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Society Poetry: I WAS FINE AS MARGARITA by Gloria D. Gonsalves

I WAS FINE AS MARGARITA by Gloria D. Gonsalves

I was fine as a wallflower
creating words
in apolitical world.

I rhymed innocence
of my dwellings.
I weaved songs
of many sunnier smiles.

I was love blended
with verses of sunny centres
and new beginnings.

I had no race.
I had no religion.
I had no status.

I was simply Margarita, or
Daisy.

Then I was plucked
and got flung
into a political world.

Now I am something else.

I am slogans.
I am hashtags.
I am protests.

Sometimes
I recall old self
and wave with love.

Most times
I wish they saw me
as day’s eye, or
the beginning of hope.

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Society Poetry: Social Fretwork by Dermott Hayes

I posted a thought,
it flew away
down through dark,
cavernous cyberways,
to bump and grind
with other lonesome thoughts
in the hotbeds of social fretworks.

And worried then
where it might go
unguided, misunderstood
to liaise, frolic and fret
argue, debate
opinionate
in a world of posts,
untethered,
away from me,
gone, awaiting its return,
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Society Poetry: Pocket Sized Wreath by Cassandra Swan

The elephant-grey, cracked walkway clacks with alacrity:  
as the tedious, stiff facades in a talentless circus of mediocrity  
plod, and trek to their typical, mechanical homage – a life my   
insurrection rejects!  Instead, at a lowly, junk-ridden, rickety   
desk – on sixteen-hour, voluntary shifts – I regurgitate injustice.  
  
Will I ever switch my rabble-rousing, misanthropic existence  
for a steady salary, car and otiose days off at Christmas?  
Swivel chairs – in an unholy, goldfish bowl – with chains!  
Pub jaunts, cream cakes with petty, civilian saints,  
and dreary, clock-watching years, with lottery syndicates.  
  
This rantipole poet re-mortgaged her lifeblood to repossess time:  
decrypting the tangled-web of a tortured mind’s production lines.  
My supernatural re-incarnation – as a poetic, psychic surgeon –   
pledges petroglyphs of Donatistic lyrics, and complex lamentations.  
I survive by devouring plentiful plenilunes in valiant dimensions.  
Jekyll and Hyde’s allotment cultivates fine verbs and nouns.   
  
Fifty years devout, sterling service awards and android-head,  
with an ingot watch, a pension and an orthopaedic bed!  
Yet, starving lyricists live eternally in folios: their cicatrices  
flood like wordy blood, as knife-edged, quality-controlled rectos  
cut into eternal ebbs and flows of etymological, mystagogic tides.  
  
An android’s watch – rasped by retirement, coronary and death –   
ticks on as a by-passed heart, gasping for breath:  
under a charity shop counter, it flops; limp as an amaranth,  
in a swiftly-decomposing, demoralised, pocket-sized wreath.  
  
This wage-less wordsmith’s spine-chilling lines will outlive  
the hands and face of mechanised life and time; by sculpting  
denticulate epistles – with a scalpel – into epidermis then epitaph. 

Copyright Cassandra Swan

 

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A Slow Train to Gwalior, Poetry Movie by Amitabh Mitra

A Slow Train to Gwalior by Amitabh Mitra

Amitabh Mitra is a poet, visual artist  and a medical practitioner at East London, South Africa. He heads the Department of Emergency Medicine at Cecilia Makiwane Hospital, Mdantsane, Eastern Cape. Widely published, Amitabh’s love poetry revolves around the city of Gwalior, India to which he originally belongs.

Amitabh Mitra

April Past, Poetry by Slowmoto

April Past

A devil in my calendar
He eats, lives, and breathes
Pour in happiness
To exhale disgust
Do you see that me?
To this demon I remain hostage
No amnesia,
Or Armor,
Or Alternate belief
I hate this month
Being torn apart
By the devil it revives in me

Poet: Slowmoto

@slowmoto
Genre: relent

 

 

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Politico 2016, Poetry by Farzana moon

Genre: Political, Society

Politico 2016 by Farzana moon http://farzanamoon.blogspot.com

 

Trump child Trump wild

Make America white again

 

Skate board water board

Replace gun with naked sword

Cut Muslim’s jugular vein

Make America white again

 

Honor thy wall of hate

Punch insult prate

Erase name of faith profane

Make America white again

 

Latinos Muslims Mexicans

Terrorist trashy neighbors

All our enemies in great domain

Make America white again

 

Sing dance and proclaim

Trump the emperor in gold frame

Fortunes of world we will gain

Make America white again

 

Life Matters in parchment white

Soar aloft in ether and glide

We know world has gone insane

Make America Great Again

 

 

 

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Khwajah Piruz, Poetry by Renkian Barrymore

Genre: Religion

Khwajah Piruz by Renkian Barrymore

Many of you don’t know me.
My name is Khwajah Piruz.
Mazdayasnian Fire Keeper,
The herald delivering Nowruz.

Cleanness rebuffs all evil.
Purge the home, paint the walls, spruce the garden.
‘Khane Tekani’ is essential –
And annual visitations common.

They nourish the growth of your sabzeh,
That slept during cold winter days.
Now lentils, barley and wheat abounding,
Your ancestors’ wishes purveyed.

It’s Khwajah Piruz, only one day a year,
Everyone knows, I know as well.
I bring good news, Nowruz is near,
Siyâhi-e to az man, zardi-e man az to.

Many of you don’t know me,
My name is Khwajah Piruz.
Khwajah is Lord, Piruz victorious,
The herald delivering Nowruz.

