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This is our 6th Issue Featuring Poet Kentrell Blanche. Of course we have Amazing selections from 5 other Great Poets!
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“We are Powerful when We Speak”
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Issue 6, OCT 2011
Dull impure grey appears in heralding dim-satire
wiping away the drool of un tasted memories
shame lurking beneath the hem of quenched roses
in lone self embrace
oil of our dying lamps are now half brimmed
its smoke blown in endless flicker
as though grey leaves craving to fall on tomb stones
at the edge of an un-ague fevered crow
all that is left,the half-eaten corps our fading hope.
O dusk,o dusk,a half naked moment
when the weight of our unmade choices are trapped in a combat
as the two igniting flints rubbed together-romantic,
cast apart as our choice are dumped on the boundaries of bad and good
so we may not have any to linger on
when sweetness of sins vanish and guiltiness still prevails.
There in your hands was the consuming fires of adultery
dewing aimlessly on the shield of a widow
when the unripe night brings the concubine,
the concubine brings the wine,
and the widow drunk in the separation of water from wine
that is our frightened moment,the prologue of our unjustifiable taste.
Dusk
Friday OgbaCopyright © 2011
Poet Speak Magazine
Whenever I think of you
I can’t keep from smiling
Doesn’t take any effort
It comes without trying
That light in your eyes
Makes me warm deep inside
The sound of your voice
Leaves me speechless, tongue tied
My stomach gets butterflies
My heart starts in racing
I have no other thoughts
When it’s you I’m embracing
The feel of your body
So close to mine
Gives me goose pimples
Sends chills down my spine
These feelings I’m having
Are thrilling yet frightening
The sensations intense
Like thunder and lightening
Don’t know what will happen
How this will take form
But I’ll welcome the clouds
Because I love a good storm
Wendy D. Granger
Enjoying the Rain
Copyright © 2011
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Feature Poet:Kentrell Blanche“Writing it All Out”
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She asked when
things go bump in the night
Do I be afraid and I told her
”No, Not really.”
See I’ve grown use to voices raised like the backs of hands
Domains being establish
Some distant war fought in the next room
Pain is suppose to drown out pain
But it doesn’t
I can still hear the crying
As clearly as if it was next to me
Paper thin walls Hide nothing
Yet They talk And argue
For territory and
Who gets the couch tonight
As opposed to who’s leaving
And it’s always who’s wrong
Who’s ever weaker
Or just don’t give a fuck Anymore
And submits
Here I once thought something beautiful
Would come from something destroyed
But Broken homes know loneliness a lot better
Than the smiles that use to reside in them
Forgotten
Misplace along with companionship Conveniently
Unity divided Between parents
Children are split torn and scared
Broken bones can heal over time
But the emotional wounds
will always serve as a reminder
and I’m still trying to deal with it
Paper Thin Walls
Darrius Turner
Copyright © 2011
Pg. 5
If I were to write just to make things right
I would say God did not bless just texas …He blessed all of us
I would say not only has the south risen again but life is happening as we know it
I would say global warming is here but still god has his own due time and calling
I would say love is in the air for those who believe
I would say life is a journey that we walk in and we make it our destiny
I would say your heart may break but at least you gave it the chance
I would say insecurity is not cool ..be real with yourself
I would say prayer is a must because god answers for those who believe
I would say for those who never try they will never win
I would say you only have one life to live..so make it count for something
I would say never give up because some things are worth fighting for
I would say never fight over money because when you die it doesn’t matter anyway
I would say dream because it’s creativity and feels your heart with warmth
I would say don’t worry about petty things it only runs your blood pressure up
I would say a million other things as well but you have to have some lessons to learn on your own. Tolearn you must walk the journey, endure the pain, and learn that some things are worth it and somethings are not. The ball is always in some one else’s court. You just have to go out and grab it.
Jammie Lynn JumpCopyright © 2011
Poet Speak Magazine
Delighted to unite
Inspired by the talents, gifts & what journeys our minds, hearts,spirits would dare to
Uplift
Through words,whether street or sentimental earning the highest respect & recognition not through just mics, butthe core of spiritual enlightment
Souls healing wounds whether it was remedied from whimsical ink or profound verbally executed...I envisionedwomen of all statuses coming & reigning
Together
Dismissing egos, judgements and immaturity, after all one vision was on the memo to be corrigible without envy.
Genuiness can't be camouflaged through fake smiles, vage hugs and brief general public salutations.
