The Street I Lived, Poetry by Chey Laine

 Genre: Life, Society, Dark, True Story, People

In the brilliance of the night
screaming believers rage the streets of plenty
looking for holes in hope
needles and thread they carry in the plenty
band aids won’t help here ~ friends
there’s more than enough of the ill and the lost to live on
and here with the wheelers and dealers
the screaming believers and do gooders’ and not so good at doing much
Is someones little taste of paradise
thats all gone to shit

Down here with the lost and ill chills
There’s a taste for lost souls
Where the angels fly close to the ground
many a feather seen found
being worn in one of the lost crowns
For they are all Kings and Queens here

From times of once before and could have been and dreams
Yes dreams ~ There are dreamers here
those that will forever be lost in a dream
Mostly its nightmares and fallen frowns
that now blanket over once upon a time smiles

Here the smudged out blackbird eyes wear misery
thats been stubbed out like a coal butt
burnt down to its filter
to suck up the grease and shit off the street

Such is the movements of notes here
Conducted by the skinned boned pimps
that smile with croc teeth
hungry for fresh meat

Here is my street
here is where I was found
in the lost and found
here is where I lived my youth
taken by the smile of croc teeth
here is the place where I dreamed of escape
and lived nightmares
here is the place I will sometimes return
to remind me
life is priceless
dreams
can
come true
to get out
mine came with a price

Loss of life
the sentence
to carry for the term of my life

By @beezknez aka beezlaine on Twitter
Kind Regards Chey Laine off Twitter :))
 

 

 

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PART 2: January 2017 – Read the best of NEW Poetry from around the world

Submit your POETRY for FREE at the Festival for POETRY: https://festivalforpoetry.com

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LAMENT FOR CILL AIRNE, by Tom Roche
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/lament-for-cill-airne-poetry-by-tom-roche/

MAGNET EFFECT, by Jellian Nacalaban
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/magnet-effect-poetry-by-jellian-nacalaban/

GESTURES, by Tuoyo Palmer
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/gestures-poetry-by-tuoyo-palmer/

MISSING HOME, by Anyasi Ray
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/missing-home-poetry-by-anyasi-ray/

DREAM, by Mary Freericks
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/dream-poetry-by-mary-freericks/

A JUMBLED UP MESS, by Krystle Nicole Martin
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/a-jumbled-up-mess-poetry-by-krystle-nicole-martin/

DEATH BOUTIQUE, by Lionel Walfish
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/death-boutique-poetry-by-lionel-walfish/

THE ROSE, by Psizan
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/the-rose-poetry-by-psizan/

IN MEMORY OF 2016, by Felicia L. Smith
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/in-memory-of-2016-poetry-by-felicia-l-smith/

THE SECOND CUP, by Michael Westcombe
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/the-second-cup-poetry-by-michael-westcombe/

I AM LOVES FOOL, by Aleck Miranda
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/i-am-loves-fool-poetry-by-aleck-miranda/

WHEN I HEARD THE ANKLETS CHIME, by Navoil Chatterjee
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/when-i-heard-the-anklets-chime-poetry-by-navonil-chatterjee/

GANESH OR DUMBO, by Damian Corcoran
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/ganesh-or-dumbo-poetry-by-damian-corcoran/

BROKEN, by Austin Thomas
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/broken-poetry-by-austin-thomas/

MR. FACADE, by Esther Oyebode
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/mr-facade-poetry-by-esther-oyebode/

I’M NO POET, by Kuhle Sikota
http://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/im-no-poet-poetry-by-kuhle-sikota/

BETTING, by Agbaakin O. Jeremiah
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/betting-poetry-by-agbaakin-o-jeremiah/

FIDDLERS NECK, by Stacey Lynn Patterson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/fiddlers-neck-poetry-by-stacey-lynn-patterson/

January 2017 – Read the best of NEW Poetry from around the world

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SUNDAY BLUES, by Barbara DM
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/sunday-blues-poetry-by-barbara-d-m/

