Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme
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Heredity, Poetry by Grecia Albornoz
You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
Genre: FAMILY, LIFE, PAINFUL, SOCIETY, LEGACY.
Heredity
A poem by Grecia Albornoz
You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
reassured
in a world full of ill conceived people
abandoned
reassured
wanting to repeat cycles.
You’re the daughter of complaisance
conceived with insecurity
life-long abused
you raise mistreated sons
that mistreat
and damaged daughters
that allow for mistreatment.
Your heredity.
© 2016 Grecia Albornoz
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HOW LONG IS FOREVER, Poetry by Eden P. Orbista
It is great to know the person I admired in my teens
Without him knowing that he was my first love way back then
After 43 years of being apart, our path crossed again
Here we are seemed that we’ve known each other since.
Genre: Relationship, Love, Rhyme
HOW LONG IS FOREVER by Eden P. Orbista
It is great to know the person I admired in my teens
Without him knowing that he was my first love way back then
After 43 years of being apart, our path crossed again
Here we are seemed that we’ve known each other since.
Frozen in time, amazing but, all i saw was YOU
The way you were clad in high school uniform,
Boy..Just like the first time i set my eyes on you
Hard to believe but, it is happening, it’s true.
Our candid moments when we’re on the phone
Took us to heights only you and I can fathom
Gosh! We laughed and kidded like teenagers do
Anything we discussed, we’re enlightened too.
I’ve kept you in my heart, there was always a room for you
I felt it that someday we’ve got to share this love, I knew
The love i have long waited for, now it is coming true
Now you’re here to keep this flame in my heart burning, anew.
All these years i consoled my heart, always
Of your thoughts and of forever
It’s scary though to think, …. Yes but, ……how long is forever?
My heart and my mind can’t grasp for the right answer
Now i know that no matter how long it takes,
True love is always worth the wait.
Deep in my heart, i knew this day will come
We’ll hold each other in passionate kiss, in tight embrace
When before my heart was filled with doubts and fears
Now my heart holds a promise and joy that forever is no longer….
Than a heartbeat away, …….a thread of breath to bear.
My first love is now a realization of my true love
Amazing but, this is how fate played on us
Not knowing where we were in the past forty three years,
Yet fate brought us together to stop the tears i shed all these years
The waiting and the longing has came to end, coz forever dictates…..
That no matter how long it takes, true love is always worth the w
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Tech Support, Poetry by Daniel Torres-Rangel
Before you swept me off my feet I was sweeping mines off the computer screen like nobody’s business. Before Wii tennis, it was just me, long before we could just be us.
Genre: Love and Technology
Tech Support
By: Daniel Torres-Rangel
Before you swept me off my feet I was sweeping mines off the computer screen like nobody’s business. Before Wii tennis, it was just me, long before we could just be us.
You see, I thought my TV completed me and my instant messaging was the key to me experiencing life. But you…you control alt deleted me and showed my Solitary soul key strokes that made me choke up in awe. You turned my lonely cell into a Free Cell and took my Hearts to the moon and back. I thought I needed my space until I saw your face…book. You downloaded my trust and I unzipped your files.
I still remember the day that you caught my Pinterest; my heart was all a Twitter. I cracked a joke and you Googled and we just clicked. I went home and Samsung at the top of my lungs a tune of hope. Things between us accelerated faster than 4G, but they say that at high speeds time slows down and I thought if we could figure out a way to move fast enough we could make this last forever. Little did I know that one day I’d open a fancy little Xbox with a diamond ringtone in it and you would say yes.
I love that below your Microsoft skin there is a hard drive that constantly challenges me to upgrade to better versions of myself. I’ve realized that I don’t want a Sony Playstation, but I so need you to play stations that will broadcast our signal to be heard in the most distant galaxy.
So let’s Comcast off our cell phones and escape to a white sandy beach and watch the sunset on the Verizon while sipping Iced-T-Mobile and devouring Blackberries.
Let’s go grocery shopping and fill our Super Mario Karts with cupcakes and Instagram crackers, and the ingredients to make dinner for two.
Let’s Kindle a fire on the dance floor doing the iPod Shuffle.
Let’s travel the world wide and web ourselves a life together.
