2016! – Poetry Reading by Kevin Short

 Poetry performed by Val Cole

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

A REFLECTION OF TWELVE MONTHS PAST

What motivated you to write this poem?

THE SADNESS AND DESPAIR EXPERIENCED BY MANY DURING 2016

How long have you been writing poetry?

40 YEARS +

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

IT’S A TOSS UP BETWEEN ELVIS AND SAMUEL BECKETT, BUT DONALD TRUMP WOULD BE FAVORITE RIGHT NOW!

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I AM A PERFORMANCE POET MYSELF, BUT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOOD TO HEAR ANOTHER PROFESSIONAL’S PERSPECTIVE AND INTERPRETATION.

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

YES, I WRITE PLAYS, SCREENPLAYS, SONGS, QUIRKY BOOKS, AND A LITTLE HAIKU.

What is your passion in life?

MY PASSION IS TO PROVIDE FOOD FOR THOUGHT THROUGH THE ARTS AND ENTERTAINMENT MEDIA.

UNDER THE POURING RAIN, Poetry by The Surrealist

Genre: Rhyme, Life

Our love for sure was a suppressed story

Chained in complete clandestine,

While the stars giggle as we found snugger in each arms

While the moon fortified our path through a wonderful love

While the dark skies camouflaged the unrevealed torment of the future

While the wind heard the whistling, rustlings of the hushed sweetness

While the clouds canopied us from tears

Our love was reserved only for the two of us, hoarded…

So, when our love was falling, drifting, ripping apart

Tears had to fall gracefully, carefully

So nobody could hear the rippling pain, not a single soul alive

While the stars?

The moon?

The skies?

They could do nothing but gazed us, parting ways- rifted, ruptured

For the last time, before I go North and you trod down South

We cuddled under the pouring rain

Wishing the waters would take away every bit, every piece of pain…

 

 

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Gone, Poetry by minusthecynic

Genre: Religion, Inspirational

Gone: 
Goodbye opportunity to set the record straight 
Farwell comfortable silences , whispered and screamed love songs to Jesus in attempts to beat the 
summer heat 
Long dreary days 
Tear stained eyes 
Hard to deal with attitudes and personalities larger than life 
Differences of opinion, divergent paths we walk on 
Yet there is love between us buried amidst this madness 
And that’s why it aches so much inside my heart 
Cos there is no turning back the hands of time 
I will never get that period back again 
When I could have filled in the blanks 
Told you all those things you didn’t know about me 
I don’t think I ever will 
Even if I get the chance 
Cos there are some things you are better off not knowing 
Even if problems become halved when we distribute them out amongst your blood and flesh 
Why would I want to make your life more difficult by struggling to summon up the love required 
In response to my situation 
I’d rather not make your life a simulation of a living hell 
Far better for you to continue on with your life in happy smiling ignorant bliss 
Than to possess the knowledge that your own kindred has done something dreadful 
Trespassed upon the unthinkable boundary 
Crossing the threshold into the dark realm of undiscovered country that should have remained 
Unkempt and free of exploration by absolutely anyone 
My soul was cannibalized and colonized like a colon cancer 
And I do not possess the answer within me 
As to why I would allow my mind to become deceived in this way 
Yet that is the biggest reason why our time has been thieved so rapidly 
Why I find myself desperately rushing my words hoping to create some semblance of normality 
In the way the two of us relate 
 
Even if you think my mentality is out of date 
You never said as much to my sweet and sour indulging face 
You never completely gave up on me 
As I did you 
Dismissing your very existence 
Shunning you like the pilgrims once did 
As if that would bring your eyes any closer to heaven 
And pull you any further away from a hellish future 
Oh so scornful am I of the way you live your life 
Yet when faced with temptation I cave I crumble just as you once did 
So who am I the high and mighty one fallen off his haughty Clydesdale 
Regaling you with mystic charm the bale of hay wailing in your arms 
Is it a more dangerous thing to possess 
Arms if you be an amputee or just like me limbed and reckless 
What if everything we once loved and cherished about the way we relate to each other 
Has disappeared forever beyond the horizon’s vanishing point 
You are far more charitable towards me in your thoughts than I ever was to you 
And I wonder why I deserve such grace when all I ever do is spit in your face 
Just treat you with contempt and act like I’m exempt from responding to kindness  
With something other than cruelty and disdain 
Some other mood than irate closed off disregard for human life 
Leaving you alone to do your own thing 
While I tread down my path, aloof head in the clouds 
Can I be any more like Jesus I ask myself 
Can I start over , act as if the preceding weeks had not been a challenge 
To keep the nightmares bursting out my head 
To draw you deeper in my dark callous net 
If only I could perfectly reflect 
The love I aim to emulate Jehovah gives me 
If I had but the will and strength inside me 
To overcome my straying towards worldliness 
 
