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Category Archives: Release

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Time Told Wonder
By: Nathaniel C. Bek(NCBEK)/ Http://ncbek.wordpress.com
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When today becomes tomorrow
And we look back upon the stones of our memory
At the marbled tiles
Fragmented snapshots of our colorful years
I want you to feel the lines that make their story
As pieces drawn of a larger idea
Not as the slivers of aged experience
Riddled with stories already known,
I want you to hear the shuffle of feet
Across the floorboards as old as our dreams
As your eyes dance along the rows of my wrinkles
Not as you lose the understanding through translation
While noise becomes pain,
I want you to find
The fight of a man in determination
Resilience stout in hearts demands
But not in his unrelenting strength,
And so I ask you to feel your chest
Beneath the skin and bone
And reach for that heart that took you here
And in that caring moment,
I want you to know
That the life we shared
Although now old and dull
Was like sweet wine
Perfected over the years of our lips
A taste as exciting as its hour
The perfected note played by time’s hand
And even in the end
After all the magic is revealed
I will be waiting here
At the reach of your nervous arm
To make you wonder.
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Inspiration: Through the years we often forget what makes things special. We forget the times that keep us wondering. We think of others as objects that we have seen day-in-and-out for the last 8,000,000 years and it all seems boring. We don’t take time to realize that it is up to us to look past ourselves and see the moments that truly make us happy, and the people that we share those moments with.

What to think about: Think about a time where you had thought that a person you knew was so well known that you didn’t even feel like spending time with them. Is this because you really know them? Do you feel there are moments still left unexplained? Is there something new you could be doing?

What I would like: I feel like there are a couple points in this poem that have (hang-ups). The poem flows quite nicely besides them, but I am not sure what it is. I am also open to what is good and bad about this. I also like to strike a memory or moment with people, and I hope that this does that. Please let me know! Thanks
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The One Who Will Never Be
By: Mary Gichuki/http://wanguigichuki1.wordpress.com/
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You cloud my thoughts
And stir my heart with emotions
You are the one I think of when I rise
And the last to reminisce about before I slumber.

The smiles before seem to obliterate,
As your smile is all I can see.
My thoughts are no longer my own
You are the center of me.

I long for your embrace,
Your kisses and cuddles.
In my dreams we build our castle
However, in reality we can’t seem to come into terms.

Memories are all I lean on
I cover myself with the moments we had.
Bath in the words we shared
And feed in what you taught me best.

You you you, you are all I can think about,
Why do you take a hold over my life?
I thought goodbye was the end of us.
You still hold my heart,
You The One Who Will Never Be.
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Motivation: An ex lover that took time to get over.

Take out : That we all have that one person we have had in our life that took time to let go as we hoped that the love shared was real and would result to something. Letting go is never easy. I wrote this hoping it would resonate with someone out there who knows how it feels.

What I expect: Honest and genuine thoughts about the piece and the writing.
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Five Years
By: JPC/www.nonseqs.wordpress.com
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I could not say that her skin was porcelain.
Rather, like bean sprouts—the way
it would bloat sometimes in tears or
wither and brown without enough
love. In February, I noticed how it seemed
to condense; it was cold out
and everything dripped in rainwater.
Her sobbing relieved so much strength
she could not help but sweat. I saw it
seep through her yuzu pores, matting her
mustard seed hair. I kissed, only once,
her hands to ease her crying. It did not.
I remember only her hands
so scentless they reminded me
of steam. The fear came over me in the morning:
I would find her dead– slain
from heartache or some other
purposelessness. I thought she had no bone
to bear it. But perhaps her skin was more
like porcelain, her hair only matted
with rain, her hands the scent of dry
granite. I know less of my mother now
than I did before. Maybe she has life
the length of the dusted Grapevine I put
between us.

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What inspired you to write this poem:

-I worked as a waitress for a few years through high school, college and post-grad. One of my employers had me working 8 hour shifts, so as you can imagine, there were long hours of absolutely no business. I took to smelling and staring at everything in the restaurant to pass the time. This poem was inspired not by my mother, but by the distinct surroundings of this particular restaurant.

Something for the audience to take away from your work:

-I struggle to describe our moments of estrangement, abandonment, and solitude through poetry.
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Espy
By: Nora O’Mahoney/http://noraomahoney.wordpress.com/
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Espy.

Explore.

Experience.

Examine.

Embrace.

I see you in the distance. My idea.

I grab for ways to make you come alive.

I wonder when I will articulate all the ways that I see you coming alive.

Espy.

Embrace.

Exist.

How is this going to happen?

How will I find my answers?

How do others make ideas become reality?

Evolve.

Become alive to do good in the world.

I will nurture you into life.


Never Ending Rain

By: Ockert C. Kruger

Tip Tap Tip Tap
A drop hear a drop there
So it goes on and on
Here it rains never stop to rain
In the sandstone cave
Gaarrrr gaarrr
It comes down never up
So it goes on and on
Here the waterfall never stops
In the sandstone cave
Klilike klilike
Over the stones under the boulders
So it goes on and on
Here the water flows never stops
In the sandstone cave
Praise God, wonder God
for making water go
tip tap tip tap
gaarrr gaarrr
klilike klilike

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Things to consider –
What is the meter doing?
Is there a rhyme scheme? And what does that do to the poem? Is it needed?
What do you think of when reading it?
What is the poet talking about?


Midnight City
By: Kim Hood

A Summer Breeze drifts warmly through my window carrying the sounds of the night.
Lonely voices of the sleepless souls rise from the street below
Sounds of joy and pain riding on the wind
fading like moonlight in the city
Momentary silence,
street lamps hazy in the heat
The trees whispering their prayers into the night
A siren screams through the darkness
blending with a baby’s cry
Solitary sounds
Cars passing
A man walks alone feeding his sorrow with wine

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Things to consider –
What is the meter doing?
Is there a rhyme scheme? And what does that do to the poem? Is it needed?
What do you think of when reading it?
What is the poet talking about?


I know that you love me

By: Passionated Dreaming

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that your lips
Touch me so softly with each tender kiss.

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that your hands
Grab my ass, pull my hair, and claim me once again.

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that we move
Our bodies dancing to our own groove.

I know that you love me
It’s all in your stare
Yours eyes hold me captive, aren’t we such a pair.

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that you hold
Your arms wrapped around me you beat out the cold.

I know that you love me
I feel it inside
I feel it all around me like a great ocean tide.

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Things to consider –
What is the meter doing?
Is there a rhyme scheme? And what does that do to the poem? Is it needed?
What do you think of when reading it?
What is the poet talking about?