Tag: poetry reading

M.E. – JUST CUT AND PASTE….., Poetry by Bill Clayton

Hair’s a mess, can’t get dressed
Can I shower, that’s the test
Done Ok, the shoes are on
Now where the hell’s my energy gone?
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Genre: Motivational, Inspirational

M.E. – JUST CUT AND PASTE…..
by Bill Clayton

Hair’s a mess, can’t get dressed
Can I shower, that’s the test
Done Ok, the shoes are on
Now where the hell’s my energy gone?
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Can’t get the hang of doing nowt
Want to do, wanna go out
Every day just the same
Precious life going down the drain
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Made a plan, things to do
Gotta get out, meet with you
Head’s a traffic jam again
Cones are out, no working men
Brain’s just stuck in bottom gear
No way I’m leaving here
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Another day down the drain
Another day, lots of pain
Shakes like hell, couldn’t yell
Could hardly even speak
Words not there, people stare
Me feeling like a freak
Legs like stone, feel so alone
Need to be safe back at home
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Politicians do your sums
We’re not a load of idle bums
Don’t just stand and bang your gums
Don’t just cut and paste

ME won’t let us live
For that sin I won’t forgive
It gives a little, takes a lot
But beware our souls can’t be bought
My inner strength will work tenfold
To leave M.E out in the cold
To this Illness I will lay waste
Spread the word……
Just cut and paste…..

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The Poet’s Pen, Poetry by Eleanor Mell

It’s difficult dear Lord to say,

The feelings that I have today.

At times, I’m joyous with my life.

Genre: Hope-Faith

The Poet’s Pen
By Eleanor Mell

It’s difficult dear Lord to say,

The feelings that I have today.

At times, I’m joyous with my life.

At times I’m sad because the strife.

It seems I have a Poet’s pen,

A talent that has always been.

But dear Lord it makes me mad

About the words I could have had.

The songs and stories that I missed,

Because I lacked a sense of bliss.

Please forgive me for not knowing.

Lift my spirit—I’m still growing.

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Bloodshot Eyes and Tearstained Cheeks, Poetry by Amber Lee

I find myself alone with bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks
finally releasing the emotions I’ve kept suppressed for week

I lay here in this dark and humid room
wishing for one thing: to be next to you

Genre: deep, soul, dark, night, overthinking

Bloodshot Eyes and Tearstained Cheeks
by Amber Lee

I find myself alone with bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks
finally releasing the emotions I’ve kept suppressed for week

I lay here in this dark and humid room
wishing for one thing: to be next to you

I promised I wouldn’t succumb to these dangerous thoughts
but since you’re not around, they’re all that I’ve got

the voices of nostalgia are trying to convince me that things were better in the past
I’m starting to believe them, I want to go back

I know better than to think this, it drives people mad
for nostalgia just tries to make people long for the things they had

I need to domesticate my mind, before it imprisons me
so I find myself alone with bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks

afl 7/9/15

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THE PRICE OF LOVE $$$, Poetry by James Gary

What can this madness be
That dost cause my mind to see
You, as if you were near
When only in spirit, your soul is here
What voodoo dirge I’m under

Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society

THE PRICE OF LOVE $$$
by James Gary

What can this madness be
That dost cause my mind to see
You, as if you were near
When only in spirit, your soul is here
What voodoo dirge I’m under
That wouldst my heart to wonder
With such a steady pain
Liken to a Far eastern monsoon rain
Be thou still aching heart
What troubles thee, seizures mind
Less from my body I should fling apart
Oh that I could leave thee two behind,
And as my journey should anew
‘Out heart or mind to see me through
And o’er this circumference I should go
They’d say from Hades, a being sent
With shuffle-step he dost wander
His eyes a fixed and catatonic glow
And faculties successfully rent
Only he’d known his feelings wouldst grow fonder/
And wish if I were able To have never set foot upon this place
Saw thy beauty at the table Grecian love etched thy face
And to never have taken that first glance That played the stage for fool’s romance
And greater cause of, histories melancholy
More renown than General Custer’s folly

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Invisible Man, Poetry by Dawi Opara

I am the
Invisible man.
Not science fiction,
Nor of H.G.
Wells’s imagination,
But fact.
Transparent blacknuss
In white abstraction
Of reality.