V2 
What I am really angry about 
More than anything else in the world 
Is mostly myself 
For allowing all these hours to slip through my fingers 
Was it fear of confrontation 
Funny that I didn’t have a problem with starting controversy 
Courting it as if I was its betrothed bride 
And yet in the heat of the moment look at me 
See how I shrink away inside myself  
When provided with the chance to stand up for righteousness 
Not wanting to humiliate or cause pain to my fellow womb room sharer 
Desiring anything but to push you away into the shadowlands 
I have dabbled with the darkness for far too long 
That’s why I’m trying to protect you from its encroaching cloaking devices 
I don’t know how to disagree with you and keep things amicable between us 
It seems like my words just wound when I want them to heal and soothe 
I need the Lord to take control of my mouth and set a guard on my lips 
Transform my mind so I can deal with the challenge of preserving it from wickedness 
Can we have a get together without going over the same old familiar topical territory 
Must our home always be the location for verbal sparring 
What is the point or purpose to our endless warring 
Isn’t this supposed to be a time of generous spirits 
Are we not called to love one another and bring peace, joy and love to the world 
How can we do that if it doesn’t exist within our own home 
We are divided amongst ourselves when we should be a united front 
Us against the universe 
Or at the very least being used as a catalyst 
To bring this galaxy in submission to Jehovah 
Convince souls to bow the knee willingly before we are coerced and compelled by blazing fiery eyes 
V3 
 
I remember a time when we possessed far more similar looking minds 
When His power and His glory was our enduring passion 
Before the fashions of society dictated our response to His gospel truth 
Before the rules of some countries lorded it over our willingness to live out our faith 
When it contradicts the popular opinion of the day 
Did we forget sin is as old as time 
It goes back to the most perfect garden that ever lived and breathed 
Why are we so surprised that evil and poverty still exist in the world 
It is not because of our deeds always that sickness occurs within us 
Though diet and exercise has a lot to do with it 
Both its presence and its absence 
Some starve themselves for the sake of affection 
Yet find a greater affection in starvation than the arms of an angel formed in human shape 
Time is a precious commodity we have in short supply 
I watch it fly on by like butterflies out the window 
I don’t attempt to catch it just let it drift on , go 
Above those maddening crowds and saddening clouds 
Putting a dampener on my swimming at the beach plans on Christmas day 
Not that it matters if a tradition is upheld 
If it gets in the way from our view of the cross 
And the cradle of a manger where our sweet saviour once lay 
The focus of our attention should be drawn to Him always 
How to deal with what I feel 
When our saviour is gone from this earth 
But not from our hearts 
I have to keep on believing and telling myself 
That He still lives in you no matter how far you appear to drift from Him in your ideology 
You still claim to know Him you still cling to His love desperately 
Like a drowning man sinking in the sea of seemingly limitless possibilities 
We have far too many options   these days of what to believe in 
Yet God’s truth stands alone in its uniqueness 
 
