Watch the May 2016 Poetry Readings

Watch the poetry readings from May 2016.

Watch the poetry readings from May 2016.

Wonder Woman – Poetry Reading by Angela Cohan

Disgrace – Poetry Reading by Jasmine Fredericks. Performed by Becky Shrimpton

My First Love Letter – Poetry by Madathil Rajendran Nair. Read by Dan Cristofori

Journey from Hell to Eden – Poetry by Colin Guest. Read by Dan Cristofori

Bullied, Poetry Reading by Angela Cohan. Performed by Dan Cristofori

 

 

Surrounded by Love, Poetry by Sancti-Fly Mama

Genre is Poetry Prayer/Surrounded by Love- Sancti-Fly Mama

 
Surrounded by Love by Sancti-Fly Mama

LAWS OF KINDNESS ARE ALL BEHIND THIS…BEFORE THE EVIL MATCH LIT ITS
NUGATORY FIRE, HE ALREADY CAST AWAY EVIL DESIRES OF WICKEDNESS AS
YOUR NUMBER ONE DISMISSED HIT; BOILING OVER IN YOUR BLOODLINE; STUCK
IN A THICK BATTERED CRUST OF YUMMY LOVE NUGGETS TO KILL DARKNESS
TRYING TO REFILL ITSELF INTO THE BREW OF YOUR MORNING BLISS, AS GOD
KISSES YOU UP. HIS LOVE NEVER FAILED YOU…YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY HIS
TRUTH; SMOTHERED IN HIS COVERS! HIS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS ON THE SIDE
AS YOUR SPIRITUAL GUIDE TO FLOW IN…PLENTY-MANY EPISODES LEFT
UNTOLD BY YOU WHEN YOU WERE DROWNING IN A FOISON OF UNTRUTHS, LIKE
A FOOL; HIS LOVE DID NOT HESITATE TO MAKE A WAY OF ESCAPE FOR YOU.

 
A DIVINE DELIGHT OF HIS REIGN KEEPING YOU SANE DESPITE ALL THE THINGS
YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH… CONFESSIONS OF INTERNATIONAL BLESSINGS OF NO
SHAME; WHY BOTHER WITH HEART TROUBLE AND HEART PROBLEMS…KISS
AND LICK YOUR FAITH WITH HIS LOVING GRACE TO RUN THE RACE PRESET FOR
YOU TO TRIUMPH, IN; ATTACKED IN THE BEST SIDE-TRACK OF THE EFFECTUAL
PRAYERS OF INTERCESSORS WHO PRAY NIGHT AND DAY FOR YOUR
SAFETY…TEACHING YOU HOW TO ALWAYS WIN; PUSHING YOU IN THE
KNOWLEDGE TO TURN ENEMIES INTO FRIENDS…KNOCKED UP IN LOVE!
INFECTED DAILY IN A PRAYER COMA, INSTIGATED BY YOUR HUSBAND/YOUR
WIFE TO KEEP YOU IN A SECURE COVENANT ENGRAVED AND PRESERVED IN THE
PROVENANCE OF A SANCTI-FLY LIFE.

 
HEAVEN AND EARTH SHALL PASS AWAY. YOU’RE WALKING IN TRUTH! NO MORE
CHAINS; A DIVINE DECREE OF BELIEF TO WALK IN THE WAY OF NO DEFEAT. YOU
HUFF AND PUFF ADDICTED TO BEING TOUGH; ACTING LIKE YOU’RE SO
HARD…AS YOUR GRANDPARENT’S LOVE AND PRAYERS CRIED OUT TO THE ONE
AND ONLY TRUE LIVING GOD, ON YOUR BEHALF; YOU MADE IT ON
THROUGH…DIDN’T YOU! YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY LOVE IN YOUR FACE AND
BEHIND YOUR BACK!

 
MAY YOU BE RUN OVER WITH FORGIVENESS AND TOLERANCE; DROWNING IN
COMPASSION AND RESPECT; KEEPING YOU AT RISK TO BE SURROUNDED BY
LOVE! YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY A LOVE THAT TOUCHES YOU AT ALL
TIMES…HE WILL NOT TAKE HIS HANDS OFF YOU. HIS LOVE-STAINS ARE ALL
AROUND; DRIPPING ON YOUR HEART RIGHT FROM THE VERY START; OILING
YOUR JOINTS TO POINT YOU TO HIS LOVE!

 

 

 

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Pieces Of You, Poetry by Hansteven Selfa

I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.

Genre: Rhyme, Love, Romance

Pieces Of You
by Hansteven Selfa

I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.

I figure you in a notional painting
Discover you between the pages of my book
In a quandary, you are the silver lining
I find pieces of you wherever I look.

You are the star I vision in the sky
And you’re also the yellow in the rainbow I see
You are the eagle I find up high
You are everywhere I’ll be.

 

 

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The Ultimate Misunderstanding, Poetry by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art?

