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The Hudson River Blues - A Short Story  Reading by Charles E.J. Moulton. My story was written in 2017 and published 2020 by the online magazine Aaduna. My poetry version of the story was set to music by Melvin Edmondson and the song is also available for watching via YouTube, along with other of our songs.   Henry never forgot Olivia. He even wrote her a song. He lost touch with her, but his heart still yearns for her love...  The story is dedicated to New York City, to swing music and to sweet kisses and caresses in the moonlight...

my name is Aldo Quagliotti, and I'm an an italian poet based in London. In 2019 I published my first collection of poems, Japanese Tosa, published  by London Poetry Books. The anthology  debuted on October 2019 at the Tea House Theatre in Vauxhall and has then been promoted throughout the London open mic nights such as Flo vortex, Paper Tiger, Poetical Word. This October I've published my second Poetry collection, Confessions Of A Pregnant Man (AlienBuddha Press). My poems have also been published in italian anthologies, such as Il suono del silenzio 2008 and 2008, and Brazilian magazine (Revista Torquato). Nationally, my work has been included in English anthologies such as Reach 253, Murmurations, Cannon Poet Quarterly, Poetry In The Time Of Coronavirus, The voices Project, The Writers Club, Fleas on the dog, The Materialist , The Essential anthology, Word Doodles, Ponsersavant, The Raconteur Preview, The Orange Blush zine, Lion and Lilac, Unheard Poetry, Poetic Unity, and Literary Magazine. Recently, I have been selected as one the poets representing the Poetry Corner as part of the Kesington+ Chelsea Art Week in London (1-11 October).

Silent Afternoon by David Dephy

This February, 2021 Centennial Art Center Gallery presents Voices of the Past, A Celebration of Black History.  In this exhibit artist Henry L. Jones speaks about his artwork. An accomplished poet, Henry also treats us to a powerful reading of his poem, "I Know Your Tears" from "Black Skillet Blues: Poetry without Cornbread."

Dear Readers and Authors, The Creativity Webzine, the monthly multicreative and theme based journal, has been online now for six and a half years with our 128th issue coming up at the end of February. Authors, poets, writers, painters, photographers can this month submit poems, haikus, sonnets, articles, stories, art, photography of any kind in the theme FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. Any fictional character will do, if Superman, Indiana Jones, Hamlet, Harry Potter, whatever comes to your mind. They can be the main part of the story, article or poem, or just a side character. The fictional character can be an inspiration to the hero or just a part of the story. Main thing is that the fictional character is a part of the piece. The issue will be published on February 28th, so have your work in by February 26th. Good luck and have fun creating. https://moultoniancreativity.weebly.com/

Patricia Carragon has forthcoming work from EOAGH and The Paterson Review. Her latest books from Poets Wear Prada are Meowku and The Cupcake Chronicles, and Innocence from Finishing Line Press. Her first novel, Angel Fire, is forthcoming from Alien Buddha Press. Patricia hosts Brownstone Poets and is the editor-in-chief of its annual anthology. She is an executive editor for Home Planet News Online. https://brownstonepoets.blogspot.com/ https://patriciacarragon8.wordpress.com/ MEOWKU is available on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2MTklrO THE CUPCAKE CHRONICLES is available on Amazon: http://amzn.to/2yAYc9o

The winter years by Eugenia Fain

Somjeeta Pandey is a poet, research scholar and an Assistant Professor of English at a government-aided college in West Bengal, India. Her research interests are rooted in crime fiction studies, feminist literary studies and dalit studies. Her poems have appeared in The CQ: A Literary Magazine, Global Poemic, Madness Muse Press, and will soon appear in Faces to the Sun: A Mental Health Awareness Anthology and Point Positive Publishing’s Rebloom Anthology. She can be reached at somjeeta072@gmail.com.

