No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain
THE HEARTLESS AND THE HOMELESS
By: Carlyn Soulei Thomas
Homeless woman on the street
No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain
Poverty knows no color, no creed
Still the rich wants more, beyond what they need
While the poor, still poorer
Prays for the day they’ll get over
Such a disgrace, such a shame
And I’m partly to blame
See, I’ve been those staring eyes
Those friendly smiles in disguise,
While disgusted, I’m feeling inside
As they pass, my legs pull aside
Hold my breath,
While fighting the urge to get upset
Deep inside, I’ve been unkind
Though to lend a hand, I never mind
Human nature? Or just plain immature?
Still the matter at hand,
Crucial, but buried beneath the sand
Take a minute to listen and you’ll understand
The world is like Jack and Jill
And almost everything is treated with a pill
Society has a lot of missing screws
Recession has everyone singing the blues
The freedom to choose has been abused
And now we live in a world confused
Still day after day I aim to change,
Though obstacles hit at every range
Kindness is contagious
But hand in hand goes no further than being written on pages
Current events are more and more outrageous
Are you brave enough to face it?
“A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions and the roots spring up and make new trees.”
-Amelia Earhart
Your eyes stare forward
into another world,
light years away from here
when in reality–
we are separated by mere feet
instead of miles.
Genre: Philosophical
The Man in The Elevator
by Zach Smith
We ride the elevator,
two complete strangers
trapped together in a small box,
separated by nothing but
uncomfortable silence.
Every day,
we get on at
the exact same time,
the exact same floor.
You get off at the 7th level,
and I at the 12th.
You have coffee and a briefcase,
and I the same thing.
Our briefcases are the same color
and the same style.
I’ve thought about mentioning it,
but it’s been five years now
and I still haven’t.
Your eyes stare forward
into another world,
light years away from here
when in reality–
we are separated by mere feet
instead of miles.
It feels like you are standing at the North Pole
while I have my feet firmly planted at the South.
Polar opposites,
yet similar in so many regards.
We ride the elevator together.
Two complete strangers
trapped together in a small box,
separated by nothing but
uncomfortable silence.
-ZCS
The theme is about love arising from a desperate situation.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I would like them to realise that everyone is not as lucky as they are, but life is full of surprises
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I started writing poems back in 1985 while feeling loney working overseas.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
No, sorry to say.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I have submitted other works to Wildsound with part of a chapter from my memoir, Follow in the Tigerman’s Footsteps read out last year.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Yes, apart from my memoir I have had An Expat’s Experiences of Living in Turkey published as an ebook. I have also had over 12 articles of mine published in online magazines. One of my poems ended in the last five of a competion, with several published in FanStory.
7) What is your passion in life?
My passion at present is to have my memoir used as the basis for a television series. Voyage media company have made an adaptation of it, with my assisting in getting a Treatment prepared ready to be offered to producers to see if they are interested in making an offer to use it for a television series.
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Genre: Relationship, Love
Beautiful things
by NuBlaccSoUl
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears want, need to hear.
i would
rest my head on your bosom
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonise
Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.
an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen, Flower Child.
The theme of my poem is “Factory of dreams” and it is a love poem written and inspired by the love.I write when I am in love,the love inspires me because the light of love is unique ray which never fade and it is the music in the hearts of the people,pure spark in the unlimited time to live in the present time until forever.
Watch FACTORY OF DREAMS:
Get to know poet Katarina Jovcevska:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
The theme of my poem is “Factory of dreams” and it is a love poem written and inspired by the love.I write when I am in love,the love inspires me because the light of love is unique ray which never fade and it is the music in the hearts of the people,pure spark in the unlimited time to live in the present time until forever.
2)How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I would like my poem to reach into the people’s hearts and to leave a trail with strong and beautiful emotions and to inspire them to enjoy the life and love which is worth to live.For some comments of my poem the people can write me on my e-mail:
kate.jovcevska@gmail.com
kjovcevska@yahoo.com
How long have you been writing poetry?
When I was 12 years old I wrote my first poem “Through the field the beautiful walks,on the sky swallow fly”…for the literary magazine “Spark”in my primary school in Kumanovo ,Macedonia.That was my first try to write a poem and maybe the hardest in my whole life ,that was the smallest and simplest poem of all those beautiful poems written for the patronage of our school”Miladinovci Brothers” and complex essays skillfully written by children from 11 to 14 years of age.
I was delighted of the poems and essays from the children at that time and dreamed all the time to be like them,to write better and one day to be the best in my town.My dreams comes trues and I live my dreams now and compete in the world because I believed in my impossible dream to this day one day to become world’s poets.
Do you have a favorite poet?
My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson one of the best american poets which poems are very touching and beautiful.
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I was delighted by the opportunity my poem to be read by many people on Wildsound festival and the unique chance to be performed by a professional actor,the second I liked more and that influenced my poetry to be heard of many people and to be inspired with beautiful thoughts written from the heart.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc…?
Except poetry I write every kind of lyrics for music on Macedonian, Serbian and English language, messages for greeting cards for every occasion,some haiku and essays.In the past I was a journalist for some magazines for literature and entertainment in Macedonia.I was doing interviews with some known singers,writers and artists in Macedonia.
What is your passion in life?
My passion in life is writing and reading poetry and lyrics,reading positive books,to explore the life with so much interest and new horizons and ideas,listening the music,working and spreading positive energy and messages around the world.
One early morning as I slept, I heard a distant sound,
And coming wake, I stepped outside, and gasped at wondrous sight.
For there below in sparkling sea, touched here and there with gold,
Swam a Labrador, and aft an fore, a herd of porpoises.
Genre: beauty and inspiration
Kindred Spirits
by Inis L. Fal
One early morning as I slept, I heard a distant sound,
And coming wake, I stepped outside, and gasped at wondrous sight.
For there below in sparkling sea, touched here and there with gold,
Swam a Labrador, and aft an fore, a herd of porpoises.
Take heed all ye on land and sea, in calm and deep blue bay,
A Labrador, gleeful and gay, the porpoises did chase,
As long ago his ancestors, had often done before,
In the salty seas, of histories, and olden times afore.
Many a sun has set and done, before the Labrador,
When Spanish galleons floated o’er, Atlanteans of lore,
When land and ocean first began, and man did sail the sea,
Of mystery, and history, and porpoises did play!
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