A SHIP LOG, Poetry by Hilde Susan Jaegtnes

Genre: Shitty love story, sugar breasts, erotic, obsession wit Danish assholes, dark love letter

 

6:20 pm. Arrival in Viborg, Denmark. He offers to carry my backpack and kicks up a piece of shiny quartz from the gravel. Lots of those around here, he says indifferently. He doesn’t notice me slipping the quartz into my pocket, the closest we’ll ever get to exchanging jewellery.

4:01 pm. I lie under the comforter, fall asleep while he is watching Brideshead Revisited and calling out the lines. I wake up as he pulls me out of my comforter cave. He sniffs my shoulder. No kissing. His face twists with seriousness, purgatory. He doesn’t take his glasses off when he goes to sleep. He turns me around, and back, can’t make up his mind, looks into my eyes by mistake. I face his wrath, obediently turn away, push back. The light from the laptop screen blesses the blind. Outside on the lawn, the seminar participants make a circle and learn how to look each other in the eye, trust each other, catch each other when they fall. The tree in the lake sinks another few millimeters into the mud.

11:40 pm. We’re sitting at the local tavern. The waitress leans towards us with her breasts full of sugar. He smiles at her, tells her he’ll be back tomorrow, once I’ve left. The Norwegian national team in cross-country cycling stomps into our evening dressed in skin-tight flags. Go Norway, I holler. His shoulders tighten with fury. How dare I molest them? They haven’t done anything to bother me. He turns away. We are too different, this won’t work, he barks. I bite down so my molars nearly break, the sugar crackles. The Norwegians hoist their flag to the top and topple the Big Dipper. The apples come crashing down on us, I cry, stumble ahead, unable see the path in the dark; he doesn’t let me hold onto him.
 

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More than an Emotion, Poetry by AR slim

Genre: Relationship

 More than an Emotion by AR slim

It wasn’t in the way she said she loved me. It was the sparkle in her eyes, that half grin smirk on her lips. The glow in her face. The touch of her hand against mine. Catching her looking at me as if I was the only man in the world. That’s how I knew. NO – That’s how she showed me what I meant to her:

Loved

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August 2016 – Read the best of NEW Poetry from around the world

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A SLOW TRAIN TO GWALIOR, by Amitabh Mitra
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/08/10/a-slow-train-to-gwalior-poetry-video-by-amitabh-mitra/

LOVE NOT THE RULES, by Charles P. Banks
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/08/10/love-not-the-rules-poetry-by-charles-p-banks/

MELODY, by Alex Pauley
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/08/10/melody-poetry-by-alex-pauley/

BEST NIGHT, by Roderick Dupress
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/08/10/best-night-poetry-by-roderick-dupree/

WATER, by Sinjini Sengupta
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/water-poetry-by-sinjini-sengupta/

UNFORGIVING, by KL Porter
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/unforgiving-poetry-by-k-l-porter/

GODS PROVIDENCE, by Lucille Marais
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/gods-providence-poetry-by-lucille-marais/

GOLDEN LEGEND, by Richard Van Holst
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/golden-legend-poetry-by-richard-van-holst/

LEAVES AND GRASS, by Thomas Sorrell
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/leaves-and-grass-poetry-by-thomas-sorrell/

OPUS NO. 4, by Francesca Ison
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/opus-no-4-poetry-by-maria-ana-francesca-ison/

HEAR ME, by Jeanette Lambert
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/hear-me-poetry-by-jeanette-lambert/

RAGE, by S. Moran
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/rage-poetry-by-s-moran/

MR. PRESIDENT, by Etinosa Victor Osai
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/mr-president-poetry-by-etinosa-victor-osai/

WORLD WITH A FLOWER, by Man Mohan Singh
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/word-with-a-flower-poetry-by-man-mohan-singh/

TO BE REBORN, by Chistine Doyle
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/08/09/to-be-reborn-poetry-by-angela-christine-doyle/

Best of Poems from NEW Poets. Read the best of NEW Poetry around the world.

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DUDE WAS RICH, by Anthony N’Neke
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/dude-was-rich-poetry-by-anthony-nneke/

THE DEATH OF LIFE, by Andres Herrera
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/the-death-of-life-poetry-by-andres-herrera/

DISCRIMINATION, by Rashika Roberts
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/discrimination-poetry-by-rashika-roberts/

TOMORROW, by Olumayowa Fagbure
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/tomorrow-poetry-by-olumayowa-fagbure/

DARK NIGHT BRIGHT DASHBOARD, by NoFaithPoet
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/dark-night-bright-dashboard-poetry-by-nofaithpoet/

CHILD OF MIDNIGHT, by Anthony Silva
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/child-of-midnight-poetry-by-anthony-silva/

HEARTBREAK BY THE LAKE, by Forrest Jamie
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/heartbreak-by-the-lake-poetry-by-forrest-jamie/

ACID RAIN, by Cathy Hammer
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/acid-rain-poetry-by-cathy-hammer/

