poet speak magazine issue 15
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POET SPEAKJANUARY 2013
ISSUE 15
We stand in the Light so others will know the way out of Darkness. Light was first presented to thisworld through the use of Word and we follow in the Great Footsteps of the One who came Before.Speak in Truth and the world will Listen. - Poet Speak Editorial Dept -
Mission statementWe want Poets to realize thatthey are needed in this world.Poets inspire and instruct,teach and reach the hearts ofthe people all through the useof words. Poet Speak iscommitted to carrying out thisduty and showing fellowpoets/writers how to light thematch and pass the flamearound.
www.poetspeakpublishing.com
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Message from the Editor:Poets are like LiteraryProphets/Visionaries....Chosen justlike Moses to stand on the peak ofmountains and commune with Godand receive instructions to takeback to the masses....Come onPoet...go ahead and Speak!!!!
-J Asheley Brown-
Editor-in-Chief
“Speak in Truth and theworld will Listen”
Capable of delving deep down intothe caverns of wisdom and extractingreality; lethal with words and thetruth;The Female - bold and articulateThe Male - fierce and indestructible
The Poet is not lost and remains oneof the few who can find the way;The Poet does not share a humanweakness of blindness but gains aburst of insight from the Divine;Rarely understood, this creaturewalks lonely paths undetected, quietlydeciphering hidden codes of humanbehaviour and emotions
The Poet has a light diet and does notdigest lies and general foolishness verywell;General population should bewarewhen a Poet is around because thePoet will not back down when thetruth is on the line;With a frank and outspoken heart, thePoet will reveal what has beencloaked;
Chosen to stand apart, the Poet is aRevelator,A literary Scientist, a Unique Speci-men indeed…
-Jeffery Asheley Brown-©2013
The Poet:An endangered species
We are Powerfulwhen We Speak
1.) Poets can submit up to 3 poems2.) Work must be original and the sole property of Poet3.) Work can be of any length from 4 lines on up4.) Work can be any subject, any topic5.) While we believe in free speech, if your work is filled with excessive profanity(or any profanity) itwill not be chosen for publication (words like"hell", etc., will be acceptable if it is needed in themessage; if you are not sure your poem fits these guidelines then please ask)6.) Copy/Paste your submissions into the body of the email and type "Poet Speak Submissions" intothe Subject field of the email (If you find it easier, then you can simply "Attach" your poems to theemail)7.) Type your name, City/State, and email contact info into the body of the email so readers cancontact you directly if interested in more work from you8.) All poems will be Edited for spelling errors (We realize you have Poetic License and the contentand message of your work will not be changed; If there are certain words that you are using as "playon words" like "Poetik" then detail this in your submission email and we will not change it)9.) Take a deep breath and just have fun! Congratulations, you are on your way to becoming aPublished Writer!
EMAIL submissions to: ihearyou2005@yahoo.com
IN THIS ISSUE:
Contributors -
Friday Ogba
Kentrell Blanche
P O E TS P E A KMAGAZINE
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(318) 512-9162
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Editor-in-Chief/Publisher:
Jeffery Asheley Brown
Editorial Dept: ihearyou2005@yahoo.com
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LADY TAMBOURINECOPYRIGHT(C ) 2012 FRIDAY OGBA
''rest fair 'lady' liein silhoute rustle
frame''
Friday Ogba
Poet Speak Magazine
Poet
Friday Ogba• •
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summer
flutters,wing's rain
only stood
noonday's wooing
clarity of the
tolling bells;
soon're butters
ring's lane-lonely
brood
fly o kneeling
brow, singing
charm doth tell
dance twining
fireflies, shone lie
tumbling nude
chanted hymns
binding song of the
deepening well;
wounds of season,
awry-dry glanced
earth bedded, robe
of flowing wine
fell;
'tis few conjuring
hymn knew
tongue-forbade
threw hands
boot-brand shred
the numb bones
dreadly swell;
o torn moment
hath so flee in
unbirth'd trance,
away hath sin and
sweetness dwell,
loot heart's toil
held bloodless in
fangs
foot-strap lead the
leap to clutched
fend
mine or foe never
lend, 'twas not
woes friend
mirth's dimly wane
mingles the cotton
furry flame
charred-eyes blew
hurry sighs,flurry
of dame;
flute blew foil of
foment lame
mute pew boils of
lament's shame
drum and jingle
dust in fur-pit
dwindle drain..