Or better yet, let’s just Google hangout at home tonight. Let’s close our laptops, open the microwave and pop some PC, heat up some easy MAC, and just talk. After all, it takes two to Fandango.
But for now, all technolo-joking aside. Let me say. You are brilliant, you are beautiful and you amaze me.
Oh, and PS-2. I heart you.
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THE PEAR, Poetry by Patrick D. Peay
Let me plant my bitter seed, and we can make a better breed
They’ll know not to complain about the rain
The rain is like good therapy
It is food for the pear tree
So we can live a life that is carefree
There is no partridge in this tree
Genre: Maniacal Spoken Word
THE PEAR by Patrick D. Peay
While I sit in my lair with a painting of a pear
I sit and stare off into thin air and wonder why life isn’t fair
I wouldn’t dare compare my flare to that of another player
I’m just a man in his lair with a painting of a pear
I swear I won’t get stressed out and pull out all my hair
These burdens I bear make me aware that people like me are rare
I’m just a man in his lair with a painting of a pear
I’m not square, so don’t give me that glare
It’s not like I’m running for mayor
I’ve got a prayer my soul is spared
I’m not a hero, but don’t say I didn’t care
I’m just a man in his lair with a painting of a pear
Let me plant my bitter seed, and we can make a better breed
They’ll know not to complain about the rain
The rain is like good therapy
It is food for the pear tree
So we can live a life that is carefree
There is no partridge in this tree
This isn’t for the industry
The fruits of my loom are for my enemies
I’m just a man in his lair with a painting of a pear
There’s something on my mind I would like to share
This is not a Facebook status
This could come without practice
Practice, we’re talking about practice, practice
Muscle memory should make this automatic
Why not burn to the core like acid that is muriatic
The blood I shed is hydrochloric
There should be a warning for it
There’s passion in my veins, I can’t ignore it
I seek to do something that is historic
I’m just a man in his lair with a painting of a pear
Sometimes I give myself quite a scare
That’s right sometimes I scare myself, but I’ve learned to prepare myself
There will always be a call when you need my help
So just keep picking at my pears
Soon enough the traps I’ve set will ensnare
Then you will be the one that’s in despair
I’m just a man in his lair with a painting of a pear
I deal with shades that are fifty times grayer
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Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three option to submit.
Read NEW Poetry from all over the world:
WAGNER THE LIGHT GUY, by Chenda Cox
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/27/wagner-the-light-guy-poetry-by-chenda-cox/
GABBY’S STORY, by MS Rockett
THE DESTITUTE DEMOCRACY, by Steve Miller
IT’S ONLY RIGHT, by Drew Price
A MOMENT, by Oyinkan Agboola
SLEIGH, by Brian Anthony Hardie
NOT EVERYONE, by Pyja Jurid Pyxaz
THE NIGHT WE FELL IN LOVE, by Lari G.
WORD FROM EMMANUEL, by Emmanuel Griggs
SURVIVAL, by Nwoko Alexandre
YOU’RE NOT THE BOX OF ME, by Cindi Walton
WHY CAN’T I MOVE, by Tierra Martin
Why can’t I move?, Poetry by Tierra Martin
Being enclosed by your infidelity no air for me to breathe.
Why won’t you just let me live!
Being caught in your wrongs isn’t what I pictured our relationship to be.
Genre: Heartache, Romance, Relationship
Why can’t I move? by Tierra Martin
Being enclosed by your infidelity no air for me to breathe.
Why won’t you just let me live!
Being caught in your wrongs isn’t what I pictured our relationship to be.
Not being able to be set free me falling damn on my knees in a searing plead.
You took quit advantage of my kindness.
Therefore, me pushing away from all this hurt in the end would help me mend things on my own two feet.
While my heart is beating defeating your indecisive mindset
I’ll also be set free to fly away too a place where I can finally love me for me..
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You’re Not the Boss of Me!, Poetry by Cindi Walton
“You’re not the boss of me!” the kindergartner said
When his mommy told him, “Son, now it’s time for bed!”
“Wait till I turn 18, I’ll do just as I please”
Said the boy to his father as he took away his keys
“I’m 21 and DRINK; stop me if you dare!”
Genre: Family
You’re Not the Boss of Me!By Cindi Walton
“You’re not the boss of me!” the kindergartner said
When his mommy told him, “Son, now it’s time for bed!”