‘Listening From Home,’ Elan Barnehama And artwork by Rhonda Fishman

Patricia Carragon has forthcoming work from EOAGH and The Paterson Review. Her latest books from Poets Wear Prada are Meowku and The Cupcake Chronicles, and Innocence from Finishing Line Press. Her first novel, Angel Fire, is forthcoming from Alien Buddha Press. Patricia hosts Brownstone Poets and is the editor-in-chief of its annual anthology. She is an executive editor for Home Planet News Online. https://brownstonepoets.blogspot.com/ https://patriciacarragon8.wordpress.com/ MEOWKU is available on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2MTklrO THE CUPCAKE CHRONICLES is available on Amazon: http://amzn.to/2yAYc9o

THE CUPCAKE CHRONICLES is available on Amazon  I BIO: Patricia Carragon has forthcoming work from EOAGH and The Paterson Review. Her latest books from Poets Wear Prada are Meowku and The Cupcake Chronicles, and Innocence from Finishing Line Press. Her first novel, Angel Fire, is forthcoming from Alien Buddha Press. Patricia hosts Brownstone Poets and is the editor-in-chief of its annual anthology. She is an executive editor for Home Planet News Online. https://brownstonepoets.blogspot.com/ https://patriciacarragon8.wordpress.com/ MEOWKU is available on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2MTklrO THE CUPCAKE CHRONICLES is available on Amazon: http://amzn.to/2yAYc9o

Burning Through The Bloodline by Nikki Marrone

The Demise of Human Events by the famous Frogg Corpse. Thank you for having you as a guest.

Warhols Wig 1986 by William Lessard 

BIO: I'm a Zambian. My name's Chitendwe Chioza (she/her) but most people struggle pronouncing my full names, so I also go by Tende C. I mostly write to declutter my mind . Most of my work is based by life experiences and shaping negative emotions into something beautiful so I don't dwell on pain as much. I started writing, or should I say journaling to combat personal issues with depression and anxiety. Along the way, I realized I'm actually a wonderful writer. A book is in the works, somewhere soon. IG: @hiddentruthsandguidinglights

#Number One by Barbara Berman 

It's just the water by Rachel L. Makinson

SONG: The Hudsonriver Blues by Mel Vin

BIO: I'm a Zambian. My name's Chitendwe Chioza (she/her) but most people struggle pronouncing my full names, so I also go by Tende C. I mostly write to declutter my mind . Most of my work is based by life experiences and shaping negative emotions into something beautiful so I don't dwell on pain as much. I started writing, or should I say journaling to combat personal issues with depression and anxiety. Along the way, I realized I'm actually a wonderful writer. A book is in the works, somewhere soon. IG: @hiddentruthsandguidinglights

Mercury & The Architects - AUTOPILOT (Official Music Video)  Click to stream song- https://song.link/us/i/1541970406 Music and Movie by Mercury & The Architects Performances by Mercury, LYNZI, and Rae Videography by Cody Jay ©2020 MercuryRae Productions Inc.  There ain’t enough light in the day To work 3 jobs But we’re finding a way  To surf reruns Cmon time don’t give a fuck  Cmon this life won’t live for us  There’s no money in the bank To buy more rounds So pour another drink  Until we fall down Cmon vibe don’t think too much Cmon this life won’t live for us   We don’t ever walk through the motions We’re the only ones left still driving We ain’t gonna just lose this moment We ain’t ever on Autopilot  We don’t believe in what get’s attention  We ain’t gonna just run from sirens  We’re the only one’s asking questions We ain’t ever on Autopilot   We don’t have mad alarms  Set for Monday  We’re just fucking bad  Making love staying up late  We ain’t looking backwards  Breaking through the matrix Shook until it shatters Naked in our spaceships  Cageless  Dancers Stepping through the darkness They could change the answers Me and you are constants Never out of options  Sticking to the program  What a bunch of nonsense Conscious living is the romance  We don’t ever walk through the motions We’re the only ones left still driving We ain’t gonna just lose this moment We ain’t ever on Autopilot  We don’t believe in what get’s attention  We ain’t gonna just run from sirens  We’re the only one’s asking questions We ain’t ever on Autopilot   We put our souls on the pedal  We take control of the carnage Up on a whole different level  But we ain’t rolling robotic Doubt what we’re told never settle  We keep it flowing hypnotic  All that we know is so mental  We let it go cuz we got it  Popping in our starships  Boxing out the margins I know you know it deep down That you’re rocking with an artist  Cmon drive just stick to clutch  Cmon this life won’t live for us   We don’t ever walk through the motions We’re the only ones left still driving We ain’t gonna just lose this moment We ain’t ever on Autopilot  We don’t believe in what get’s attention  We ain’t gonna just run from sirens  We’re the only one’s asking questions We ain’t ever on Autopilot

