Cynthia Pitman is a retired high school English teacher. She has had poetry published in Vita Brevis, Leaves of Ink, Amethyst Review, Postcard Poems and Prose, Right Hand Pointing, Ekphrastic Review, Literary Yard, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Three Line Poetry, Third Wednesday, and Mused. Her first book, The White Room, is forthcoming. Walk With Me |
Sherron Sinclair Tullos Writing under the Pen Poetry of Dark Angel/PODA Hometown Macon, GA Lives MS Creator/Owner of websites/personal blog https://m.facebook.com/poetofdarkangelPODA/ Creator of webcast: Beatnik show Beatnik show was created By me to bring awareness for those who suffers from depressions, anxiety, and PTSD through the fine arts and literature. The Beatnik show is a group of author's, poet's, artist's, publisher's and musician's who have come together for the purpose to inspire those suffering from mental illnesses to express themselves in a much healthier way through the art of expression. |
All within this poet's mind
How I love to weave and tangel my words neatly upon ones mind.
I want to open your mind with mine.
Writing about the souls journeys upon this earth.
Taking your mind on a ride to enchanted forest where lovers speak.
To dark places where the reaper reaps.
Taking my time to entangle your mind with mine.
Giving you a safe place to escape for just a moment in time, sending you on a tale of one who has been throughout the universe fighting battles unheard of.
Spinning my words to the core of your being, introducing you to a ghost lost from life times before.
Taking you to a dream land where his presence haunts your soul.
There you become lost within a dream another dream begins.
As my quill drips with my ink I write of tales left to speak even ones that will shake you to your core.
I hold these tales deep within my soul. With stories still left untold.
Kissing your mind with mine I take you back in time.
Where lovers wait to unlock Karma's fate living lifetimes without feeling each others touch, whispering only to the wind to carry their words.
Grabbing my quill, I unleash Pandora's box leaving my mind going back in time.
Sending chills upon my readers mind.
Unleashing the rage within the soul of karma and Kismet to entangle their prey, on that very day justice of a black moon reign down.
Giving back an innocents life.
Dipping my quill, deep within ones mind I will send you on a journey of passionate pleasures, where lovers dance their dance undercover.
These are only a few treasures to discover.
There are many tales left so I invite you to step inside and uncover what hides "all within this poets mind."
Shola Balogun, poet, playwright and filmmaker has been featured as a guest writer and contributor, especially in the areas of poetry, postcolonial studies and dramatic criticism to various magazines, anthologies and journals. He studied Theatre Arts at the University of Ibadan. Balogun lives in Lagos, Nigeria. |
Eyes In the Glen
The dimly lit floor,the rising shadow,
The sudden silence of lone whispers
In the undivided hour,
The woven hearse on wheeled rostrums
As wilted knot of hands thaw
To loose your drapes-
Then the coral dialectics of shapely ambits!impulsive
Elesin Oba
Would spare a long-loved clout for the pall
To untying beads of carousal,
Falstaff
In his lagging steps could not have been more
Unperturbed to part with brew
And the succulent fullness of dingles-
I stand tiptoed on reclining rail
And unflustered by the rants of lightsome gulls.
Night
Threshing floor of pebbled camwood,
Then hidden faces and strange footsteps
On slaughter slabs,eyes swirling
Across the uncharted silence.
Thrust of faltering lips-Now
I could hear the whispers
Of the dark hour
And I taste this mint of my tears.
Earth Poem
Raft of cornseeds,
Whispers in the attic,
The locked eyes in the helve,
The treading of the sole of the foot
In the winepress. You heard tell
That trampling tongues
Birth Belial roots
In the dark pool of rushes?
Child,meddle not with the shadows.
Stones tasted wine in time past.
THE CANDLE IN THE WIND
Of a light
Back when there were few
Men on Earth
Light and electricity industry
And Wo/Men
Took great care of their candles.
Using in their defense
To face the mysteries of the night
To place by the day
At the foot of prints and imagery
To help them
Carrying their heavy load
Of daily life.