CLARITY VISITED, by Sharda Bhakri
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/06/20/clarity-visited-poetry-by-sharda-bhakhri/

GENIUS GODDESS, by S. Michaelis
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/genius-goddess-poetry-by-s-michaelis/

THERE ARE TWO SEASONS, by Neville Johnson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/there-are-two-seasons-poetry-by-neville-johnson/

SUSPENDED LOVE, by Anna
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/suspended-love-poetry-by-anna/

LOTTIE WE CAN FLY, by Elaine Longworth
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/lottie-we-can-fly-poetry-by-elaine-longworth/

HIJO PRODIGO DE LA DESGRACIA, by Francisco Fernandez
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/hijo-prodigo-de-la-desgracia-poetry-by-francisco-fernandez/

DEAR BROTHER, by Rani Powell
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/dear-brother-poetry-by-rani-powell/

PLAY HOUSE, by John John Kind Ravenell Jr.
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/play-house-poetry-by-john-john-kind-ravenell-jr/

MY REALITY WITHIN A DREAM, by Roderick Dupree
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/my-reality-within-a-dream-poetry-by-roderick-dupree/

A REMARKABLE TALE FROM THE LAND OF PODD, by Ed Newman
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/a-remarkable-tale-from-the-land-of-podd-poetry-by-ed-newman/

BEATEN PATH, by Naseha
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/beaten-path-poetry-by-naseha/

BEWILDERED, by Janice Gomez
http://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/06/22/bewildered-poetry-by-janice-gomez/

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WHO AM I, Poetry by Aneesh Kotru

Genre: Society, Life

WHO AM I by Aneesh Kotru

I think to myself, who am I,

So many possibilities, but to know I must try,

To descend from this throne of pride, I see myself sitting on so high,

And explore the very fabric of the words ‘who’, ‘what’ and ‘why’.

 

Am I a problem or the solution,

Bound by certainty or just a fleeting intuition,

Am I a product on the path of absolution,

In times of reality, living as an illusion.

 

Could I be a time gone by, a silhouette of the past,

Within the pages of history, I am forever bound to last,

Or am I the distant future, approaching ever so fast,

Running from my earlier self into an unknown so vast.

 

Present is what I appear to some,

With a soul of the past but thoughts on what’s to come,

I sing for the future, for the past what I could only hum,

With the melody of time, it takes an eternity to strum.

 

Am I a momentary idea or thoughts for a lifetime,

A solitary note or a beautifully crafted rhyme,

Lumbering with a burden or do I dance on a dime

In all this expressionless chatter, can I stand out a mime?

 

Should I flow as the gentle wind of every season,

Moving silently without question or giving reason,

Or should I be a storm, impossible to contain or imprison,

Committed to defying nature in the very act of treason.

 

Do I emerge as the day or fade away into the night,

Light the spark of joy or drown in an ocean of plight,

To cleanse my being and to filter out all the spite,

With my body and mind, my soul must also take flight.

 

I may appear a solemn truth, or the root of all lies,

Hated as both I ponder severing all ties,

With the figment called life, I am starting to realize,

That I am nothing, yet everything, and that’s my only prize.

 

 

 

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The A.M, Poetry by Mazi

Genre: Mental Anguish/Melancholy

The A.M.
by Mazi

Covers and acoustic versions,
Through headphones.
Fresh and scarred perspectives,
Through eyes adjusting to darkness.

The darkness of the room,
Complements the darkness of the mind.
The darkness of the heart co-exists,
Past yet Within every second boom of this vessel of, supposed love,
of mine.

At 0 hundred hours,
I’m behind the scenes.
At 1 hundred hours,
I’m assessing decisions.
At 2 hundred hours,
I’m falling to pieces,
Like a mismatched puzzle that is ever so deceiving it’s evil.
At 3 hundred hours,
I’m in thought, in nostalgia, in regret –
All accompanied by repressed thoughts, feelings and emotions.
At 4 hundred hours,
I’m self-loathing –
I’m livid, creating clouds of a forthcoming storm that never quite forms.
At 5 hundred hours,
I’m comparing my burdens to others,
Finding loopholes to my shit,
Convincing myself my sisters and brothers have it worse –
And with the right words, maybe I  soften the blows from the self deprecating hits that slowly miss, me.

At 6 hundred hours,
It feels like a new day, though the same detrimentally gleaming eyes are the ones seeing the world and things.
The sunrise, brings light to the darkness of me –
The darkness seeps back to under my skin,
Unsent messages move back to memos and within.
Tears dry and with the right light you’d swear they weren’t there –
And it’s instantly easier to fake that smile again.

At 7 hundred hours it’s bright, it’s blue.
“I’m okay, I’m cool.”
Walls up,
Jokes ready,
Laugh set.

The rest is simple – either drown or swim; or both actually.
Till 0 hundred hours,
Till the new AM,
Till it ends and begins again.
Till I break and repair, my friend.

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