Genre: Family, Life, Pain

The Ultimate Misunderstanding
by Stephanie Marie

I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art? Imagine the very moment when unconditional love is full of conditions. The emptiness, the guilt, the fault that fills within the innocence. Something like the very laws of physics losing its credibility. Tell me how one isn’t to change when the very being who is appointed your love source, your example, your creator, resigns the position. When the responsibility of love vanishes, so do the generations to follow. A world where one gives up their life to a worthy being . . only, the being is pushing you into death’s arms willingly. Damage, baffling. Repair, resistant. Like a bird nursed to health and having its wings clipped off during their very first flight. You left me injured.

I forgive mistakes. I forgive failed attempts. An absence is something I will not condone. I made a promise to myself ages ago that I would not accept such a lack of presence. As nothing more that a person, I am deserving. One could say it’s my fault for expecting you to remain the same person. So forgive me for not finding it in my heart to forgive you, or don’t. My life shall carry on without the weight.

 

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Easter Monday, Poetry by Mary E. Latela

I wore my new pink coat, silk, princess-style,

lined with satin and crinoline, to school.

Fifth grader, I pretended my brother,

who also walked, was a stranger,

Genre: Growing Pains

Easter Monday
by Mary E. Latela @LatelaMary

I wore my new pink coat, silk, princess-style,

lined with satin and crinoline, to school.

Fifth grader, I pretended my brother,

who also walked, was a stranger,

And he pretended not to know me either.
 
 

From the left, a mighty little neighbor boy

rushed out like a little rebellious skunk

and he pulled on my coat,

tore the crinoline, pulled on the hem, delicately stitched.

Kids gathered, some laughing, and I assumed they were mocking me.

Finally, the mother came out and shouted,

“Harold! Come in now! Don’t you bother that girl!”

He slumped away. My brother said nothing.

Just as I could feel my breath again, relieved that the assault was over,

I walked into school and my teacher saw me,

asked me what happened …. the only word I could utter was “boy.”

Nosy Peggy filled in the details.

Teacher folded the coat carefully, slid it into a paper bag for safekeeping,

until my mother could use her magic touch to repair the coat,

Stitch by stitch.

I never felt safe again.

 

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My Derision, Poetry by Kira Rice

My heart yearns for beauty yet I look in ruins,

my soul thirsts yet I search in barren lands,

Genre: fear, hurt, life, painful, personality, religion, inspirational and sad

My Derision
by Kira Rice

“My heart yearns for beauty yet I look in ruins,

my soul thirsts yet I search in barren lands,

my eyes long for truth yet I seek human hands,

my being hungers after fullness yet I worship emptiness.”

 

 

 

 

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A Terrifying Night, Poetry by Aditya Agrawal

And as I just said that, a fresh cold terror gripped me.

I was not in the home, but inside my college dormitory

And if my terrors and horrors were not too enough,

I heard the dormitory door creak slowly open.

Genre: Fear

A Terrifying Night
by Aditya Agrawal

I was lying on the bed when the door creaked open.

In the middle of the night, who could be I thought.

As it opened wider, a blanket of horror engulfed me.

Saw a monster, in all its furious anger, rush towards me.

As I now started to react, it swiftly pinned me down.

Its fangs and claws raised, waiting to strike with a frown.

I woke up with a scream, realizing it was just a dream.

“What happened honey?” heard my mom’s voice ask me.

“Nothing, mom!” the words slipped out of my shaky lips.

And as I just said that, a fresh cold terror gripped me.

I was not in the home, but inside my college dormitory

And if my terrors and horrors were not too enough,

I heard the dormitory door creak slowly open.

 

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Family Destruction, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression

Genre: Dark, Depression, Scary, and Family

Family Destruction
by Barbara Hunt

Dark and sinister it was as it stared down at her a devilish smile played on its lips as amusement raised in its eyes

She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression

This monster was of the worst in nature and as she stared at it she became cornered as it pulled her down into the depths of the underworld
Sealing her fate as no cries would ever be heard she closed her eyes delving further into the abyss she uttered it’s name in the eternal silence mourning the loss of peace

 

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Living In Color, Poetry by Emani Barton

Genre: Society, Life

Living In Color
by Emani Barton

The melanin of your skin

Isn’t what defines you

Though, they’ve already created an image

Of who you’re supposed to be…

Barbaric, so in ways they’ll confine you

And judge you off of the colors that they see

They don’t see beyond your melanin

To understand who you are

They just know that you’re not equal

From picking cotton

To leaking blood from each scar

Mastered by the evil

They’ll paint a picture of you

Using your color as a weapon

Formed against you

Then try to defeat your purpose

Of fighting for your rights to be equal

The pessimistic thought

Of being turned down, is far too familiar

In a society where if your skin is brown

You’re looked at as peculiar

Supposed to be a nation

where we all stand united

But if they really cared for our people

George Zimmerman would’ve been indicted

If it were the other way around

They’d say that Tray were a beast

Yet here we go again, telling another brother

To Rest In Peace

Young black male with skittles and iced tea

Wrongfully accused of being a threat

To society, there is no justice

Which leads to a city of riots and ruckus

But the story lives on and so does the pain

Trayvon Martin, We’ll remember your name

When you are one of color

This is your reality

Something you deal with

On a day to day basis

We are victims of police brutality

They kill our people

Then dismiss the cases

Every chance they have, they’ll pull you over

Even when you’re within the speed limit

And if you drive a Bimmer or Range Rover

They’ll suspect that you have drugs in it

So they’ll ask you to step out

And expect you to let them search your car

You know your rights

So you stay where you are

They proceed to harass you

As they’re standing outside of your door

You begin to remind them

Of Amendment number four

“There is no probable cause to insinuate that my vehicle may contain any evidence of a crime. Believe me officer, you’re wasting your time”

They’re thrown off by your response of knowing your rights, and intimidated by your courage to stand up and fight.