LITTLE GIRL LOST, by Patricia Poulos
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/little-girl-lost-poetry-by-patricia-poulos/

SPIRITUAL COLD WAR, by David Steven Twist
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/spiritual-cold-war-poetry-by-david-steven-twist/

OPHELIA FROM ISOLATION TO DESOLATION, by Bicky Saikia
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/ophelia-from-isolation-to-desolation-poetry-by-bicky-saikia/

GONE, by Minusthecynic
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/gone-poetry-by-minusthecynic/

FONTANELLE, by David Leo Sirois
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/fontanelle-poetry-by-david-leo-sirois/

UNDER THE POURING RAIN, by The Surrealist
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/under-the-pouring-rain-poetry-by-the-surrealist/

SOMETIMES, by Michael Ace
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/sometimes-poetry-by-micheal-ace/

THE NUMB VESSEL, by Susie G. Carmichael
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/12/29/the-numb-vessel-poetry-by-susie-g-carmichael/

POETRY, by James Spilman
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2017/01/16/poetry-by-james-spilman/

A LETTER I’LL NEVER SEND, by Amari James AKA Marz
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2017/01/16/a-letter-ill-never-send-by-amari-james-aka-marz/

DRAWING, by Rebecca Behar
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2017/01/16/drawing-poetry-by-rebecca-behar/

NO BETTER DAYS SCHOOL BOY, by Fayia Foray
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/no-better-days-school-boy-poetry-by-fayia-foray/

FIRST DATE, by DM Gillis
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/first-date-poetry-by-dm-gillis/

WELCOME TO HELL MY SON, by Justan Acre
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/welcome-to-hell-my-son-poetry-by/

OBERON, by Robin Goodfellow
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/oberon-poetry-by-robin-goodfellow/

LINING OF MY MIND, by Shannon Laws
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/lining-of-my-mind-poetry-by-shannon-laws/

WRITTEN FOR TODAY, by Dora Marii
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2017/01/17/96-written-for-today-poetry-by-dora-marii/

December 2016 – Read the best of NEW POETRY from around the world

Go to http://www.festivalforpoetry.com and submit your poem for free.

Read the best of new poetry from poets from around the world:

LADY MARIE, by Matthias Pantaleon
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/12/13/lady-maria-poetry-by-matthias-pantaleon/

CHEES PIECE, by Irene Mahanyu
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/12/13/chess-piece-poetry-by-irene-mahanyu/

THE FACE OF GOD, by Deborah Johnson
The Face of God, Poetry by Deborah Johnson

THE JOURNEY HOME, by Tyson Cantrell
The Journey Home, Poetry by Tyson Cantrell

IT IS I, by Daniel Franco
It Is I, Poetry by Daniel Franco

STILL THOUGHTS, by Jade Cecilia Macauley
Still Thoughts, Poetry by Jade Cecilia Macauley

GONE, by Heather Bryant
Gone, Poetry by Heather Bryant

WHY, by David Mayall
Why?, Poetry by David Mayall

SATAN AND HIS FORBIDDEN ISLAND, by Aziz Alkaabi
Satan and his forbidden island, Poetry by Aziz Alkaabi

A BALEFUL BANISHMENT, by Sujoy Bhattacharya
A baleful banishment, Poetry by Sujoy Bhattacharya

THE VOICE, by Tabitha Ashley
The Voice, Poetry by Tabith’Ashley

THE SEMPITERNAL SAPPHIRE, by Sohinee Dey
The Sempiternal Sapphire, Poetry by Sohinee Dey

THE BATTLE, by Glen Hill
The Battle, Poetry by Glen Hill

Lady Maria, Poetry by Matthias Pantaleon

 Genre: History, Life

Lady Maria, you’re my heart in another body
The tide that keeps me afloat
My heart row toward your port that waits
My arrival with the friendliness of an abating sea

Morning rain brings sunlight with scorching heat
The wind left me a note by the window side
I am the overbearing heat that needs morning
rain for a change, this change from keynote to string chord