The only God who ever claimed to be the truth itself 
The only God who ever gave His life to save the world 
To save it from the damage 
Swords it drew into itself thrusting madly 
Like a wolf not seeing the frozen knife in the ice hole 
Dipped in the blood of seals 
In frenzy piercing itself with furious illogic 
We cause ourselves harm when we drift from His arms 
When we try to make our own godling 
When we ascribe His goodness to ourselves and our badness to His mindset 
Yet our sins do not fully describe all that we are 
We are not them though they may belong to us alone 
We are so much more than meets the eye 
And yet we judge each other based only upon what is revealed by glancing at our surfaces 
Do we not see 
The hands of heaven working behind the scenes 
To pull us closer to salvation’s kingdom 
Do we not hear 
The voice of trumpets calling us 
From beyond the grave like mental state of selfishness 
Into a holy state of being absorbed wholly in Him  
V4 
The conflict of humanity remains 
Ever unresolved til the return of Christ 
There is so much left unsaid 
For fear of upsetting the delicate balance between us 
So many of our feelings we kept locked up within the cavern bound cupboards of our soul 
For the sake of dodging sniping bullets of sarcastic wit and plastic versions of authentic expression 
The seasonal smiles of presumption on the part of the customers to always remain correct 
The urge to uphold tradition to provide a home of hospitality and create a welcoming atmosphere 
The dear and tender moments , once cherished long since neglected 
 
Those activities we once indulged in that lit a flame of tenderness within our youthful hearts 
Like washing lines of Christmas cards and oversized socks only suitable for gargantuan feet 
Barely recalled snowmen with carrot stick noses and coal button eyes 
Scarves wrapped around their necks and somebody’s hat probably dad’s laid atop its crumbling mug 
Drinking warm cups of cocoa and egg nog so often anyone would think they were our drug 
Cutting off a slice of a life we left behind in the foggy wintry past 
V5 
As bits and pieces of your language become transformed , mangled and tangled 
When learning a new tongue forces you to deteriorate in knowledge of your own 
As your way of relating to the world alters and you seem to grow yourself a second skin 
The casual lackadaisical attitude we grew up with appears forced unwelcome in your being 
Not sitting comfortably with the prim and proper strict and punctual manner of behaviour 
You have grown accustomed to in later years 
My teardrops fall for the passionate crusader you once were 
For the negotiations and compromises you made within yourself 
Decisions you might argue you were forced to make by necessity 
Not choosing who you love or willing to lose an argument in order to maintain a lasting friendship 
Possibly unaware of the pressure you exert upon blood flowing unrestricted through his pores 
I know it’s about more than settling old scores for you 
Why are you endlessly attempting to bring us all round to your point of view 
Can’t you just let the matter rest 
Let it die with the dodos 
I know it is a tragedy that we should just lock up this topic and 
Leave it as just one of many things we are not long allowed to talk about 
For fear of treading on sensitive toes 
But better that scenario than this cold war exerting all the strength 
Exhausting all the love, suffocating any compassion between us 
Why must we always be forced to take sides 
Can’t we talk about something anymore that doesn’t result in volcanoes of hot fury 
Erupting suddenly when wires get crossed and confusion thrives 
Our sweet honey hive was never meant 
 
To harbour such disillusionment 
We shouldn’t have to play pretend 
To mend our shattered chain of hearts  

 

 

 

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Ophelia; from Isolation to Desolation, Poetry by Bicky Saikia

Genre: Minimalism

Shredded heart bleeds blue
high and isolated
she is her own muse.
Sinking in whisky 
headed up to desolation,
betrayed yet easy to wield,
standing next to misery.

She is ophelia
Belongs to a forbidden town.
a victim and stressed lover,
stumbled and floundered 
innocence died with her virgin blood
youth is now aged bride 
exaggerate some wailing groove.

Sings and weeps
scars and tattoos shine 
her unadorned and blazed ancient beauty 
ushers to vanity and delusions 
She slept with a dethroned prince
kiss and undress that ample girl
tried to be faded by singing celtic song
accused by unforgiven deeds of others 
from isolation ophelia headed upto desolation.

 

 

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The Battle, Poetry by Glen Hill

 Genre: Rhyme, Life

Captain McLeod stood staring out to space,
A tough old man, with scars on his face,
Deep in thought, deep in contemplation,
Onboard his planet orbiting defence station.

Distortions were seen far off in the stars,
Above and to the left near the planet Mars,
He finished some cake, and wiped it on his shirt,
He looked directly at an officer “Go High Alert”.