“I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN COURT!”

Said the late Sandra Bland. After being slammed to ground by a white man. Who pulled her over for failing to indicate, then yanked her out of her car, and tried to insinuate, that she would kick and scream and was downright rebellious, but in all actuality that woman was helpless. They took her to jail, and left her to die. Then couldn’t even tell us how she died or why

until an autopsy report ruled it was suicide, But if you ask me, they killed her because of her pride. They took away her rights and left her with no choice. She’s not here to defend herself So we’ll just have to be her voice.

They’ll abuse our people, we’ll get it on camera, but still…That wouldn’t be enough. They’ll excuse their behavior get a pat on the back for dealing with our people so rough.

43 year old asthmatic father of six, accused of allegedly selling untaxed cigarettes, by the same officer who made him feel harassed, Which was the same officer who choked him while he gasped “I can’t breathe” over and over, But still smothers him relentlessly until he lost complete composure. We stand here today, sending condolences and saying “Rest In Peace” To Eric Garner who lost his life in the custody of the police. Just like Freddie Gray, who died from unnecessary force because police officers decided to throw him in the back of the van aggressively

with no remorse, but before all of that, they bent his legs back while pressing their knee into his neck all because he’s black. They tried to say it was because of his possession of an illegal knife meanwhile they arrested him before the knife was even in sight he cried out in pain, while being dragged across the floor, then furthermore sustained injuries from not being secured. He went into a coma and fractured his spine and instead of rushing to his needs they just took their time. It’s not fair, but they don’t care. They never loved our people we’ve always been aware.

Living in color has many ups, but more downs because even with your hands up, you get shot like Mike Brown. Who surrendered the fight that was becoming intense against an officer that shot him and claimed self defense. He fired six times and twice to the head which was the last two shots that left Brown dead. If it were us behind the gun, they wouldn’t cut any slack. They’d look at what was done and the fact that we’re black. Then that would be enough for them to throw us away, there would be justice for that victim the very next day. They wouldn’t hesitate for a minute to take away our rights and they’ll even find reasons to justify taking our lives.

12 year old boy playing with a pellet gun, another regular day in the park just having some toy fun. Until a call was made that he could potentially be holding a pistol, though the message was relayed, they forgot to mention “POTENTIAL”. So when the two police officers arrived to the scene, they let off two shots immediately. They didn’t even check to see if the gun was real, although Tamir lifted his shirt to try and reveal that the gun was just a toy and he didn’t mean any harm. So there wasn’t any reason for anyone to be alarmed, but they didn’t give him a chance to prove the gun was fake. They later discovered that part when it was too late. The officer lied a numerous amount of times About the procedures he failed to take which ended Tamir’s life. But no one was punished for the situation that occurred and no justice for the family for the pain they’ve endured.

Police brutality has been an issue within black communities for years. The law is meant to protect our people not have us living in fear. We aren’t privileged because of the color of our skin in this society, they make it hard for our people to win. The melanin of our skin isn’t what defines us though, the melanin of our skin is what made us tough. We can do anything if we just believe all of our goals can and will be achieved. They tell us we can’t do it and we should give up, but we’ve been thru it to know that enough is enough. They think we are animals, uneducated and ignorant. They look at our faces then automatically pass judgment. We will no longer allow anyone to hold us back, We are proud of how far we’ve come and proud to be Black. If we just stick together and keep love in our hearts, there’s nothing this world can do to tear us apart.

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A Thought For The Farmers, Poetry by Rajat Agrawal

Before you take a sleep at night,
Before you hungrily take a bite,
Think of the poor farmers here,
They work tirelessly day and night,
To provide you the food you eat,
To provide you the means to survive

Genre: Painful

A Thought For The Farmers
by Rajat Agrawal

Before you take a sleep at night,
Before you hungrily take a bite,
Think of the poor farmers here,
They work tirelessly day and night,
To provide you the food you eat,
To provide you the means to survive.

Before you throw the food in a bin,
Before you complain which went in,
Think of all the people there,
They risk their lives in the fields,
Their own children do stay hungry,
To feed us as per to our needs.

Before you begin to take a nosh,
Before you decide to take a toast.
The farmers there silently cry, for
The farmers there live without hope.
No one to hear their gloomy voice,
For they at all do not have a choice.

So here is a request to you all,
When you start your sapid meal,
Take a moment before you eat,
Thank the farmers for their zeal,
To provide you a way to live,
By sacrificing their very own life.
 

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