Evaluating one's source of arrogance is not worth the time one could lose verses increasing blessings
By simply being true to God's calling.
Men deliver verses of potent medicine, boys came unprepared to receive~
Men encourage the youth without worldy entertainment, exceeding love beyond a price of a dollar,many seek in illcorners of their community.
One vision
One God
One unit
One Love
One blessing
One beckon to eliminate the negative quarrels through power play multiplying day by day bequeathing throughpoetry.
I am a luminescence vessel absorbing high volumes of diligent serenity~extending a link to all with their ownidentity
Whom moves through grace, aims by faith, magnifier of truth
Diligent for unity, never selling souls for popularity...
I once was excited about who I thought was there to share integrity with progression on such plight
Grateful I stand with courageous bravery I submit to vacant ill perimeters
Remaining loyal to my ink which shall continously
Reach
Unlimited boundaries of hearts of purity.
Imitation Confederacy
Silva GibsonCopyright © 2011
Pg. 7
finally-i have figured it out;i'm just going to have to find it in my heartthe strength to do without-love,affection,someone there,someone with the time to spare..
countless faces arrive and depart;cover their trailsbut leave their mark..and i bear the wounds ofa hundred soldiers;a lifetime of disappointment resting heavilyon my shoulders..when I love,i sacrifice every part of meand i am left in the darknesswhen faces decidethat they have someplace better to be..
again and again,
i am left to collapse within
and pick up the pieces and go
to a land that i never wished to know..
finally-
i understand;
some souls are destined
to keep an empty hand
no more sitting around depressed,looking dumb;when the time is right,love will come..but for now,i'm just going to take my timeand enjoy my time-my freedom,peace of mind..no one needs a second partyto get the party startedand you can't love anyone elseuntil you love yourself wholeheartedly..and that was my mistake;i displayed my treasures and allowed eventhe most unworthy souls to take-handful after handful of mewithin even inquiring about my time toreceive..so much of me is goneand that beauty will never againbe the same;but i am going cherishevery particle of me that remains..
no one needs a second party
to keep the party in focus;
and from now on,
i am going to dance
regardless of who
takes the time to notice
Copyright © 2011 Kentrell Blanche
Poet Speak Magazine
Poet Speak Magazine
Kentrell Blancheis
“Writing it All Out”
i lost myselfin order to become
the type of manthat you needed to find;
i signed over my happiness-my peace of mind..
just so that you could dwellin the lies of my altered soul;
i wanted nothing morethan to be everythingyou wished to behold..
i gave it all awayjust so that i could reap
the benefits of yourtemporarily pleasured state;
i should have greeted you with truthbut, i was never that brave..
i wanted you to love memore than anyone else;i gave you my treasures
before i could enjoy themfor myself..
like some violent wind,i tossed away everythingthat i had worked so hard
to keep within-spiritual stability,
the power to heal my own pain;love washed away everything
that i had sacrificed so much to gain..
i saw youand saw the Sun;i saw possibility
in the web we spun..i gave you everything
all in a day;and it was so easy for youto just throw it all away..
lie after lie,secrets harbored within;my heart led me astray
all over again..i lost myself in order
to prove that i was worthyof your company;
once again,heartache comes for me
Ken
trel
l
Blanc
he
Poet Speak Magazine
not all enchanting voicesare capable of leading you
to a fairytale ending;and not all hearts
will love youas strongly
as in the beginning..i have seen emotions build
and watched them fall;i have seen hands give
then reclaim it all..i have been the victimof overnight seduction
and have been leftto get myself back on trackafter a vicious interruption..
taken for a foolso many times,
and chasedafter passion
that was never mine..and you were no different,
i was sure of itsure that you and iwould never divide;
sure that we were a matchmade in the clouds
i was naivei was proud;
proud to be in the company ofyour thoughtsyour dreams
your aspirationsyour hands..
i worshiped youas if there would be no following moment;
you were more than an influence,you owned me
and led me to a place ofmore confusion
that i wished to make sensible;you were my rock
but to you,our love was so dispensable..
and you proved just how much you caredwhen you turned and left me there..
your departure came easily-that's just how much you never needed me..
from rock bottom,there must come growth
and from the darkness must come hope..not all enchanting voiceshave the power to speakand turn rocks into gold;
and not all welcoming facescan free your soul Copyright © 2011
Kentrell Blanche
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