Poetry Reading: Heaven Cried Too by Ty Davis

Poem performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

The theme of the poem is family/emotional.

What motivated you to write this poem?

The passing of my Grandmother in 2015. She passed a day after my birthday, February 26th. It rained that day and snowed a bit. Pretty much the whole week leading up to her funeral, the weather was like that. But the day of her funeral the sun was out. I guess she had a warm welcome that day.

How long have you been writing poetry?

This is really like the second poem I wrote. I not really a poet. I wrote a poem a little before that called “No More Mr. Nice Ty”, it was like the opening of a short script I wrote of the same title. I thought it was sorta wack though.

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

I’m not really trying to have dinner with a zombie, bro. I don’t know. Maybe the old Kanye.

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

I got email out of the blue about submitting a poem. This was like the only poem I’ve really had. I’m writer battling writer’s block right now. Maybe my Grandma and my fam that I named in the poem knew I needed some inspiration and trying to align the universe up for me.

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

Yeah, the short script I mentioned earlier. I’m working on a pilot and feature right now.

What is your passion in life?

Writing, storytelling , creating. Just being able to create characters and come up with storylines. It’s like having a whole universe in your head. Right now I’m just trying to figure how to get it out.

Poetry Reading: CONGO, CONGO by Miroslav Atanasov

Poem performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

The Congo Free State crimes and the continual suffering of the Congo people.

What motivated you to write this poem?

I’ve passionately wanted to share the Congo story with the world.

How long have you been writing poetry?

Off and on for 12 years.

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

Jesus Christ

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

Your Great festival platform.

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

Yes. One movie script on the subject. Also I do scholarly writing and media commentaries.

What is your passion in life?

Helping people. Especially in Africa.

Read Poetry: Dreams… by Buffy Sammons

Genre: Inspirational

Dreams…

By Buffy Sammons..

In my dreams, I am laughing, smiling, joking and walking fast and tall.

I never lose my stride, as I’m holding your hand, without fear of a fall…

You hold me tight as if you are wrapping wings around my heart

Like my own private secret secret-service angel that will never let me fall apart…

If only the dreams would never end and I could stay..

In the fantasy of you and I being wild and free as the wind blows warm as if to make our worries fade away…

Sometimes I dream of loved ones lost, as we sit together and talk like old times, no pain just conversing, laughing, and having fun…

Other times it’s my bucket list that I share with you, as we float in a warm pool with my umbrella in a tropical drink in hand soaking in the Hawaiian sun…

Not a care in the world everything is beautiful and Grand..

As I look at nature’s wonders, and bury my feet into the warm white sand…

Sometimes we take flight along the shores looking down at the water, so crystal clear and blue.

On a zip line in this beautiful place, that was made especially for two…

How do I stay in the slumber of soft, beautiful, heavenly memories both from the past, and some that may never be…

But I have to accept that when I awake there is a reason that I’m still here as I look up and I see…

The wheelchair near the bed that are basically chained to me each and every day…

I’ll deal with the hand that God dealt to me, because there is a reason I wake up again each day and can truthfully say…

When the dreams don’t stop one day and I don’t awaken from my sleep…

It will mean that my purpose was the fulfilled and I will take my final rest knowing that it’s no longer a dream, as I pray to the Lord my soul to keep..

I will be reunited with those loved and lost in my life that I really still love and miss…

And from the heavens I will take the seat being saved, as I send my loved ones a final kiss…

I sincerely send my Love to you all…                                                                   For always keeping me from fear of the fall…

 

Half pint’s, Poetry by Edward Michaels

Genre: Love, Family

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Boamorte, Poetry by Juan Antonio García

Genre: Relationship, Life

So long locked in words

And this sky?

Doesn´t this sky deserve

a serene death?

And it´s these words

that I long for

They glow as hidden lilies

delicacy in her petals

ray of sun

to her splendor

Thus I languish

across grey valleys

howling, tears

Doesn´t this sky deserve

a serene death?

 

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“They always bite the hand that feeds them”, Poetry by Sofia Kioroglou

 Genre: Religion, Philosophical

 Always be a giver

cast your bread upon the waters

Don’t expect anything back

It is not just the 613 mitzvot we are talking about

It is just a matter of kindness

You know what they say:

They always bite the hand that feeds them

 

 

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How to Kill Yourself, Poetry by Emma Miles

 Genres- Depression, suicide, dark, angry, painful, personality, death, hope, life, relationships.