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Let me guess by Miss Rainbow Moonfire

Tabula Rasa - A Short Story by Charles E.J. Moulton

Angora Poets World Café (December 27TH)

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 161-170 by Caroline Burrows

A little old by Bill Strangmeyer (Angora Poets World Caffe)

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 151-160 by Caroline Burrows

FREE by Sophia Behal

Trust yourself by Ity Pandey  Mumbai, India

Zen Beats by Jane SpokenWord

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 141-150 by Caroline Burrows

Game of chess by Ity Pandey  Mumbai, India

I am not God by Miss Rainbow Moonfire

A days' rest by Bill Strangmeyer

YOU II by Sophia Behal

Advent Calendar Starting on December 1st, count the days till Christmas-eve. by Sophia Behal,  Dennis Moritz,  Aldo Quagliotti,  Carrie Magness Radna,  Frogg Corpse,  Sailor Uke Narrated by Sophia Behal series Advent Calendar #2 out of #24 Available as audiobook series at kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/advent-calendar-5 The mobile phone application POETRY ADVENT CALENDAR is available for download at the Apple app store or the Google play store. Enjoy it is for free.

Version 1.0 out of the book the multiverse by Celia Lisset Alvarez

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 131-140 by Caroline Burrows

Advent Calendar Starting on December 1st, count the days till Christmas-eve. by Sophia Behal,  Dennis Moritz,  Aldo Quagliotti,  Carrie Magness Radna,  Frogg Corpse,  Sailor Uke Narrated by Sophia Behal series Advent Calendar #1 till #24 AVAILABLE AT the apple app store and google play store. Please download the POETRY ADVENT CALENDAR.

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 121-130 by Caroline Burrows

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 111-120 by  Caroline Burrows

The Art of Poetry by Jane SpokenWord

First Hours of a Rainy Day by Dave Willsone

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 101-110 by Caroline Burrows

Plastic by Mohammed Anis. Enjoy

The ebook is available on amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Poetry-Marathon-Day-1-Pandemic-ebook/dp/B08LTMT3F2/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=a+Poetry+marathon&qid=1603992182&sr=8-2 The audio poems will be available at Kobo and NOOK, jus make a google search: Poetry Marathon and Kobo. Each audio poem costs only 99 Cents

YOU by Sophia Behal (Angora Poets World Caffe)

The Poem Him out of the book HIM read by Karren Scott

STRANGER read by Dalia Zeghar

Maximus Beast, a poem by Dave Wilsone (Angora Poets World Caffe)

FACETIME a poem read by Mohammed Anis

I am a Poet by Jane SpokenWord

A days' rest by Bill Strangmeyer (Angora Poets World Caffe)

Poem  out of the book "Sell me insanity" read by Karren Scott

"When you are poor" read out of the book SPARKEL and BLINK read by Karren Scott

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 91-100 by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle

The poem All Healing is Self-Healing by Dave Willsone

A book by Bill Strangmeyer (Angora Poets World Caffe)

Along came a poem has been written, read and produced by the fabulous Fiona Alwora

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 81-90 by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle

The poem Gun by Mohammed Anis

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 71-80 by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle

Angora Poets World Cafe September 6th

Its Not Easy Being Green Verse 61-70 by Caroline Burrows aka VerseCycle

Angora Poets World Caffe August 22

Listen to the Song ˇI want to beˇ by LUMN

Launch for the charity book released for various cancer charities,  Words to Remember is the debut collection from Printed Words featuring 43 various authors. The launch for this featured book: The following people read tonight: Andy N Amanda Steel Dray Zera Emma Lee Sam Palmer Anthony Smith Linda Quinn Ilaria Passeri The book can be purchased from all the usual booksellers including Amazon at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Words-Remember-Printed-Anthology/dp/1393548857/

Sidney Williams has written 12 published novels and a host of short stories. He is a creative writing teacher and former newspaper reporter. The pic is of Oliver, who's mentioned in the poem, sitting on my lap.  R.I.P. OLIVER from all of us.

