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YOU SAID I SAID, by Alejandra Erebia
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/you-said-i-said-poetry-by-alejandra-erebia/

THE CARNIVAL, by Guessella Daniels
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I WIL HOLD MY PEN TO BED, by Ibrahim Olalere
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/i-wil-hold-my-pen-to-bed-poetry-by-ibrahim-olalere/

S.O.S., by Linda Gallant
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/s-o-s-poetry-by-linda-gallant/

LOVING PAST THE PRESENT, by Stanley Wotring
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/loving-past-the-present-poetry-by-stanley-wotring/

THEM POETRY, by Lelia Pollett
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/them-poetry-by-lelia-pollett/

YOUNG CAPTIVES, by Fatimah Islam
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/young-captives-poetry-by-fatimah-islam/

UNTIL MY STORY IS TOLD, by Bian Oule
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/07/29/until-my-story-is-told-poetry-by-brian-oule/

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I Wil Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere

Genre: Inspiration, Spiritual

I Wil Hold My Pen To Bed
By Ibrahim Olalere

I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling

That I may wake and forget
the nice warm memories of once upon a time
When we played childishly
’cause we were truly children
I shall dream of them
Even if they are now dusty voices

A paper on my chest,
And a pen on my right
While I layed in bed
I had penned a poem before that goes thus ;
“I dreamt of our infant voices
As mother warned us to quit the dashes
Yet,we ran into the kitchen
Hiding and seeking,
Happy and smiling”

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