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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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Read NEW Poetry from all over the world

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three option to submit.
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Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three option to submit.

FREE POETRY CONTEST – Deadline TODAY

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

Gabby’s Story, Poetry by Ms. Rockett

THE DESTITUTE DEMOCRACY, by Steve Miller

The Destitute Democracy, Poetry by Steve Miller

IT’S ONLY RIGHT, by Drew Price

​​​​​​It’s Only Right, Poetry by Drew Price

A MOMENT, by Oyinkan Agboola

A MOMENT, Poetry by Oyinkan Agboola

SLEIGH, by Brian Anthony Hardie

SLEIGH, Poetry by Brian Anthony Hardie

NOT EVERYONE, by Pyja Jurid Pyxaz

Not everyone, Poetry by Pyja Jurid (pyxaz)

THE NIGHT WE FELL IN LOVE, by Lari G.

The night we fell in love, Poetry by Lari G

WORD FROM EMMANUEL, by Emmanuel Griggs

Words from Emmanuel, Poetry by Emmanuel Griggs

SURVIVAL, by Nwoko Alexandre

SURVIVAL, Poetry by Nwoko Alexandre

YOU’RE NOT THE BOX OF ME, by Cindi Walton

You’re Not the Boss of Me!, Poetry by Cindi Walton

WHY CAN’T I MOVE, by Tierra Martin

Why can’t I move?, Poetry 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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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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Words from Emmanuel, Poetry by Emmanuel Griggs

I have a passion for the art of word
And the lines and phrases that my heart beats
Always go unheard
From similes and metaphors
The words that I’m about to give you
Will soon sing higher than any chord

Genre: Life, Rhyme

Words from Emmanuel by Emmanuel Griggs

I have a passion for the art of word
And the lines and phrases that my heart beats
Always go unheard
From similes and metaphors
The words that I’m about to give you
Will soon sing higher than any chord
Please believe what I say
My dreams will become the greatest light of day
And when I speak to you that I am before
For me
It’s just another opened door
When I speak these words it’s the most fulfilling ecstasy
But only because of its lack of complexity

I can’t believe l’ve gotten this far
Keeping prying eyes, concluding
That this little black kid is up to par
These are words for Emmanuel from Emmanuel
Manually breathing
Annually
And
You’ll get what I mean
When you bare the burden of being awake
Emmanuel? I have a question
Do you know what’s at stake
Baring the energy of hate
Smiling at what’s fake
Just standing on stage…speaking
Letting the privileged kids give you a number or rate

Now Emmanuel answer me this
Do you remember?
Do you remember the now deceased girl you kissed
Do you remember? Calling Seattle Sundays bliss
I bet you remember avoiding the name calling and fist
I may sound pissed
But it’s only the hours of sleep I’ve missed
ProMISE
Now Emmanuel breath
Be calm
Read the chapter psalms
Not a Christian?
What?!
Emmanuel shame on you
These problems aren’t little anymore
Like stubbing your toe or getting the flu

Emmanuel
Listen!
You’re your best friend
Breath
Now beginning

You can do this

Now Emmanuel…who are you?
I am but a silhouette of who they see on stage

Speaking words that slumber on my heart awaiting awakening
I am but a name within a sea of names
Drifting upon a tide to a shore I’ll soon call my own
I am but a entertainer who’s audience crave a play on words and comfy tones

I am but a bored cloud on the airwaves
Who will sometimes get a bit of rain here and there
I am but a gazelle among the lions
Watching, running, dodging, the cunning
I am but a dream within the mind
Who can disappear at any given time

I am but a novel with no plot
With an infinite amount of pages
That captures, intrigues, and fascinates my readers
I am but a weak illness with enthusiasm
With an accepted fate yet immune to a cure

I am but a male born into a stereotype and statistic
I’m always sad
But still optimistic
I am but what you see as wrong
I am the melody, lyrics, and notes to your least favorite song

I am but a vowel
That’ll never make an A
Longing to close my I’s
Jumping through O after O
Born to the letter E
Yet
Will always stand tall for U
But I’ll sometimes ask Y
Is it worth it?
Do I deserve this?
Is this a privilege?
Have I earned this?

I am but a flower without a stem
Kissed by the earth
Waving farewell to the sky
I am but an ore among the ingots
Awaiting refinery
I am but a torch in the dark place
Illuminating my surrounding area
I am only Emmanuel

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The night we fell in love, Poetry by Lari G

When our eyes met the first time,

I knew it was a sign,

And when we talked for the first time,

I knew what was next in line

Genre: Love, Romance

The night we fell in love by Lari G

When our eyes met the first time,

I knew it was a sign,

And when we talked for the first time,

I knew what was next in line

 

We dance one night,

Your left hand holding my right

Together, we sway slowly

But our hearts are beating rapidly

 

And even when the music has stopped

And everybody wants to take a nap

We keep on dancing that night

That night, where everything felt right

 

The moon is shining brighter

The wind is blowing harder

And even if the stars are teasing

We just want to keep it going

 

That night, the night you came,

My world had never been the same,

‘Cause that’s when we knew that we are bound to be together

And we both hope and pray that it will last forever

 

We dance one night

Your left hand holding my right

And we kept on swaying that night

The night we fell in love.

 

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Not everyone, Poetry by Pyja Jurid (pyxaz)

Not everyone supposed to get married,
Not everyone should have kids,
Not everyone should have high-end fixed pay nine to five job,
Not everyone could’ve travel overseas every holidays,
Not everyone could’ve partying every weekend,
Not everyone could’ve mind everyone’s business,

Genre: Life, Society

 

Not everyone by Pyja Jurid (pyxaz)

Not everyone supposed to get married,
Not everyone should have kids,
Not everyone should have high-end fixed pay nine to five job,
Not everyone could’ve travel overseas every holidays,
Not everyone could’ve partying every weekend,
Not everyone could’ve mind everyone’s business,

Not everyone likes uploading everything on their social media accounts,
Not everyone could’ve make a lot of money and drive fancy cars,
Not everyone could’ve differentiate people based on their statuses,
Not everyone could’ve do everything what everyone is doing and,

Not everyone should get mad and listen to this.

Write your own destiny but respect other’s lives and privacy.

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SLEIGH, Poetry by Brian Anthony Hardie

Something not absent about to be spoken…

On the spotlight day, back from the child’s Eye camera eye.

Now stop does what was While you left.

Within a mile I felt the Memories following behind.

Genre: Relationship

 

SLEIGH by Brian Anthony Hardie

Something not absent about to be spoken…

On the spotlight day, back from the child’s Eye camera eye.

Now stop does what was While you left.

Within a mile I felt the Memories following behind.

Meaningless this is And should be, for the feeling too real to pass on By life.

To sob I need to rid myself of Such tremor.

Yet no possible route the way I came in would relieve pain here and now.

Much worth To grasp for my burning of our flag waving Passion.

These words pull the tears with no such Mercy.

My (I want) panic (to kiss) alleviates (you and)

What love (say I’m) I should have put forth (sorry).

Maybe from the film I project the Audience tear.

Eyes so innocent my mind would Arrest the one invoking.

Flailing around my Panic dance.

Still on the street while nausea

Entertained. To cry would forge the rage

I harmed so badly with.

So to sit with past in

The flame my only way to mend hearts alike…

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