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THE APRIL WRITE 2012 – POETS OLYMPIAD – DAY 22 – FREE VERSE 3

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Welcome to Day 22 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.  

Once again, today is a VERY special day. It’s our 3rd Free Verse day and it means you are allowed to write a poem on whatever topic you feel you need to get out of your system.

Day 22 of the April Write is a Free Verse Day, if you have not yet been able to share a poem in our last 21 days, then today is your perfect opportunity. 

Watch the video to hear my mine, which is called “Journey On The Pane”

 

Enjoy!   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnvaLJeMjhM

 

Angee

xoxo

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  1. Mark Paleologo wet
    .
    i was in
    up to my knees
    before realizing
    i was wet
    she was
    blanket
    in the sun
    cherry coke sweet
    waving answers
    to questions
    i had left
    in a car
    that burned
    on my way home
    i stood
    sand covered
    shivering she said
    look at you
    come here
    wrapping me
    warming me
    considering me
    un-singed and dry
    touches tingle
    while
    flesh knits
    as wounds close
    and her lips
    find my cheek
    willing
    waiting
    wanting
    kisses
    that make one
    forget
    everything else
    (c)April 2012 Mark Paleologo
    http://evildick13.wordpress.com/2012/04/22/wet/

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  2. Lana Joseph Mother Earth
    “By LJ”

    Mother Earth cries tears of pain
    as she oversees nature’s beauty treated with disdain
    she whispers gently into the wind…
    trying to calm earth’s surface… roots and trees
    her words are voiceless to human beings..
    but to the birds…
    the fish…
    all plant life…
    above and beneath the sea
    and to all other animals…
    except you and me…
    she speaks
    and they all hear…

    Perhaps naked shadows also listen?

    Will those who continue to be the spoils of nature…
    continue blowing horrors against God’s will?

    Tears of disappointment…
    because man Incessantly destroy earth’s beautiful precious land
    What will be left when all has perished?
    No more food…
    because plant life will be gone…
    foul and fish poisoned…
    extinction of all animals…

    You…
    Hu~mans
    Man~kind…
    will have a pocket full of money
    but your lack of concern for earth…
    will give No…
    New Birth

    Then…
    will you understand that your Money$$$ is worthless?
    Because…
    there will be no more food to eat?

    *aprilwritefreeverseday22/30*
    Copyright © 2012 LJ

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  3. Halim Flowers (incarcerated):

    Why can’t we love
    Without all the complications
    Why when i say that
    I love you
    Do I really mean that
    You are never supposed to
    Ever
    Have sex with
    Anyone
    Ever again
    Why does this always lead to
    The inevitible heartbreak
    But yet I want to be loved unconditionally
    With conditions of my own…….
    (c)22nd April 2012 Halim A Flowers

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  4. Zita Holbourne

    ‘THRESHOLD TO FREEDOM’

    IT WAS COLD AND SHE WAS TIRED, DRAINED OF STRENGTH
    BUT SHE KNEW THEY’D GO TO ANY LENGTH
    IT WAS NOW OR NEVER TO GET AWAY
    IF SHE WANTED TO LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY

    SHE CREPT SLOWLY IN STAGES, LISTENING
    FEARFUL, SHE FELT THE SWEAT GLISTENING
    SHE UNLATCHED THE DOOR SLOWLY
    HAND SHAKING DROPPED THE KEY

    SHE FROZE IN THE PITCH DARK
    IN THE DISTANCE HEARD A DOG BARK
    INSTINCTIVELY COWERED, HEAD UNDER ARM
    SEEMED FOR EVER BEFORE LOOKING UP AGAIN

    SLOWLY SHE PATTED HER PALM ON THE GROUND
    BREATHED A SILENT SIGH WHEN THE KEY WAS FOUND
    PLACED HER SYMBOL OF FREEDOM IN THE LOCK
    HEART BEATING LOUD AS A TICKING CLOCK

    PUSHED DOWN THE HANDLE QUIET AS A MOUSE
    PRAYED SHE’D NEVER AGAIN ENTER THIS HOUSE
    AS IT OPENED THE DOOR CREAKED LOUDLY IN THE NIGHT
    SOMETHING, PERHAPS A MOUSE SCUTTLED AWAY IN FRIGHT

    IN HER RUSH TO CROSS THE THRESHOLD TO FREEDOM SHE STUMBLED
    ADRENALINE PUMPING, NERVOUSLY SHE GIGGLED
    FEAR AND EXCITEMENT ROLLED INTO A SINGLE EMOTION
    SO LONG A VICTIM OF OPPRESSION

    SHE HALF FELL, HALF CRAWLED OVER THE THRESHOLD
    AND IN THAT MOMENT SHE FELT BRAVE AND BOLD
    STRAIGHTENED UP HER BRUISED AND BROKEN BODY
    AND SHOOK OFF THE INVISIBLE CHAINS OF SLAVERY

    RENEWED ENERGY SHE FLED INTO THE NIGHT AIR
    GUIDED BY THE STARS, WIND IN HER HAIR
    SHE RAN UNTIL SHE REACHED A PLACE OF SAFETY
    AND WEPT TEARS OF JOY KNOWING SHE WAS FREE

    (c)April 2012 Zita Holbourne

    “I wrote the above poem as a reminder of ‘modern day’ slavery and human trafficking that exists today.”

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  5. Katie Rendon – Mustang

    You my eternal love, were a stallion
    A wild mustang, with a spirit so free
    And perhaps that’s how my heart was won
    The way you loved so openly

    The journeys that you took me on
    Were among the best I’ve ever know
    You would roam across seemingly endless lawn
    Where for me, obstacles were always shown

    But your sights were set on the infinite anew
    Throwing the idea of settling to the wind
    The only thing about you I could be certain was true
    Was that you would always leave me at the bend

    A fork that you must travel alone
    And I would be left there at a loss
    Until the road leading back was shown
    But I knew you’d find that cross

    Then, momentarily, you would be tame
    Content by the comfort of my hands
    As I would release myself the same
    From a life with limits and demands

    So within those precious moments
    We would free each other entirely
    And our love made perfect sense
    But a mustang will always run free
    (c)April 2012 Katie Rendon

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  6. Justice Chikandamina

    FREE VERSES

    Free flowing verses
    Blasting in my mind
    Are causing tremors
    And tsunamis
    Making my soul quiver
    And shiver
    Where is Noah
    We might be needing an ark
    In place of Titanic
    As my heart
    Becomes torn and worn out
    Caught between verses,
    Songs of Solomon
    And ghetto verses
    That spins and twists
    My thoughts
    Making me i lost spirit
    With mental hernia!
    (c)April 2012 Justice Chikandamina

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