Listen to this "Suicide Awareness and Prevention' poem on World Suicide Prevention Day #WSPD by Caroline Burrows ‘#Poetry Helps: Suicide Awareness and Prevention’ by Caroline Burrows @VerseCycle for Glenside Hospital Museum, and Bristol Festival of Ideas Suicide: the act; the ideation, Even the word is often avoided, To help prevent it, let’s start a conversation. How should such a scary subject be worded? Current advice recommends being direct, So say the word ‘suicide’, be candid. Other terms can be taken out of context. Like ‘doing something silly’ or ‘having dark thoughts’, Which might minimize or mock in their subtext. One suicide survivor said she’d have been less distraught, If she’d known of the types of help that can be sought, That getting sectioned is only used as a last resort. If worried about how to give someone support, ZeroSuicideAlliance.com’s website, Has courses online that are both helpful and short. I watched three videos which gave me an insight, How to approach family, colleagues, or strangers, If I am worried and want to check they’re alright. Other things we can learn from suicide survivors, One told me after he shared his feelings with his partner, That when he reached out, it brought in help from others. Some non-verbal signs which act as indicators, Changes in sleep, low mood, rapid weight shifts, These might suggest suicidal behaviours. Pay attention if someone starts taking risks, Seems distracted, or socially withdrawn, Things at odds with their normal characteristics. Other things to look out for which might warn: The giving away of prized possessions; Anger; substance abuse; can be cause for concern. Phrases might show suicidal ideation: Someone might say they feel worthless, hopeless, A burden, or alone, with no future option. A survivor once thought putting others first was selfless, But that meant she cared for herself less and less, She said self-care’s not selfish; it’s needed for wellness. Risk factors are: a sense of helplessness; Dealing with bereavement; or unemployment; An untreated, or an active mental-health illness; Or chronic pain that doesn’t respond to treatment, Such stresses might lead to someone not knowing how To cope, or negatively affect their judgement. These signs and symptoms show commonly how Many factors affect someone’s mental well-being. By talking we can help make someone ‘safe for now’. Speak to the person, ask them how they’re feeling, Say you’ve noticed them acting differently; They don’t seem themselves; Can you help with anything? If they are experiencing difficulties, Listening shows you care, and can make a difference, When someone feels isolated with their worries. So you can provide the correct assistance, Ask if someone is thinking about suicide, To know where to go next for more guidance. One survivor felt like part of his brain lied, That his every negative thought got magnified, This was his anxiety; it had catastrophised. If someone’s having thoughts they’re trying to fight or hide, And experiencing suicidal ideation, There are organisations with whom they can confide. There’s a helpline with the Samaritans, Which can be phoned any day twenty-four seven, Their service provides someone who listens. Mind’s Infoline provides information, During office hours about services, .... Copyright © Caroline Burrows 2020.  Twitter/IG/Facebook/YouTube: @VerseCycle

Its Not Easy Being Green A Year of Trying to be Environmentally Friendly Verses 51 to 60 by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle. Enjoy

Its Not Easy Being Green A Year of Trying to be Environmentally Friendly Verses 41 to 50  by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle. Enjoy

This is the Poem REAL WOMAN by James Dean Rivera

Making a Film by Red (Angora Poets World Caffe)

Its Not Easy Being Green A Year of Trying to be Environmentally Friendly Verses 31 to 40  by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle. Enjoy

Listen to the Angora Poets World Caffe, August 9th 2020

We Want Everything: Book link: https://www.amazon.fr/Want-Everything-Moe-Seager-2016-04-11/dp/B01HC1HTIU/ref=sr_1_3?__mk_fr_FR=%C3%85M%C3%85%C5%BD%C3%95%C3%91&dchild=1&keywords=We%20Want%20Everything&qid=1596014064&sr=8-3&fbclid=IwAR1XdR_1EiARIr3DPmapvJMTqLrhkIzCOlM1bovKYGLm294MmWtyzdjoqS4

Its Not Easy Being Green A Year of Trying to be Environmentally Friendly Verses 21 to 30 by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle

Following on from his highly successful We Want Everything (2016), Paris-based Pittsburgh jazzman poet Moe Seager is back with a stunning collection of erotic poems. This edition is designed and illustrated in colour with sumptuous drawings by French artist Leïla Chaix. I wanna make Jazz to you: Book link: https://www.amazon.fr/I-Wanna-Make-Jazz-You/dp/0995622515/ref=sr_1_3?__mk_fr_FR=%C3%85M%C3%85%C5%BD%C3%95%C3%91&dchild=1&keywords=Moe%20Seager&qid=1596014254&sr=8-3&fbclid=IwAR2fPugGM5xrs32b6QiXvNc3iiqhJf2R5DUXQ06qnjboFEZlsJgo8cQsZ_E

