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Where Have All the Children Gone? | Renee' Drummond-Brown - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Where Have All the Children Gone? | Renee' Drummond-Brown

They left the womb
GROWN
And
All alone
Long time passing
Aimlessly
They roam
To and fro
Texting
Becomes ‘their’ god(s)
Social media
Front Row
Center
And
None other than
Tweeting
Facades’
Communication’s
‘HARD’
Politics???
Well ‘ya’ know
Non-existent
For ‘dat’
Freedom riders ‘plight’
The right to vote???
Hmmh
‘Deeze’ kids???
Want None o’ ‘dat’
Right.
‘Day’ only want the ‘WRITE’
To ‘WRITE’
Text messaging
Mid flight
Where have all the children gone?
They’re lost in iPhone zones
Dedicated to: Somebody call 911
—–
Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is a poetess with experience in creative writing. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania. Renee’ is still in pursuit of excellence towards her mark for higher education. She is working on her seventh book and has numerous works published globally which can be seen in cubm.org/news, KWEE Magazine, Leaves of Ink, Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few. Civil Rights Activist, Ms. Rutha Mae Harris, Original Freedom Singer of the Civil Rights Movement, was responsible for having Drummond-Brown’s very first poem published in the Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., in Albany, GA. Renee’ also has poetry published in several anthologies and honorable mentions to her credit in various writing outlets. Renee’ has won and/or placed in several poetry contests globally and her books are currently eligible for nomination for a Black Book award in Southampton County Virginia. She was Poet of the Month 2017, Winner in the Our Poetry Archives and prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community in the past year. She graced the cover of KWEE Magazine in the month of May, 2016. Her love for creative writing is displayed through her unique style. Renee’ is inspired by none other than Dr. Maya Angelou; because of her, Renee’ posits, “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”

Moonlight | Faida - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Moonlight | Faida

The moonlight danced by herself,
She sang to the winds gently
A sudden gust grabbed the air
And the apprehensive breathing took a dare.

Man’s audience had lost it all,
Too busy to sense the atmosphere.
The fragrance of change was lost.
So the moonlight in its splendour lost.

Man will consult the stars above.
Fate is found in the stars.
The pensive mood will not clear,
Fate is spelt by the stars.

The moonlight sings a forlorn song.
As man swings in the orbit of the Gods.
The heavans sparkle with the stars.
Man lives merely on planet earth!

Why Are People So Mean? | Chrissie Sadie Haley - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Why Are People So Mean? | Chrissie Sadie Haley

Why are people so mean?

She asks me after finding out
That not everything or
Everyone is safe and that
Some people will lash out
Even if you smile at them.

I take a deep breath and tell her
It’s because they are missing
Something deep inside,
That part of them that feels
Happiness, kindness, empathy,
And that we must keep kind
Thoughts in our hearts for them
Because someone didn’t when
They were growing up.

She thinks for a moment and
Says that she’s glad she can
Keep being nice even when
Others aren’t. My heart expands.

I think of everything I saw
Growing up in my family and
The promise I made to myself
That I would never lose the
Love I possessed inside and
Would always be the
Opposite of mean.

This Rainy Evening | Krushna Chandra Mishra - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

This Rainy Evening | Krushna Chandra Mishra

That very day everybody got the smell
that things were going in a curious way
and there was just enough good watch
necessary just to let happiness culminate
from what all were sure was just a fascinating
innocent first sweet scene of a rich drama of
great and magnificent union exuding aroma
across space and time for years to come.

Today not all the acts of that interesting drama
of union in marriage and stewardship of life are
fully played out yet , taking time this silent evening
when it’s still not very dark and raining memories
of things of a whole life time very well spent ,
we look ahead with hope into the future for
all the charming revelations it keeps in store
when we know life’s grand golden rule we get
what we deserve for all our deeds and no more.

Diagnosis/Prognosis | Bill Courson - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Diagnosis/Prognosis | Bill Courson

I. Ars longa, vita brevis

Upon the announcement of my diagnosis and of impending demise:

One called me up, crying, wailing like a paid keener at an Irish funeral, telling me that I was the only person they would ever have wanted to marry. (“Oh, mammy, mammy: who’ll jam me’ bread now?”)

Another called me up, crying,
telling me that they didn’t want to live
in a world without me
and whatever would they do without me as a daily presence in their lives,
to dry up their tears and bandage their boo-boos?
(Personally I wouldn’t want to live in a world without olives, or pizza, or blackberry sangria, dogs or wifi).

Another called me up, crying, to tell me that I had a very, very serious diagnosis.

Another called me up, crying, to tell me that the answer for me was to avoid sugar, refined carbohydrates, and drink plenty of water with apple cider vinegar: that alone would save me from the yawning jaws of the opened grave.

Another still called me up, not crying, but to inform me (although, they claimed, they knew I did not want to hear it) that I had particularly shitty health insurance (and by the way, could I help them with their taxes?)

II. Acta est finita, plaudite!

The emperor Augustus had it completely right. The play is over: don’t cry- applaud!

We’ve been dying since before the sun burned hot in the sky and the continents assumed their present shape, and our remotest ancestors were dying when they were little more than mud-slugs with genetic promise.

One would think that we would have gotten good at it by now.

We’ve been “going away” since we got here, since countless ages before alphabets, settled agriculture and urban settlements were a twinkle in the eyes of our (dead) ancestors. One would have thought that it was as easy as falling off a log.

We’ve been ending ever since we began.

Buddha said that it was the destiny of all compound things to disintegrate. Buddha prescribed a remedy for death: a single mustard seed, taken from a house wherein no one had ever died.

Sorry, item is out of stock and on back order.

Entropy is for real. Things come apart! Can you guess what’s coming down the pike?

III. Nascentes morimur

Sure, cry, rage for a bit
against the dying of the light,
but after you’ve had your little tantrum
realize there is much to be said
for taking out citizenship
in the Kingdom of the Shades.

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The One You Wear for Me! | John Baverstock - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The One You Wear for Me! | John Baverstock

It’s time to talk about smiles,
They come in all different types of styles,
A half smile is always usually marked down,
As can often be compared to wearing a frown,
The forced smile, always looks unjust,
Makes you wary, and not keen to trust,
The welcoming smile, is good to see,
Almost top of the list for me,
A beaming smile, you can always make out a case,
But will only take second place,
Because the best smile,
Which I always love to see,
Is that one smile,
The one you wear for me!

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Season of Rage | Rising of the Sun - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Season of Rage | Rising of the Sun

around the corner
i saw it
the ransome of death
the tales of evil
the youngman
strong and vibrant
he strive for power
the power fade-off
the two half-brothers
bloodshedding combat
they both end up in killing
the youngman
she fell inlove
a beautiful maiden
from a rich family
she fell
she cried
the firmament heard
he teased her with love
she cried when it appears
how easily she fell
she cursed for love
the love bring loss
can curse bring love?
eye to eye
he geared up
on his feet
he killed the fools
since they want the money
country rulers with there act
all there fight
evil smelt out of the cars
the riffles and black axe
in the night
the hawk
they sniff out black cloud
they die all young
the youngs all dies
they crave for money firmly
they die and end with no smiles
father of murderers
the curse
makes a rail
of destruction
and obstruction
they shower tension
it kills
they mount on fear
it kills instantly
time to stand for what is right
everything is a season
never hate
if you do
you may end up in grave

*Love*

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