Genre: Political

Invisible Man
by Dawi Opara

I am the
Invisible man.
Not science fiction,
Nor of H.G.
Wells’s imagination,
But fact.
Transparent blacknuss
In white abstraction
Of reality.
A vibrant, live,
Meaningful energy
With hopeless
Aspirations.

I am the
Invisible man.
Surviving centuries
Of indifference
And human denial.
Descending
Stairways into live,
Exploding nightmares.
Living the visible
Repercussions of
White kind’s
Scheme dream
For supremacy
As I attack,
Attempting to rearrange
A deranged mentality.

I am the
Invisible man.
Trapped in a
Deadly drain game
Of mental gymnastics.
An expendable,
Usable, reusable
Statistical test tube
Soul of the
Twentieth century search
To attain godliness,
All for the
Visible benefit,
Improvement, and
Propagation of
White kind.

I am the
Invisible man.
Scholar, athlete supreme
With visible expectations
Of reaching for more
Than invisible dreams,
For whatever
Towering heights
I soar to attain.
But to white kind,
They are simply
Invisible gains of
My invisible pain.

Yes, I am the
Invisible man.
From the womb
To the tomb,
Saturated with doom
And gloom.
Clever ideologies for
The destruction of this
Black invisibility
Are designed
For the destruction of
Black self-esteem,
To keep us out of the
Visible scheme of things,
To take us to
Annihilation or assimilation,
Siphoning this
Invisible black power to
The white nation.

I am,
I am the
Invisible man.
This jet-black,
Blue-black invisibility
That now threatens
White folk
Visible reality.

I am
The invisible man.
And I am
Mad as hell,
‘Cause you see,
I am the root,
I am the root
From which human
Life has sprung,
Yet I remain
Firmly entrenched on
The bottom rung.
My invisibility confirms
My right to be,
You see.
Even his history hails,
Proclaims this black-shinned,
Nappy-headed,
Big nose,
Big-lipped man
From the womb
Of Mother Africa
As the father,
The father of mankind

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saint irreverence (about Iggy Pop), Poetry by Tara Keogh

iggy silver leather
sexy slither and destroy
withers into
wriggles and writhes
across the tv eye
in real fun time
for his war zone
world serenade

Genre: Music, People, Rhyme

saint irreverence (about Iggy Pop)
by Tara Keogh

iggy silver leather
sexy slither and destroy
withers into
wriggles and writhes
across the tv eye
in real fun time
for his war zone
world serenade

pop goes the system
implode
explode
reload
all around
it came full circle
to enshrine you
holy and high
fin’ly recognized
as king of the game

punk rock
generator
agitator
tortured man
barking mad
as a hatter

the mercury’s rising
this brother’s on fire
the fuses are fizzling
desire is sizzling
glass is shattering
shards are scattering
as shadows frieze into
scorched scenes
of sublime obscenery
when he vanquishes
with vanguard vulgarity
as saint irreverence

and now he’s legendary
an incendiary tendency
to trash the tolerance
of the bourgeoisie
yank the leg
of the leviathan
undercut uncle sam
incarnate
as he creates
chaotic
melodic
cacophony
catapulting carnage
at the
humanity insanity
and
fucking the man
on his
rude
boy
crusade

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Stronger, Poetry by Dawn M. Simpson

The mother bird tended to her young with great pride.
She knew they would not always be by her side.
She tried to teach them with love in her heart,
The day soon came for them to part.
And then the mother bird looked at her empty nest.