It's easy to be seduced by Michael Ruffenberg (Angora Poets World Cafe)

Its Not Easy Being Green A Year of Trying to be Environmentally Friendly Verses 11 to 20  by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle. Enjoy

Pathos At the end of the life of each ancient Greek, they only asked one question: “Did he have passion?” Pathos, the word for passion, is now roughly translated as sorrow. Many wars and shifts in reasoning may had dulled or shifted the seasoning the first original Eros, separated from erotica, enthusiasm, even simmering the odd ducks, who crave to sit upon the great thinkers’ laps, reading their words loud to a captive audience. But accents are often changed to get ahead, books hidden, family names Anglicized, works authored by those only known by their initials; holy writings favored over romances, family duties lie waiting. People love the wrong ones; passion becomes sorrow. My love is covered in gaffa tape of pathos, shifting between one extreme to the other, caught in mid-suspension, barely breathing. My passion, I keep it hidden when the sorrows come creeping, finally letting it out of its cage in the tender moments before sleeping. http://www.carriemagnessradna.com. Hurricanes never apologize by Carrie Magness Radna Link from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Hurricanes-Never-Apologize-Carrie-Magness/dp/1950380726/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2E49K8I16RJ3Y&dchild=1&keywords=hurricanes+never+apologize&qid=1593005187&s=books&sprefix=hurricanes+never%2Cstripbooks%2C145&sr=1-1 Link from Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hurricanes-never-apologize-carrie-magness-radna/1135406094?ean=9781950380725

Ladies and Gentlemen Please enjoy The Dean of Poetry, James Dean Rivera with his poem BE THANKFUL.

Enjoy Angora Poets World Caffe July 21ST Edition.

‘It’s Not Easy Being Green: A Year of Trying to be Environmentally Friendly’ by Caroline Burrows @VerseCycle with Friends Read by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle I’ve switched to using loose-leaf tea, ‘Cos teabags sealed with glue leak micro-plastics in the sea. But my lycra leggings are made from polystyrene, And leach the same when in the washing machine. I need to try harder; it’s not easy being green. 2: Read by Paul Someone I know’s worried about Climate Breakdown, Wants to see wildlife before it’s all gone, So he’s flown on holiday to Kenya. Then I see my coffee’s shipped here from there. It’s not easy being green; There are no local coffee farmers. 3: Read by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle Milky cans of worms stir in my coffee cup. Three lattes a day over the course of a year, Release enough CO2 into the atmosphere, To fly me one-way halfway across Europe. It’s not easy being green; I’m giving lattes up. 4: Read by Kate A councillor representing the Green Party, Tells me how hard it is to go car free. But I’m still a hypocrite with only a bike, The carbon-fibre forks carbon-footprint ‘ain't light. It’s not easy being green; one day I’ll get it right. 5: Read by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle The Lancaster Global Climate Strike’s near, Approaching with chants, whistles and drums. Leading from the frontline, school kids appear, An army with signs held by dads and mums. It’s not easy being green; but these kids have done their sums. 6: Read by Jonathon Humble  https://northernjim.wordpress.com Do I buy what I need which is one loose lemon, Or the organic four pack not pesticide sprayed, On a black plastic tray wrapped in cellophane? I opt for the single fruit in this conundrum. It’s not easy being green; Did I get it right or wrong? 7: Read by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle I refuse a Climate Protest sticker, Peeled from a roll of laminated paper. Then my Turkish Delight wrapper makes me dismal, Eastern promise heads for Lancaster landfill. It’s not easy being green; this battle’s uphill. 8: Read by Chris Brown  Twitter: @ChrisBrownYoga My bovine milk comes in plastic udders, But I’ve found a nearby Morecambe dairy, Has glass bottles of free-range it delivers, From field and farm into Lancaster city. It’s not easy being green; but this was elementary. 9: Read by Caroline Burrows VerseCycle My music heroes are promoting LPs, An old way to buy the latest album, While shunning space-saving MP3s, Most vinyl’s part-made from petroleum. It’s not easy being green is a digital anthem. 10: Read by Anonymous I like a certain restaurant’s home-cook pizzas, But they’re wrapped with polystyrene excess, Next time I’ll buy a supermarket’s own brand, They’ve used cardboard, a recycling redress. It’s not easy being green; the pizza chain’s not hard to guess.