I probably came from Mogadishu,
Though this is not the mainstream view.
Marauding Arabs conquered the Persians,
Then changed my name to ‘Hajji Firuz.’

Don’t confuse me with Bilal al Rabah,
The Meccan, the black muzzein.
My origins are rooted in Persia,
The ‘Tepe’ bears testament to my name.

It’s Khwajah Piruz, only one day a year,
Everyone knows, I know as well.
I bring good news, Nowruz is near,
Siyâhi-e to az man, zardi-e man az to.

Blackface is soot from the fire,
Or when I ascend from the dead.
Even a slave from Zanzibar –
But why not Prince Siyavash instead?

Status demeaned I no longer am
Considered ‘Victorious Lord’.
They converted me into a minstrel,
To play ‘saz’ and sing silly songs.

Look at me Lord, it’s been a while.
Do me a favour,
My very own Lord, the billy goat –
Why don’t you smile my Lord?

It’s Khwajah Piruz, only one day a year
Everyone knows, I know as well.
I bring good news, Nowruz is near
Siyâhi-e to az man, zardi-e man az to.

The children adore me, adults laugh,
Shiny coins swell my felted hat –
No more than a raucous spectacle –
How I yearn for the distant past.

A Fire Priest hostile to Daevas –
Zartosht’s appointed muzzein.
Homage bellowed through Asha-filled streets,
Reciting from memory, praying for the Dīn.

Dank areas lit up by the magi flame,
People of all ages came,
Confessing debts, rejecting authority,
The lawless, the wicked, the foulest beings.

Now look at me now Lord, it’s been a while.
Do me a favour,
My very own Lord, the billy goat –
Why don’t’ you smile my Lord?

https://renkian.wordpress.com/

 

 

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http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

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TO THOU OF YESTERYEARS, Poetry by Sunday James

Genre- Angry

TO THOU OF YESTERYEARS by Sunday James

Oh! Aged and old know
This now is our age
Thou hath liveth
Now let us live
Get off ye of yesteryears
From thy high horses
Walk through our path
And thou might yet find
That door ajar
A pathway to our time
Nagging screaming and curses in vain cast
Yet victory not in sight
You may now embrace our facebook
Or journey to hades with the logbook
 

 

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Deadline for POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
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Poetry #10 by Xzaviar Allen

Poetry performed by Julian Ford

Poetry #10 by Xzaviar Allen

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poetry collection?

The theme of my poems was sexual intercourse. A vulgar/inappropriate subject maybe, but the inspiration behind the pieces drove me to write in such a way.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I’m not sure how people will react to these particular poems; people usually like them, but it depends on who’s reading.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I wrote my first poem in the fifth grade. Ive been hooked ever since.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

My favorite poets are modern-age poets. J Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Jay Z, Kanye West, etc. Hip Hop is a form of poetry; I write my “poems” as though they were song lyrics.

5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I found out about WILDsound kind of randomly; I thought it couldn’t hurt to submit my work to somebody. Maybe they’ll like it!

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I wrote a short story in college for a class project; I wouldn’t mind writing a script though. I guess it depends on what mood I’m in and what inspiration I have at the moment.

7) What is your passion in life?

My true passions in life are poetry and music; even so, I am skilled in other areas. I currently serve my country as a soldier in the United States Army.

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PART 4 – Read the best of SOCIETY Poetry

Submit to the SOCIETY Poetry Contest. Winner gets their poem made into a movie.

PART 4 – Read the best of SOCIETY Poetry

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

AUCTION HALL,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/19/auction-hall-poetry-by-kathy-figueroa/

HUMANITYS COLLECTIVE OULIPO EXPERIMENT,
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/17/humanitys-collective-oulipo-experiment-poetry-by-jeffrey-j-garrett/

THE PRICE OF LOVE,
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/15/the-price-of-love-poetry-by-james-gary/

BLACK ALSO HAS SOUL,
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/07/black-also-has-soul-poetry-by-eduardo-ribeiro/

WHY TERRORISM,
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/04/why-terrorism-poetry-by-husaina-shabbir-14-years-old/

A NOU PLACE MY COMMUTE,
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/03/a-nou-place-my-commute-poetry-by-caoimhe-oneill/

THE GOLDEN MAN,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/02/the-golden-man-poetry-by-alexander-nderitu/

IN THE FLESH,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/02/in-the-flesh-poetry-by-lexy-yocom/

SARAKEY,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/29/sarakey-poetry-by-habib-akewusola/

WANDERERS AT THE HILL OF FREEDOM,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/29/wanderers-at-the-hill-of-freedom-poetry-by-abayomi-ogunniyi/

NAMASTE,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/25/namaste-poetry-by-jaime-lagunez/

DEATH OF BIPHOBIA,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/25/death-of-bi-phobia-poetry-by-rebecca-e-blanton/

MY HOME AUSTRALIA,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/23/my-home-australia-poetry-by-david-j-delaney/

DEAR CRUMB,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/23/dear-crumb-poetry-by-oyin-oludipe-and-habib-akewusola/

A NORMAL LIFE,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/19/a-normal-life-poetry-by-katie-rees/

SPRING,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/12/spring-poetry-by-patricia-ponce/

PATRONS OF POVERTY,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/12/patrons-of-poverty-poetry-by-habib-akewusola/

FORZEN DREAMS,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/09/06/forzen-dreams-poetry-by-virendra-gupta/

I E D,
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/08/30/i-e-d-poetry-by-frank-bukowski/