"dumb wrinkled
rust in lured cheat
wind'll claim''
''rest fair 'lady' lie
in silhoute rustle
frame''
''breast torn from
smile lustful feign''
''idle o teeny grey
ere on hair's lavish
tamed''
''gutter-smelling
black mellow
widow name''
''loiter-telling
morrow's task
sorrow sane''
''own fretful dullard
praise,borrowed fame''
OLD WOMAN: Are
you a boy or a girl
CHILD:I do not
know what i
am,and neither
should you bother
OLD WOMAN:
I'm old and grey
and mine age is the
market that
exchange always
CHILD: Old woman! Old
woman!!
Haggle not for
price for the sun is
down
and only eyes to
eyes in unbare
shadows
song: o when the
story be told of
the "the witch and
the child"
beyond the dim of
sunset
an owl hoot and
she swears it
wasn't her
tell of the
down,down and
bellow
only to had gazed
from the tree
hallow
-translated-
OLD WOMAN:
Stubborn have
mine
buttocks,heaping
burden of mine
aged bones upon
the tomb stones
till a nine full moon
be stolen
must now witness
each moon a death
unbidden
CHILD:Thou now to
have denied the
spirits a night
awakening as thou
fear to slumber too
OLD WOMAN: Its
eternity my
child,thou still lame
CHILD: o the eyes
of day and night,o
beholder of death!
will mine mother
die too
will mine father be
lame
will the sun go
down and never
come up
OLD WOMAN: O
child,o child thoust
foolishness is the
river that begins at
the bank
if your mother
die,thou will die
too.
But when the time
doth come your
The Witch and the Child
mother will fade
and you shall
follow.
CHILD: Death
cannot find me for
i'm no boy or girl
old woman,old
witch
in thoust bulgy
belly hath
devoured thy
sons,what all say
must i now see
OLD WOMAN:Thous
blind and seeth
through thy
mother and thy
mother thus
through mine and
still thou dose not
believe
song:it's
nightfall,it's
nightfall,soon and
soon the lights will
be out beneath
the spell of thy
eyes and the dark
shall speak of right
and wrong and
dreams beyond
dreams.
-translated-
CHILD: Doth as
thou proclaim mine
mother have wept
and so hath i
tasted the salt,
o how you've
scratched mine
walls with thy
clutching tallons
and have found no
message nor
secret of mine
coming
OLD WOMAN: O i'll
wait,not much mine
aching back can do,
doth still i'll sleep
again and
wait,until these
shadows hath flee
away
CHILD:Much deaths
that thou sucked
make thee young
a life for a death in
mine eyes doth fair
die and let me be
born today
why dose thou still
want to live that
long
OLD WOMAN: To
hold you in mine
arms again,my lost
son
CHILD: I'm not a
boy!
OLD WOMAN: Now i
die with love.
FRIDAY OGBA
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-Jeffery Brown- Copyright 2012
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Imprisoned-
That is how I felt
Every time that I kissed him..
Bound by promises
And imagination,
I walked around
Knowing that one day
My soul would have
Its proper compensation-
For every heartache
That I sustained,
For every moment
That I chose
Not to complain..
But,
Here I am-
Reviewing every reason
Why I should not
Return your phone call;
Anticipated forevers
Can sometimes end
After all-
After all of the tries,
After all ofretractedgoodbyes..
Imprisoned-
That ishow I felt
Everytime Isurrendered
To yourembrace
And that is a life
Of nightmares
That no fairy tale
Can ever replace
Kentrell Blanche
It is a maze ofmisunderstandings
That I feel I willnever escape..
But still,
I cling to you-
My heart sings foryou;
Your love is theonly tune I know-
Though I battleemotions,
I am sure it shows..
“I have beenswimming seas tomeet your needs,but still it rains”
After all that youhave done,
How can I stillthink of you
As The One?
After all the tears
That our love haswrung,
How can I lookinto your eyes
And still see theSun?
I have beenrunning
That extra mile
Just to see yousmile-
Surely,
Kentrell Blanche, Author of “A Glimpse Through My Window”.
It can't all be invain;
I have beenswimming seas
Just to meetyour needs-
But still,
It rains..
How can younot love me?
How can younot yearn
To touch me?
I have foughttime and space
Kentrell.Blanche@yahoo.com
Every day is a journey, Every heartache is a lesson learned...Donot be ashamed of the scars you have earned.
But still,
You place the worldbefore me..
And that is adisappointment
That words just can'tdescribe;
Poetry hardly defines
Just what I feelinside..
It is a death
That even a lost soul
Would not have toface;
The truth of thematter
Is that I will neverleave;
A life without you
Is simply a world
That I cannotconceive..
Even after all thethings
That have gonewrong,
I am still standingstrong-
For you
We stand in the Light so others will know the way out of Darkness. Light was first presented to thisworld through the use of Word and we follow in the Great Footsteps of the One who came Before.Speak in Truth and the world will Listen. - Poet Speak Editorial Dept -
Copyright © 2012
Kentrell Blanche
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