The officer pushed a button, lights and bells rang out,
People scurried everywhere, thinking “what’s this all about”,
Cannons were charged, and hospitals were manned,
The Captain thought “The bastards are coming, earlier than planned”

Lieutenant Webb reached his fighter, and primed it for launch,
Another tough nut, so brave and so staunch,
The squadron leader, the who commands repect,
To run from a fight, a thought he’d totally object.

Patiently waiting, His dash was all aglow,
Waiting for the order, waiting to launch, to go,
The green light was given, and his throttle went down,
He was followed by many, the ships were all around.

Eighty alien warships, decloaked right ahead,
Webb saw these huge ships, and banked left instead,
A frontal assault, is suicide he thought,
He didnt want to risk his men, he didnt want them caught.

“Fire” the Captain said, then repeated it as a shout,
As he watched the alien warships, their fighters coming out,
Gunfire suddenly erupted, as the cannons locked on,
And the aliens retaliated, with shots before long.

Webb maneuvered broadside, and engaged their ships,
Gunfire was everywhere, but Webb just pursed his lips,
His squadron had fanned out, and given free run,
This is going to take awhile, before they will be done.

“Ready the nukes” the Captain announced, as he sat in his chair,
“They are here to destroy us, they’re not going anywhere”
Damage was taken, to both sides of the fight,
Whole floors were blow out, then sucked away from sight.

Explosions now riddled, most of the alien warships too,
Some were dropping away, the Captain knew what to do,
“Webb” the Captain said “Nukes are coming your way”,
Webb knew that meant one thing, he needed to get far away!

Part 2
Webb radioed his squadron, saying “That’s enough fun”,
“The Captain will be firing nukes, so we have to run”,
With a few more alien casualties, and happy with his deed,
The entire squadron reversed course, Then took off at speed.

“We cant nuke every ship” an officer had said,
But the Captain had an idea, a plan formed in his head,
“No we can’t hit all the ships, yes you are correct”
“But i intend hitting most of them, and have a chain reaction effect”

Just then some flashes were seen, from an alien warship,
As fifteen were ships were launched at them, ones with a pointy tip,
“Boarding Party” the Captain yelled, as he pointed at his crew,
Half the bridge crew departed, for their armoury rendezvous.

“Launch the nukes” the Captain screamed “And hit every second one”
A whoosh of big projectiles, jet streaks brighter than the sun,
By this time Webb and co, were all clear, almost home,
And rounded the back of the station to the launch dome.

Webb knew about the boarding ships, and sprinted for a gun,
He locked and loaded with heaps of things “Time to have more fun”
The boarding ships hurtled toward the station, aliens by the airlock seal,
They slammed into the side of the hull, puncturing through steel.

The front of the ships opened up, and aliens poured out,
Webb and his crews were already coming, they weren’t messing about,
The aliens saw Webb, and he saw them, and scattered for cover,
Shots rang out and missiles too as they engaged one another.

One of Webbs crew, lobbed a grenade as the aliens were pinned,
The man who did it, sniggered and said “i think i have sinned”,
THe explosion ripped the aliens apart, the timing was a fluke,
“Instead of throwing a normal grenade, i think i threw a nuke”

Soon enough though, the aliens were gone the threat now is no more,
Webb had made it to the bridge, to checkout the warship score,
The Captains plan for a chain reactionworked like a song,
The warship numbers had significantly reduced their end wont take long.

The station is badly damaged, one more ship to go,
The Captain was making up his mind, as he paced to and fro,
One more nuke was fired, but the warship started to glow red,
“i think they will fire their main weapon” is all the Captain said.

The nuke had struck the last ship, as it fired out a beam,
And as the warship fell away,the station was cut in half clean,
The orbiting station buckled, then started losing height,
The Captain looked out from the bridge, the planet now plain in sight.

The evacuation was sounded, as the station became unstable,
“Get to your escape pods now” those of you who are able,
Escape pods ejected this way and that, as the station was erupting in flame,
Some people will be scarred from this, and they will never be the same.

 

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The Sempiternal Sapphire, Poetry by Sohinee Dey

 Genre: Hope, Inspirational, Long, Motivational, Rhyme, Strong, Life,
Personality.