It happened, one day
that a certain Zaguan
He was a farmhand
And worked by the herd
For a gentleman from Requena de Campos
In the Palencia’s province
He came to a covered place
On a street or square
Built on pillars
Bringing a candle in his hand
To walk or to get rid
Of the Moon of the shadows
When, suddenly, from somewhere
An air came to him in movement
Even if
It was at rest
That brought smelling as a trace
Leaving the hunting pieces
Or the bullet's gap
In the bore of the firearm
It turned off the candle
And it turned it off again
When he tried to light it
And that suddenly touching his nape
As it usually does
In the bone that dogs have
Between the ears
Said inside his mind:
- To whomever goes out at night and watches the wind:
Nothing is revealed
At night all cats are brown
And what is done at night
In the morning seems
Only a thought.
Amirah Al Wassif is a freelance writer(28) years old,from egypt She has written articles, novels, short stories poems and songs. Five of her books were written in Arabic and many of her English works have been published in various cultural magazines such as praxies Magazine , the gathering of tribes, credo spoir, reach poetry, Otherwise Engaged literature and arts journal, cannon's mouth, mediterranean poetry, The BeZine ,spillwords,Merak Magazine, poetry magazine, writers Resist, the Bosphours Review Of Books, the Writer NewSletter, Call and Response Journal, Echoes Literary Magazine, Better Than Starbucks,Envision Arts, women of strength strong coutage magazine, chrion review , the conclusion magazine, street light press, many of her poetry and stories translated into Spanish,kordish,hindi and Arabic her children book, The Cocoa Book and Other Stories is forthcoming. |
far as the sky
close as a wish
we all those sailors
who never caught their fish
far as the sky
close as a wish
we think of the only question
though our poor or our rich
far as the sky
close as a wish
life starts with " why "
days role is to teach
far as the sky
close as a wish
hello equals goodbye
the great wisdom we will reach
far as the sky
close as a wish
the words of anybody die
when he meets the death!
I love you despite everyone nose!
I love you despite everyone nose!
despite the traffic jam
despite the audience blame
and the chatter of my toes
I love you and I mean what I say
a confession of love does not accept any delay
this type of the immortal love
can not be temporary or tough
I love you despite the spread of boredom in the world
despite all my long night I was totally bent
I love you despite the breaking news and stammering of all correspondents
I love you despite my classic shoes and the currency of the tents
despite the urgent calls every midnight
I love you
despite the loneliness of shores after escaping the light
i love you
despite the world difficult rules
despite the absence of " because "
I love you despite everyone nose!
People in the huts
But mental forces I have got told me that was not right
Beaming stones and comfortable zone if I still am unbelievable
Midnight lies and shortest of sight if I say it is reasonable
Oh! My brain! Could this daily scene be unreliable?
People in the huts waving to me every dark, every light
And my shocked eyes turning my thinking into a fight
Global channels, national banners talking regularly about me
Human Battles, the press covers making a fairytale about me
Oh ! my soul ! is this a fool
Dreaming what I see?
People in the huts waving to us every day, every night
Their clear truth at their bigger than being on a diet
Sensibility drawing here their faces without quitting
And their words silently heard, more Emotions need to be written
huts human Certainly Exist, every eye cannot be denied
Only these seeing them upset, The unfaithful eye or the blind!
traveling on the angel wing
takes me away, away to my first dance
dragging ourselves through the fancy castle
shakes me today, today as it is my chance
oh! how far our starry night
oh! what a rare any scare or fight
oh! how wonder your face sight
oh ! oh!
traveling on the right wing of an angel
reminded me how did I ride my horse?
a supernatural scene, unreliable or a dream
it was a fairytale, of course!
traveling on the right wing of an angel
visiting the marvelous towns in his eyes
shouting like a child, a pleasure made a circle
for walking in the land of wise
traveling on the right wing of an angel
led me to be a true crazy lover
your warm at this night transfer my simple
immediately heal my suffer
oh! how far our starry night
oh! what a rare any scare or fight
oh! how wonder your face sight
oh ! oh!
greetings from the dark!
When my tears decided to escape
Out of me, I felt that is better
My soul took over my shape
I heard him laughing at me and clearly makes fun
I could not aware how his love for me
Became hurtful like a gun
I remember! Yes, I remember this letter
When I fell to my knees
Crying with my pets
Grieve together
Watering our pain tree
I remember your face within the paper
Looking slyly at me
I seemed like a victim of a kidnapper
Or a tiny boat in a big sea
I remember! Yes, I remember my love
Feeding my eyes your words
Your words, your shots!
