth losing your right hand? My grandpa held her right hand whenever they traversed the Coney Island boardwalk. Bought her a hot dog to share and spare his last twenty five cents to keep her happy.

 

He always confided in The Good Book most deny. However he always reminds me a man isn’t a man until he’s met with God. Forgiving is rejecting all feelings of your own not because the persons right, but because he too has forgiving you. During this time, I’m starting to find my grandfather held all the keys to my grandma’s heart. Love God first, your spouse second and everything else will fall in its place.

 

What I’m trying to say is our generation no longer knows what love is. It’s not the status on social media, nor is it lusting after someone new – it’s through our hands. These life lines carry our tears and secrets but when held with someone, really anyone that you love, we can all agree we’ve experienced my grandpa’s kind of love he spoke of.

 

Rest in peace Grandpa I love you

 

 

Sherille Williams

 

 

 

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Evils Deception, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love was all that could be seen as no one suspected the plot that was forming

Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew

Genre: Dark, Family, Evil, and Hurt

Evils Deception by Barbara Hunt

Shadows fooling all trying to help the situation hid as a facade of stability and love as no one suspected the plot that was forming

Whispers in the night became louder as her lies and deception grew

Darkness soon surrounded all involved as they became engulfed slowly losing pieces of there soul in the warm silence

Her tendrils erupted as the air thinned and a deafening cry was heard as anger and realization reared there heads ready to end all plots

Betrayal stung as bile grew in there throats as there hatred almost as black as the tendrils consumed them freezing the warmth of there blood

No one knew what would happen so as they took a shallow breathe they looked into the face of evil and smiled ready for the fight to the death

 

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Head sick for you, Poetry by Andrew James Leahy

All I want is you sweet honey
All you want is my love baby
All I can say and I can pray
Is for us to last a life time

Sick in the head, my point of view
I love you too, head sick for you

Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love

Head sick for you
by Andrew James Leahy

I’ve came a long way to love you
I’d go beyond just for us two
I’m in this with you forever
We will always be together

I’ve done all that I can in time
I’d lose my sense and piece of mind
I’m gone inside my broken brain
We can stop from being insane

All I want is you sweet honey
All you want is my love baby
All I can say and I can pray
Is for us to last a life time

Sick in the head, my point of view
I love you too, head sick for you

Our love drives us fucking crazy

 

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Bitter-Sweet, Poetry by Angel Victoria

Genre: Love, Pain, Sad, Romantic, Friendship, Hurt

Bitter-Sweet
by Angel Victoria

Never thought that I’d fall for you
Though I kind of wish that I didn’t knew
Cause I know you won’t ever look my way
And it pains me yet, I still pray
Always thinking of what will I do
Shall I tell you, what I feel for you?

Never will I forget those moments we had
Those little memories with you isn’t so bad
Cause whem I’m with you every second counts
Just like those moments that are unforgettable one’s.

You make my day full of surprises
Like a roller coaster that falls and rises
And just like every ride has its own ending
So, this time maybe I should stop hoping.

This would be the last time, I’ll think of you
As I wrote this poem for you
I would like to say those three words to you
Hope they would reach you, I Love You.
 

 

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The Ultimate Misunderstanding, Poetry by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art?

Genre: Family, Life, Pain

The Ultimate Misunderstanding
by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art? Imagine the very moment when unconditional love is full of conditions. The emptiness, the guilt, the fault that fills within the innocence. Something like the very laws of physics losing its credibility. Tell me how one isn’t to change when the very being who is appointed your love source, your example, your creator, resigns the position. When the responsibility of love vanishes, so do the generations to follow. A world where one gives up their life to a worthy being . . only, the being is pushing you into death’s arms willingly. Damage, baffling. Repair, resistant. Like a bird nursed to health and having its wings clipped off during their very first flight. You left me injured.

I forgive mistakes. I forgive failed attempts. An absence is something I will not condone. I made a promise to myself ages ago that I would not accept such a lack of presence. As nothing more that a person, I am deserving. One could say it’s my fault for expecting you to remain the same person. So forgive me for not finding it in my heart to forgive you, or don’t. My life shall carry on without the weight.

 

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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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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.

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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