I’ll sing of my drifting love toward your port
‘Cause I never hold you this close – you saved me this much
Like the ship that lay at anchor
You keep me connected to my root

Lady Maria, you are the sunshine in my rainy cloud
And I love you softly
Like dew on dianthus flowers
You fill my life with fragrance

When the chips are down
You hold me up
Like flagstaff;
Keeps me hanging straight

I love you with a sweetness that drips with affection
Like morning sun on a bare skin
I love you pure and constantly like the North Star
Yes, I love you deep like the Nile

‘Cause you make my heart delight
You’re the boat that ferries happiness
Bringing quietness, peace
And plenty of soothing joy

And I love you like sunset on the plateau
Like yacht loves blue sea
I love you like this,
Because you are beautiful this way

A grateful heart
Your lungs are full of laughter
Bubbling grace
Quietness buff with joy

I love you like birds on the green hillside
Like lullaby baked with sunlight
I love you loudly
Like the sea loves her own

Yes, I love you blue, and wide like the ocean
I love you proudly
Like butterflies and sunlight
Yes, I love you green, like the flowers that bloom

I love you freely
Like the ocean that opens its heart to sister creeks
A happy confluence
I love you like the things I can not see
But feel in my heart, half sleep, half dream, to wake in your arms

I love you like the tributary that never dries
Amazon – water flows out of its mouth every second
Yes, I love you like sailing cloud and morning rain
Soft, silky pebbles to adore and adorn your love

 

 

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Moon Sparks, Poetry by James R Adams II

Genre: Life

The Sun threw sparks of Moon Light
To warm the waters of the Gulf
The sparks they danced and flickered
The World lost in myself

A menthol smoked me deeply
As I rode a Marlboro Rail
The hot Gulf air it breathed me
Too distracted to even tell

My gravity it pulled the Earth
It could not separate
I sucked its helium through my feet
It could not float away

I swore again this one last time
It would never be the same
I payed my toll, the bridge crossed me
As the sky below me rained

The Emperor kept on dancing
No pitchforks pierced his feet
The demons all were laughing
Their works both incomplete

Why then won’t you tell me
It’s so hard to separate
The madness from the music
Our Illusions from our Fate

Most mysteries go unanswered
No need for question marks
The days they end with commas
But Life lives on a Spark

So now I am tap dancing
On light speckles in the Gulf
The Angels all are laughing
And the Demons all are broke

So please now don’t you ask me
How it’s simple to separate
Between the madness of the Music
And reflections judged in haste

As I sat in glaring silence
And watched what I had done
The shade began to blind me
My ears screamed at the Sun

It’s rays swallowed my virtues
I thought oh what a mess
As demons put me in their sights
A Kevlar bullet pierced my chest

I cried in indignation
At what I thought they’d done
They screamed “That wasn’t for you’
We were aiming at your son

So tell me why it’s so hard
To really separate
The madness from the music
And the questions of our faith

I pointed my gun at myself
And I loaded it with salt
You won’t hurt me this time
I’m prepared for your assault

When the firecrackers went off
July Fourth in full swing
I swigged on your shortcomings
And chased it with a ring

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My first Love, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

 Genre: Hurt

 He knew he had the upper hand, because I was in love, and he was a man. Being the weakest link, no self worth, every time he would lie and cheat. Not feeling like my life was complete. My wounds was opened and inflamed, soaking up pain and sorrow, wishing that there was no tommorw.

We were growing happy together, happy heart’s, happy minds our souls were entwined. But something new appeared, or was she already there. Your first love, your bitch, your musical affair.

Go ahead ask her when the light’s are down and the camera’s are off, with your melody “She did it” playing very soft.

Will she give you love that drives you insane, or can she ease your pain. I doubt it, your heart, your love thang, your boo, the one you think is holding it down for you.

She’s offering you money, fame and game, when all I can do is give you everlasting sunshine after the rain.

 

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