Ah! I remember how I would
Keeping it in my soul, my heart
But tell me how I could
Welcome your greetings from the dark?!:
An urgent call in the second life
warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby
I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays
but, suddenly a kind of musical sound covered my ears
the sound did not seem like any earthen sound I ever heard
it was a mix of waves dancers and creation of colorful bird
it was like a smell of honey and the secrets of gold
red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fingers of nature throw the fabulous jokes on my road
all the trees here like the mothers, each tree gives me a kind hug
and I call them through songs of paradise
my songs are part of the skies
and my skies are all my world
in my second world, I do not have the time
to put my hand on my chest for wishing
all the clouds here are wishes
and I am a successful creature in hunting them with my glances
red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
fields of roses upon my head
rooms in the paradise full of upper poetry
my soul thrilled for sewing the art of dream
and I am hungry for knocking on the door of memories
I know that nobody will respond
however, I insist to wait
day after day
night after night
moment after moment
in my second world, I am walking on the roofs with bare feet
listening to the music makers in the tunnels of the heaven
here, we all are children of the upper world
and as a child, I am still waiting
an urgent call in my new life
As An African Child
As an African child
I crawled on mama arm
Searching for an imaginary house
Which bear me with a fancy view
Of the coming clouds upon my head
As an African child
I jumbed many times for seeing the clown
Who laugh and cry
Making jokes
Acts an excellent spy
With many children in their bed
As an African child
I saw the bitterness on mama face
And tried to chase
Her shadow before her cheek is wet
As an African child
I drew my plan on the clay pot
I insisted to fly
Asking my sun to let
The charming of justice light
And asking the darkness to rest
A question from the refugee camps
poem
How the sun says hello to everyone ?
Then, they laughed bitterly
Without being sorry
And told me "ask the gun"
Her red spark
Sharp like a dark
Permits entering the light for none
They asked me " what is the sun"?
When our expected meeting will be done?
Since their question
I did not ask again
Cause everything was very clear
Through the war stain
There, in the Somali lands you can find the answers
Upon the clouds , in the camps even on the children features
There, in the Somali lands all the details written with no ink
The only truth here required from you to think
About those people who do not have the fun
But you still ask about their sun ?
Among the refugee camps in Baidoa
I found a baby crawled
On the arm of his mama
Who seemed to me frowned
The baby opened his eyes widely
Looking for the next light
But his mama knows
No light comes with fight
In a crowd of the lost African bodies
He hold my hand tenderly
He was selling water to the ladies
were sitting on the docks
With their pots
Waiting for the day- early
In the Somali lands
They asked me
How the sun says hello to everyone?
Then, I replied with no hesitation
No sun comes with a gun
He is considered a main stream writer in Pakistan.His work is discussed on P.hd level and he has got many awards for his remarkable work in poetry.
He is an educationist by profession.He runs a school system in Pakistan.
AUTUMN, DEATH AND I
A bird , a blind bird
with shattered wings
trying to reach the sky
A black cloud surrounds the horizon
Drip the drops of charcoal
from the swelled veins of smutty air
agony and fire
filled into the trunks of
bare, dry trees
nests ablaze
straws flying like fireflies
pale rotten leaves
dissolved into their own frowzy tears
and my ruptured heart
sing a song
song of Death
Autumn, death and I
create a negative harmony
Into the dark 'we' enter
from the dark' I ' appear
with buds from hell
growing upon my palm...!!!!
DELUSION..…
“Presence” is a delusion
Phantasm, not to trust upon
Nobody is there
Behind the curtain of thick fog
You can tear it with the tip of your nail
To see behind
If you don’t believe
Be ready to face
Deep, Dark, Damp silence
Be ready to abnegate your entity
Who knows….?
Do you………..?
Do I…………….?
Remember!“Knowing”is an illusion in itself
Who can witness
Whether the doors open
Inwards or outwards
We are watching or being watched
Or dreaming, in a cosmic dream
Come and touch the heart
Of that moment
Filled with a vacuum
Passing by us
And see the empty hearts
Melting into nothingness
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