‘A Year of Trying to be Environmentally Friendly: It’s Not Easy Being Green: A Manifesto in a Sonnet’ by Caroline Burrows @VerseCycle To be environmentally friendly, Is what I propose to do for a year, Documenting my endeavors daily, In poetry that’s nowhere near Shakespeare. Wilfred Owen said poetry must be truthful, Truth is, just like you I’m a hypocrite, So, I’ll write about when I’m successful, And a weapon of mass-destruction dimwit. Can just one person make any difference? It’s worth trying to win rather than lose. I’ll ride my bike to help go the distance, Reduce, Recycle, Reuse, and Refuse. I’ll publish my progress in being greener, @VerseCycle on YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNfagvsYi3w_p-Un63KgS_A Twitter: https://twitter.com/VerseCycle Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/versecycle Facebook: VerseCycle

My Book title is WORDS RIPPED FROM A SOUL STILL BLEEDING: POEMS FOR THE FUTURE EDITION and is available at this amazon link for $11.99 U.S. as a paperback & $4.99 for Nook eBook at this link: https://www.amazon.com/Words-Ripped-Soul-Still-Bleeding/dp/1643456520/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Billy+Lamont%2C+Words+Ripped+From+A+Soul+Still+Bleeding%3A+Poems+For+The+Future+Edition&qid=1593114039&sr=8-1

Angora Poets World Cafe June 29th 2020. Enjoy.

Angora Poets World Cafe June 21st 2020. Enjoy.

In passing (no. 45 of E verses) Maybe none of us truly arrive— even at the point of death each sweet soul is still searching for closure, peace & meaning. Each one of us is the same person one is born as: the kindnesses witnessed, the failing felt, the sins committed, the lessons repeated until mastery— until passing into the Great Beyond, into the rest of the grand Universe, we fold with constellations of stars until we become stars, but our souls, our inner selves remain the same forever, no matter where we eventually end up. http://www.carriemagnessradna.com. Hurricanes never apologize by Carrie Magness Radna Link from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Hurricanes-Never-Apologize-Carrie-Magness/dp/1950380726/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2E49K8I16RJ3Y&dchild=1&keywords=hurricanes+never+apologize&qid=1593005187&s=books&sprefix=hurricanes+never%2Cstripbooks%2C145&sr=1-1 Link from Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hurricanes-never-apologize-carrie-magness-radna/1135406094?ean=9781950380725

Book showcase https://www.amazon.com/Disciples-Serpent-C-L-T-Sidney-Williams/dp/1946025348/ by Sidney Williams http://sidisalive.com @Sidney_Williams

Poem Thank You Kimberly by James Dean Rivera

Little Room by Red (Angora Poets World Caffe)

 Crossing the border We are all trapped by the curve of our signatures. Our histories are somewhat similar, even though the names and locations we come from differ... We are almost the same, but we are not the same. We are carved in complementary shapes, my skin on your skin, your skin on my skin, even when reality blows forth an autumn chill, and we are nothing more than friends, Summer dreaming is as heavy as whipped cream; our pseudo-children are golden and green, but you don’t feel the same, you don’t share the same dream, I let the sleeping kids lie. I lie to myself, making lions out of tabbies, words are the only currency I can afford, music is the only God I pray to. Could I will you to cross the border towards my side? The girls are waiting to lie down, sinking with the sun on the green. http://www.carriemagnessradna.com. Hurricanes never apologize by Carrie Magness Radna Link from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Hurricanes-Never-Apologize-Carrie-Magness/dp/1950380726/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2E49K8I16RJ3Y&dchild=1&keywords=hurricanes+never+apologize&qid=1593005187&s=books&sprefix=hurricanes+never%2Cstripbooks%2C145&sr=1-1 Link from Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hurricanes-never-apologize-carrie-magness-radna/1135406094?ean=9781950380725

Czech-English Reading sample of #WUHAN by Sophia Behal available at bit.ly/wuhanpoetry