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 Stop looking at yourself in the mirror
Your reflection will make you narcissus
Ignore the dark circles
The rough patches
The discoloration
You already know about all of these things.
Don’t think about how you are alive
Have been alive
And will be alive
For a long time to come.
Stop listening when people give you compliments
Smile
Look down
And giggle
Make it seem like you’re blushing
You don’t really feel anything anymore.
Forget the first house you lived in
Let these things wash from your memory
Talk about them
Tell everyone everything about yourself
Once they have it it’s not yours any more
It’s not your burden.
Let people compliment your eyes
Even though they remind you of your father
And every time someone tells you
That you have beautiful eyes
That they could get lost in them
That they remind them of moss
And soft forest floors
Allow yourself to imagine birds
Plucking out your eyes
But never tell anyone what he has done.
Drink
Drink as much and as often as you can
Never seek out the situations
Allow them to arise organically
But take full advantage of them.
Ignore what your body is doing
Pay no attention to the ache in your left kidney
Move past the sharp jolt in your liver
Warning signs are everywhere
But you have to keep running past them.
Get hit a lot
Sit on your bruises
Bite down your pain.
Be loud
Be as loud
As obnoxious
As annoying as you want
Then listen when people say things that you already know
And then cry
And then blame them for making you do things
Things like dumping out their shampoo
Ruining the lock on their door
Carving things into their faux-wood flooring
Never flushing the toilet
It’s not your fault.
Bang your fists against your temples
Like you saw someone do on an episode of SVU
When you were 11 and suicidal
Feel your own rage put back inside your body
Hate yourself
Hate your stretchmarks
Hate the fact that you can’t bring yourself
To do anything other than hit your body
Over
And over.
Kiss people
Stick your tongue down their throats
Even though it makes you nauseous
Feel yourself becoming friends with them
Understand the bond that you have
Never allow it to become anything more
Set up boundaries
Make yourself sick
Make them happy
In the end your own lament makes you overjoyed.
Remember the time you swallowed a handful of pills
And you lie to people and say they were prescription
But they were motrin
But there were a lot
You counted them all out
You got into the shower
You filled your mouth with them
You swallowed
You waited
You threw up
You can’t die.
Not yet.
You have to suffer through a little bit more
And then you can go away for good.
I can’t offer a quick fix
I’m all about the long game
The soft and slow torture
Making yourself a bit more miserable than you already are.
Do these things every day
At least once a day
And you’ll eventually fade into nothing.
And that’s the sweet part.

 

 

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Coda, Poetry by Forrest Jamie

 Genres: Breakup, Closure, Heartbreak, Love, Relationships, Romantic, The End

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Darling boy
I know how this story goes –
it’s ours, after all
and I could read it
with my eyes closed.
And why must re-reading those chapters
of our one-sided love story
hurt so good?

You said that
my coffee brown eyes felt like home,
but you’re the wandering kind
and so
the timing is all wrong.
You never stay (in one place)
for too long.

I’m an open book.
I give myself to you
anywhere
anytime
and every time,
you leave with another torn up page of me
but I couldn’t care less if I tried.

We will always be
my favourite
romantic tragedy.
 

 

 

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Forever, Poetry by George W Knox

Genre . Love

I beg to be counted among the crowds

who behold your splendour

for angels conspired to paint you

a masterpiece, forever displayed

in the gallery of my heart

and yet amongst the hoards

of those more deserving

I find only me

a speck of dust

in a mountain of humanity

for I raise my voice

to the heavens in awe

as angels saw fit to bind together

a woman so perfect

and an undeserving man

but still I grasp love’s jagged thorn

endure its pain

and smile

– safe in the knowledge

that I have given with certitude

my heart

as you travel through the depths of my being

to meet at a place where our hearts

can dwell

as you search for my soul

I will take you there

where bodies grow old

but the love in our heart

will always burn

and when the master beckons

I will look in your eyes

to wipe away a tear

with a final kiss…..

as we begin our journey

to eternity

George W Knox

 

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Heartbreak, Poetry by Shalana Pace

GENRE- Hurt
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My heart aches for you, it cries for you.
For all that is no longer safe for you.
Love the skin you’re in
So they say
But not too much or you’ll have to pay
With your life that is
You see
You are so powerful, so strong, so influential
But they won’t stop to see your potential
Instead they claim to fear you
Black MAN, woMAN, we will never forget you Sandra Bland
My heart aches for you, for all that is no longer safe for you
Turn your music down
When they come around
Jordan Davis we will never forget, OH and what about selling cigarettes, remember that’s a threat
My heart aches for you, for all that is no longer safe for you
Gone too soon and we are left with what could be,
If only you hadn’t worn that hoodie
Stand still, don’t shoot, hands in the air son
Self defense! oh wait that was a toy gun
License and registration please,
You can now lose your life selling CDs
My heart aches for you, it cries for you, for being black is no longer safe to do!

 

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