Chess Piece, Poetry by Irene Mahanyu

 Genre: Betrayal

 

You play your game
And you call it fair
we’re basically hanging from chains
And all you do is stare?
you always seem to turn out as the victor
And you have it no other way

We stand In the image of chess pieces with every move you’ve already planned ahead
standing on your black and white board just waiting to be picked up again
Who’s to know whom you pick up next

You made us believe you were someone else
Someone special, someone true
We grew fond of you and you did to
Yet you chose to betray us and barely left us clues
But now you’ve finally revealed what’s true
With no warning we were left wondering what to do
Throw you away?
Play along?
All these questions of what to do!

The way you made us all look like fools
You left us running around in circles one after another
But you obviously made yourself the master
Is that what we always were to you?
Just some kids you could push around
Controlled us step by step each move thought of with grave detail afraid you’d slip up

The way you acted was so honest to the point that it was almost right
You played the part that you knew we would believe
The one that we could not catch out on
There was just no thoughts of it being you
No it was never you
Except it was..
One minor slip up
One mistake is all it took to turn your love into hate

Your game of riddles that you found entertaining is about to get a whole new twist
this time we’re in control
We’re the masters
With no one by your side
You’ll be left to do nothing but hide
So now a chess piece
Let’s just see how this plays out

 

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Read the best of NOVEMBER 2016 Poetry:

Deadline for FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit: http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

  Read the best of NOVEMBER 2016 Poetry:

WHY DO PEOPLE HATE, by Felicia L. Smith
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/27/why-do-people-hate-poetry-by-felicia-l-smith/

AN ELECTION, by Diana Benskin
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/27/an-election-poetry-by-diana-benskin/

MOON SPARKS, by James R. Adams II
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/27/moon-sparks-poetry-by-james-r-adams-ii/

ALL A TWITTER, by Persis Karim
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/all-a-twitter-poetry-by-persis-karim/

JFK, by Nets I
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/jfk-poetry-by-nets-l/

WRIGHT, by Time Rizzuti
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/wrighte-poetry-by-tim-rizzuti/

CONTRAST, by Tim Wilkinson
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/contrast-poetry-by-tim-wilkinson/

ORCHARDS SEED AND THE FALLING OF STARS, by Liianvarus
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/orchards-seed-and-the-falling-of-stars-by-liianvarus/

I RISE, by Amber Agha
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/i-rise-poetry-by-amber-agha/

TEARS OF REMORSE, by Debbie Lyn Jones
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/tears-of-remorse-poetry-by-debbie-lyn-jones/

INTIMATIONS OF THE BEYOND, by Suzanne Miller
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/11/28/intimations-of-the-beyond-poetry-by-suzanne-miller/

Part 1: Best of NEW Poetry – November 2016

Read the best of NEW Poetry from around the world: 

INTERTIA LIGHTNING ROD, by James R. Adams II
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/inertia-lightning-rod-poetry-by-james-r-adams-ii/

DEATH, by Dwain F. Hill
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/death-poetry-by-dwain-f-hill/

POEM BY, by Rahi Swati Patel
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/poem-by-rahi-swati-patel/

DESPERATE LOVE, by Fazia Tahir
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/desperate-love-poetry-by-fazia-tahir/

AMNESIA, by Mariam Akewusola
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/amnesia-poetry-by-mariam-akewusola/

MAKE ME FORGET, by Forrest Jamie
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/make-me-forget-poetry-by-forrest-jamie/

EVERY MOMENT, by Shannon Lee Rohn
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/every-moment-poetry-by-shannon-lee-rohn/

A SHIP LOG, by Hilde Susan Jaegtnes
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/a-ship-log-poetry-by-hilde-susan-jaegtnes/

UNFORGETTABLE, by Prateek Pappee Pandya
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/unforgettable-poetry-by-prateek-pappee-pandya/

FREEBIRD, by Lisa Atkinson
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/freebird-poetry-by-lisa-atkinson/

MY FIRST LOVE, by Lisa Atkinson
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/11/12/my-first-love-poetry-by-lisa-atkinson/

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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FREEBIRD, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson

Genre: Love

Extrodinaire you take extra love and care, your pretty white teeth makes my heart complete. When we come together, your rough & tough like leather…..Rat da tat tat, is the sound of your gun, but you still know how to have fun.

All that bravery, courageous & strong….. is it an act, because I’m just stating the facts . Your childhood dreams of living in Kendall Green. You were always around the red, yellow & brown..not to mention the black.

Not even thinking of going back. You saw her face & you wanted to taste. “Oh how sweet it is strawberries, peaches, plums & cranberries that runs. Got you tantalized, with your face between her thighs…

When she kiss your soft lips & you feel on her round pumpkin hips..
The battle call resonates in your soul, because this soldier just struck gold….

You don’t know where this is taking you, somewhere out there beyond the skys…is where this”FREEBIRD”flys….😉

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Unforgettable. . ., Poetry by Prateek (Pappee) Pandya

 Genre: Love, Rhyme, Relationship

 My love, you swear on me
Please return me,
The love and care of your enticing eyes
Please return me my lost galas to precise

My mind can never forget that blissful moment
When your youth glimpsed my love,
And there were emotions and grace all around
I gifted all those emotions to your voice
Please return me back those songs and emotions
Please return me my lost celebrations

I still remember that moment of my life
I got drunk through your serving eyes
And felt goose sperms through every pore of my body ,
When my hands touched your tender and soft skin
Please return me back that protent grace
Please return me my lost space

I have seen your glimpse once
My heart desires to see you again
And love you in the full moon night ,
By considering your shadow as white lotus in the silent lake
Please return me back that glimpse of bliss
Please return me my lost eternal kiss

Now please come in front and reveal your face
This is only cure for my pain and loneliness
Your retention has troubled me every way
Now please come here or I would loose my life today
Please return me back all those forgotten memories
Please return me my lost glories….

My love, you swear on my……

© Pappee
October 12, 2016.

 

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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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