Out of nowhere, blowed the outraged zephyr,
Trying to diminish the glow of the sapphire.
Evocative and fetching all together,
Knew the wind not that it was nether!

Beleaguered by the wind, never did she cry,
Neither did she succumb into a mournful sigh.
Only believed that it will pass by,
And she will always hold her head high!

Ameliorated, she sat there,
Withstanding the wind; calling it mere.
Somewhere above the albatross cried,
Muffled and obliterated; in silent effluence, the wind crept by.

Then the sun shone in its full glory,
Nowhere was repentance; without it being sorry.
Engaged himself in a dalliance with the sapphire,
Scorched her; dissembling her in his fire!

Crestfallen was the sapphire now,
But promised herself never to bow,
Stronger she would be; made a vow.
Promised; a better route she would plough!

The rain came along,
Leaving behind a demure calmness behind.
Shy at first, then drenched the earth in ebullience.
Acting as an elixir for efflorescence.
The sapphire sat and let herself drench in petrichor.

Then the autumn was awakened,
Wherein the grip of the roots were slackened.
Left the greens and blooms to wither.
But a new beginning it was, for the sapphire.

The winter trailed in unannounced,
Froze the earth without an ounce of mercy.
Took the earth in its demesne,
But there she sat, shining in her ethereal flames.

The spring created an assemblage of blooms,
Cheered everyone out of their gloom.
The sapphire rejoiced in epiphany,
Without losing her shine; for fighting through all the infamy.
BY: SOHINEE DEY

 

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The Voice, Poetry by Tabith’Ashley

Genre: hope, inspirational, salvation, and suspense

So prone to not having a voice
So cold,
But that’s the result of the path that was chosen
Ready, set, get molded.
A million stones,
A thousand trees,
Yet not a time that seemed like the shade was frozen.
Identity stolen.
Reaching out beyond the underground,
In through the next door that isn’t closing.
I was chosen.
Long before my time,
Before those parents were even mine,
Or the sun touched our sky.
I’m here to answer the calling.
You wanna be free?
Come join!
Everybody fall in.
Racing to the finish,
Being obedient so I ain’t falling.
Even though we all fall sometimes.
But I get back up,
Brush my shoulders off and continue walking.
I’m through stalking,
Down that sad ol’ memory lane.
Things just ain’t the same.
Well of course not,
They’re supposed to change.
Adapt you say?
Well I’m the one making the changes,
So it’s already apart of me.
You see,
I was born ready,
With this truth here in my heart.
The whole community scorching!
And I’m the piece where the fire starts.
Confidence is a virtue.
I’ve entered into a new regime.
Kill me,
And I’ll turn the other cheek.
Come back to life,
And let you kill me again.
I won’t avenge!
The bigger person is the one who can walk away.
Let go,
And redirect that pain.
Channel that energy,
Into something positive and riveting.
Make some real noise with this creativity.
Oh you already hip to me?
Tell me what’s my biggest fear?
Who do I work hard to be?
Where am I striving for next year?
You still have the balls to judge me?
I didn’t think so!
I glow too much.
Forget blinding them,
I’m here to make my enemies choke.
Suspended from this program,
And I’ll be the one changing the channel.
Where’s the remote?
I’m no joke.
But I smoke when it goes down.
Leaving them envious…
Talking about the ones that frown when I get down.

By: Tabith’Ashley

 

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A baleful banishment, Poetry by Sujoy Bhattacharya