Genre: Inspirational, Motivational, Nature

Stronger
by Dawn M. Simpson

The mother bird tended to her young with great pride.
She knew they would not always be by her side.
She tried to teach them with love in her heart,
The day soon came for them to part.
And then the mother bird looked at her empty nest.
She did her best
To fight back the tears,
As she thought about all the past years.
With uncertainty she asked “Who am I?”.
She stared across the vast blue sky.
And with the strong wings that she had earned,
With the fire in her soul that still burned,
She flapped her wings and began to fly.
To chase her own dreams until the day she died.
She felt the wind that lifted her wings,
The feeling that only true peace can bring.
She had flown full circle in her life,
Sometimes being full of strife.
But she knew who she was again.
And as she looked down on the earth beneath her,
She soared higher than an eagle.
Stronger than ever.

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If Pluto Is No Planet, Poetry by Barbara Doran-Rogel

What do you mean?
How could you dare?
Jupiter’s nothing but a ball of air

Genre: Rhyme, Universe, Satire, Space

If Pluto Is No Planet
by Barbara Doran-Rogel

What do you mean?
How could you dare?
Jupiter’s nothing but a ball of air

So I’ve been living in illusion
That planets are in collusion
To steer my fate
Where’s the debate?

Jupiter is benign?
Now I can crash the shrine
Belief’s suspended, I’m offended
Break my heart so now you mend it

You mean, Venus is a molten sphere
That burns you up when you go near
So all that talk of heart’s entwined
Is merely man’s delusional mind

Then you tell me Mercury
Has nothing much to do with me
Or its position in my house
Did not attract my witty spouse

If Saturn’s rings mean nothing much
If Pluto is no planet
Then all the things I thought I knew
Have basis as in granite

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Read the best of NEW POETRY from POETS from all over the world:

FREE POETRY CONTEST – Deadline October 15th

All entries get their POEM shown on this website. AND, you can submit your Poem to be made into a video (guaranteed 1000s of view):

https://festivalforpoetry.com/

FREE POETRY CONTEST – Deadline October 15th
All entries get their POEM shown on this website. AND, you can submit your Poem to be made into a video (guaranteed 1000s of view): https://festivalforpoetry.com/

Read the best of NEW POETRY from POETS from all over the world:

THE ONE NIGHT STAND, by Carolyne M. Acen
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/06/the-one-night-stand-by-carolyne-m-acen/

TOGETHER YOU AND I, by Sarah Colliver
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/06/together-you-and-i-poetry-by-sarah-colliver/

GIVE BACK MY VIRGINITY, by Ntokozo-Makeleni
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/06/give-back-my-virginity-poetry-by-ntokozo-makeleni/

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

RAPSCALLION, by Shelby Schimcek
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/09/rapscallion-poetry-by-shelby-schimcek/

DREAM AHEAD, by Chris Biscuiti
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/09/dream-ahead-poetry-by-chris-biscuiti/

YOUR EYES, by Agata Pujsza
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2015/10/09/your-eyes-poetry-by-agata-pujsza/

BRIGHTON CLOCK TOWER REDECORATED, by Anna Tizard
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/10/brighton-clock-tower-redecorated-poetry-by-anna-tizard/

ONCE NOTHING, by Adam White
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/10/once-nothing-poetry-by-adam-white/

FLOWERS BLOOM IN WINTER, by Cathrina Oshinowo
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/11/flowers-bloom-in-winter-poetry-by-cathrina-oshinowo/

THE FIRST DOWNPOUR, by J.K. Roseline
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/10/12/the-first-downpour-poetry-by-j-k-roseline/

Watch A Night To Remember, Poetry Reading by Joseph J. Cacciotti

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Watch the Poetry Reading of A NIGHT TO REMEMBER:

Poetry read by actress Alissa DeGrazia

WATCH that month’s poetry readings performed by professional actors:

http://www.wildsoundfestival.com/february_2015_poetry_readings.html