“Wait till I turn 18, I’ll do just as I please”
Said the boy to his father as he took away his keys
“I’m 21 and DRINK; stop me if you dare!”
His folks were concerned, but he didn’t really care
College came and went, and a job he did procure
Found a pretty brunette and asked to marry her
Bought a house in “Newville” where everything was new
The boss of his own destiny, to do as he would do
The years went by and children came, one, then two, then three
He had it all, life was grand, and this was his decree
“Look Mom and Dad” I did succeed, I knew it all along
You didn’t have to ride my butt and tell me right from wrong!”
The seasons changed, his kids grew up and then they started school
“You’re not our boss!” his children cried, he knew he’d been a fool
He saw now as a parent sees, through eyes just like his own
He knew he had a call to make, pulling out his phone
And when his parents answered, he said between his tears
You’re the “best boss” a kid could have; I thank you for the years
You never walked away and let me run amuck
The things you meant to teach, I DO BELIEVE they’ve stuck
Until we are a parent and see what parents’ see
We never can appreciate just how we came to be
Thank you to my Mom and Dad, who led, and did not fold
And made me see the value of ….Do as you are told!
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Planting Seeds – Poetry Reading by Abu B Rafique
There are multiple themes that I try to touch on in my poem, love, wanderlust, youth, memory, but the biggest one is how people affect others. Everyone leaves some sort of an imprint on someone else, I like trying to look at how that can influence where people go from there and how they are as people afterwards.
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Poetry performed by actor Amaka Umeh
Get to know Abu B. Rafique
1) What is the theme of your poem?
There are multiple themes that I try to touch on in my poem, love, wanderlust, youth, memory, but the biggest one is how people affect others. Everyone leaves some sort of an imprint on someone else, I like trying to look at how that can influence where people go from there and how they are as people afterwards.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
Preferably in a good way, I’d be a little put off if someone absolutely hated me or something. But the fact that they react is the most important thing no reaction would just make me feel like I did nothing with my words.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
Since I was six years old. The first one I remember writing was about chicks. It’s the definitive work of a generation honestly.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
That’s a hard one. If you threw together William Carlos Williams, Sylvia Plath, Rumi, and Allen Ginsberg, that’d probably be my favorite poet.
5) What influenced you to submit to the festival and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
The chance to have another platform to share my work with people.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Yes. I’ve got four books out actually, “Leave the Rice on the Windowsill (short story collection),” “Let’s Go Wandering (poetry collection),” “The Other Side of it All (more short stories),” and “The Chaotic Caffeine Fueled Collection (short stories and poetry).”
7) What is your passion in life?
Trying to connect through my writing.
SURVIVAL, Poetry by Nwoko Alexandre
Many feel survival is more in the animal kingdom. Some years back, I was watching a TV station on animal survival documentary. And to be quite honest with you. The very day an animal is born, it starts surviving till its death. What I envy about them is the fact that the don’t seek pity, the keep on trying and adapt quite quickly to everything.
Genre: Society, Survivor
SURVIVAL
Many feel survival is more in the animal kingdom. Some years back, I was watching a TV station on animal survival documentary. And to be quite honest with you. The very day an animal is born, it starts surviving till its death. What I envy about them is the fact that the don’t seek pity, the keep on trying and adapt quite quickly to everything.
Truth is animals aren’t in fact too different from we humans. But the difference is when we start growing up, we forget about survival. But the animals grow up with only one thing on their mind which is survival. Our growing up is meant to be preparation for survival. Truth is that isn’t what we are doing right now. The world is getting to the stage whereby your academic excellence doesn’t determine your survival in the real world. Statistics over the years has shown that people who do well academically don’t transform that success in the real life. I think it’s only true for us to say that your fathers success isn’t enough to keep you throughout life without achieving anything yourself. The world has come to the stage whereby if you don’t prepare thoroughly for survival, you’ll literally die.
So since survival is very important, why isn’t it taught in schools, why isn’t it taught by our parents? The world isn’t for the patient anymore. Its for those who have the balls to go out there and take what’s theirs. The world isn’t for the weak no more. Learn to survive. Learn to be an animal when humans surround you.
By Nwoko Alexandre
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