About the book I can’t recall where the idea of a ghost solving her own murder came from, but as I continued writing, I liked the concept of getting to see what happens after you die and how people may not react in the way you hoped they would. It helped me to develop the characters in a different way to any of the other books I’ve written. I learned that imperfect characters can be better to read about, rather than unrealistic characters who do everything right all the time. The protagonist, Sarah has been slightly self-absorbed for most of her life, thinking her fiancé (Paul) is the love of her life. After she is murdered and becomes a ghost, she discovers that’s not true. The real Paul doesn’t match up to her imagined version of him. In fact, quite a few characters are hiding something, which adds to the intrigue of who the killer might be. Her behavior is young for her age in some ways, because she hasn’t had much life experience. Amazon link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07YNRH3FC Universal book link: https://books2read.com/u/38ZlPZ https://books2read.com/u/https://books2read.com/u/38ZlPZ

Paris calling. SUNDAY 8:00 Paris time. 2:00 NYC. 1:00 Chicago. Noon Oakland California. Poets, Writers, Performance Artists. From the 4 corners of our planet. All languages spoken.

Penumbra and the Cellar Door (In which my horses register the Kansas eclipse...) Pretty word, Penumbra, deserving of a poem and Cellar Door, two more together, a gift from some English teacher many many years ago when I was in third grade, she said the words and said they were so lyrical and some words, when combined had that magic beyond the meaning, it cut a pathway in my mind, though it puzzled me for years until it didn't and I understood some of what she meant. The eclipse mooned Kansas yesterday and with the cardboard eyewear I registered the slight scythe of sun, the crescent slimmer than any moon on any Arab flag, and then the word Penumbra flared around the full black moon, and grass was individualized, no longer just a pasture, but single stems dimensional. My horses grazed around me, their grass-pull squeaks the only sound, one gazed around when darkness rose among the brome, and said the equine equivalent of hmmm, went back to grazing. I may have had a rapture of the dark where I quit breathing for a moment, but it passed with the moon, and time began for me again. Thin tattered veils of clouds slid high and fast across the moonbit sun then it was whole again and so was I. Penumbra Cellar Door I prayed.

Book-showcase AIRBORNE- DO YOU DREAM OF FLYING by Timothy Trimble  My website is http://www.timothytrimble.com The best link for my books is the Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Timothy-Trimble/e/B001HCYXUS

Angora Poets World Café June 7th 2020

A Rabbits Whisper by Sophia Behal

Book-showcase DARK HOURS by Sidney Williams Website: www.sidisalive.com and info's also available on my Amazon author page. https://www.amazon.com/Sidney-Williams/e/B0044PSWOS?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_4&qid=1590937352&sr=8-4

SUNDAY MAY 31 / 20h-8 p.m. Paris time. ANGORA ¨POETS World Caffé. Poets, Writers, Singers, Flutist, hailing from Sri Lanka, Tibet, Algeria, Morocco, Egypt- Abu Dhabi, Paris, Berlin,Toronto, York U.K., NYC, New Jersey, Rockford Illinois. Pittsburgh.

My name is James Dean Rivera and I am an author and spoken word artist. I reside in Brooklyn, New York. I published a book two years ago called Words From The Heart. I live to inspire the world one moment at a time through my words of love inspiration and positivity. Here are the words to Who Am I Who am I? What am I? What can I become? What can I possibly be? What opportunities are out there? Questions on what my life can be, It's not who I am or what I can become, I already know who I am. I am a man, A man is what I am, I am a human being, A person with meaning. Who doesn't have to prove anything to anyone, Especially when it's all said and done, I don't have to prove my intelligence, Nor do I have to prove my relevance. I will always be outspoken and never bite my tongue, I will not have fear and I will not run, My ambition will always be there, For challenges I will always be prepared. I don't need to be a star for anyone to acknowledge me, Approval is not what I seek, I know what I can become and I know what I already am, I am courageous, I am ambitious, I am powerful, I am a man. Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity and support James Dean Rivera Check out my YouTube channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtLMaild3yQBAz77cySgzOQ

A poem "Embracing the Twilight Years  by Juliana Renika-Breez featured by Angora Poets World cafe

This is the poem "Stupidity" by Isabell Lorion, which is one of the Angora Poets.