 
Genre: Life

Placid calmness was patting her supple hands on my
fetid forehead to mitigate my mental moroseness .
My eyes weary were ailing for a dream- fed slumber .
A pair of butterflies in a copulating posture flying happily
to remind me the existence of happiness in my vicinity .
By the side of a flowing brook robed in with the velvety
attire of desolate serenity , not contaminated with the
frenzied din and bustle of morbid humanity ,I was retiring !
I was retired tired of wading through stubborn deluge of woes !
Woes that I invited in my life to feast on the residue of cinders
Cinders I loved once to scatter over the barrenness of discomfiture .
Hostile waves of defeats did not allow me to taste the sauce of victory .
The soul of Hitler appeared abruptly to gossip with my garrulous mind .
From behind the grey clouds effigy of burnt spirits frowned at me fiercely .
A dinosaur from the remote ice age frightened away Hitler to hades again .
The pioneer polestar waved her braid to foster me to carry on my choir .
Caesar the great , came to quench his thirst at the bank of the brook ,
fatigued and frightened to count the clones of the contemporary Brutus !
Socrates came coughing , holding the cup that contains his molten death , hemlock !
I prostrated at her feet to wash with the tears of Roman atonement , dew of homage !
Mona Lisa came dancing depicting a diagram of dreadful interrogation menacing –
I forgot to note the password to unlock the mystery of tears -laughter entwinement .
Something was being pelted into the placid brook to create tremendous turmoil .
I cast my inquisitive look to find king Midas on a pile of gold cubes, was immersing his avarice .
A bevies of beautiful elves were blowing conks at the Zenith to welcome white pigeons l
I closed my tormented eyes to hem it with the enigmatic sleep of profound amnesiac oblivion !
My deafened ears can no more hear the bewailing of lamenting souls captive in anabiosis .
Fettered feet limping on the paleographic arena for deciphering new definition of humanity .
My mind can take exile to a !and where stinking smell of burning mankind can’t reach .
But my petrified body motionless can’t even crawl to the grave of death to exhilarate life .

 

 

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Satan and his forbidden island, Poetry by Aziz Alkaabi

 Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

 It will shiver soon,
Their own holy dawn
and the golden moon
will shy and yawn,

Blinking her last
hazel lights on a vast
silky ocean.

Soon,
The flaming sun
will beam his discipline,
And
I am awake I am alone.

It will shiver soon
their own holy dawn,
And the sea
will tender her waves,
For them to depart.

Gods of winds will rise
to rub their eyes,
Eager to lead them away.

Nightingales,
Avid to pray,
Across this magical bay
and guiding stars assiduous,

Glazing their shining armor.

When I am listless,
Atop my dormant mountain,
I am awake always alone.

Reflecting,
Over this cold flint
and sharp stone.

Waiting to espy them again,
Joyous Poets,
They will be sailing
to “New Babylon”

That disguised heaven,
Amidst her emerald sea,
I am told.

The immortal island,
I am forbidden to go see.

The land of enchanting potions,
They attain bliss.

That mysterious land
of eternal milk and sacred honey.

Towering castles,
Beneath which flow,
Rivers of godly wines.

They will be sailing
to New Babylon,

Where they will be taught
the speech of birds
by Solomon’s children.

Where they will be schooled
to tame his winds.

When I am listless,
Atop my dormant mountain,
I am awake always alone.

How arduous
can this be?

Will it ever break
this nasty old spell?

The curse which
kept me yearning
for a million years,

Knowing not
what I make or do here.

Except!
Every blazing month of June,
I find me waiting,

Over this silent mountain,
By the sea.

Tending seaside birds,
Waiting
and my hurtful sorrows,
And soon
I’ll watch them wild sparrows.

Some,
Their thighs are pale,
Some,
Their streaks yellow,
And some,
Just like me!

They bear

Dark spots
around their hearts.

 

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Why?, Poetry by David Mayall

Genre: Angry

Mournful thoughts I ask you why,
The day,
The night,
The morning sky.

Sorrowful sigh continue on,
Our world,
Our life,
Our morning sun.

Words spoken, silent,
Abrupt,
Spitting sound,
Anger raised,
Hurt,
Profound.

But why?
Why? The question
It’s what I ask,
Such rage builds,
Boiled,
Vehement,
Mask.

A passion,
A pride,

Of embarrassed truth,
Twisted mind,
The hardened proof.

Emotion bled,
Scourged its soul,
Tortured hatred,
Plagued turmoil.

These the things,
Off narrowed path,
Your guidance,
Keeps,
In silent wrath.

And yes,
I do,
I make mistakes,
Without your guide,
Forgiveness breaks.

Even time,
It Heals,
It’s hurtful,
Sigh,
Of mournful thoughts,
When asking,

Why?

By David Mayall.

 

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