The first track is called Mercury and it is from the forthcoming album Re imagining the Solar System by Ocean in a Bottle due for release on Off. Off can be found at here: https://stilll-off.bandcamp.com/

Shangri-La by Jooliana Renika-Breez Featured by Angora Poets World Cafe

SONG-POEM "Mum's the word" by Roxanne Hoffman Featuring at Angora Poets World Cafe

5 Tips on writing better Poetry by Sophia Behal

SUNDAY MAY 24. 20h-8 p.m. Paris time. ANGORA ¨POETS World Caffé. Poets, Writers, Singers, Flutist, hailing from Sri Lanka, Tibet, Algeria, Morocco, Egypt- Abu Dhabi, Paris, Berlin,Toronto, York U.K., NYC, New Jersey, Rockford Illinois. Pittsburgh. ALL INVITED to read their poetry. WOW! Angora Poets World Cafe is on!

BRAVOOO!!!Live Poetry from Andy N and Amanda Steel BRA VOOO!!! Live Poetry from Andy N and Amanda Steel

5 Steps to slam Poetry by Sophia Behal

Enjoy the song Rabbitsolo by Sophia Behal

SONG rabbit singing You are so Unforgettable

"Who Am I" Crack of dawn Essence of happiness Golden throne Bed of moss Smell of roses Silver bonds Spirit of adventure Intricate roads Needle of a compass Blooming in the garden Vines with thorns Words that umbrella pain Inner fire igniting the world Love that vanishes fear Kiss of hope Leather bound book Filled with experiences A beautiful mountain climbed Compassionate words Persona of sweetness A lover and a fighter A single tulip Amidst a million roses Unique with a mysterious look A poetic cartographer Feelings of sentiment Living only in the moment This I am! BIO Keisha Molby-Baez also known by her poet name Coco is a writer, author, veteran, curator, mother of three and a Bronx Coordinator. Keisha is the author of two self-empowering poetry books “Tears laced with Fire” and   “A little bit of Sugar”. Her poem “Seeds Planted” is published and featured in MER VOX Quarterly. Keisha’s poems are anthologized in Inside the Panic Room, United: Volume Red, BX Writers and The Revolution, of which she is a Pushcart Prize nominee. Keisha is an incredible supporter and producer of her community. She has a lovely inner light and a raw-truth style that captivates her audience. She is the creator of Coco’s Delight and dedicated to her life path of turning pain into purpose. She enjoys performing, challenging herself and empowering others. Keisha is currently working on her third book and next project.

Song SRDCE (eng. heart) by Nada Q Ver and Bun+E Nada Q ver and Bun+E are music producers from the Czech Republic. Both have been making music for over 2 decades and they both love to get together and produce/record great new songs. Enjoy

Arrival of Us It was a summer's day. I was hidden away in the grave yet helplessly. I was craving your sweet voice to stay. Time changing night into day. I wanted to fly away in an eternal way, yet I am deadly sway. I was awakening at night craving your blood your life. Counting the night change into day. I bit and took you away. In your arms we both deeply in love clearly. I was craving blood and you made me stay really. The first time i saw a summer's day I felt the  sunlight take me away. In your arms we both are decaying noiselessly. I was the killer, one night followed by the day we would forever stay. Ashes  turning into dust by day. I still feel the wind carry us away. In your arms and now gone with you eternally. As time heals both the beauty and the killer certainly. Thoughts of a Vampire written by Sophia Behal

WHO AM I??? I am Me! I am bold, beautiful & black, I was made for something more, Black is a colour of strength, Class and sophistication, I am proud to be black, For God never made a mistake, He coloured the world with my creation, The Black skin is not a badge Of shame, but rather a glorious symbol Of national Pride, This black gives me so much joy, My black is one thing that can never be taken away, Stand up and be proud of your skin! By Sebenzile Ngwenya Sebenzile was born and raised in South Africa, Soweto in the township called Meadowlands. Sebenzile is a self motivated individual who believes poetry is everywhere. Everyone has poetry in them, everyone has a story to tell. He writes poems to inspire and entertain.

Dear Ladies and Gentleman, Please listen to the song BONGO I by BUN+E Produced and Copyrighted 2016 Enjoy

The poem "The Surviver" is taken out of the book of poetry #WUHAN. Its is available as ebook and paperback at bit.ly/wuhanpoetry. And it is available as audiobook and FREE with the Kobo trial. Just google: #WUHAN audiobook Kobo and find your free sample.

This Song has been released 2019 and is available on iTunes, Spotify, Radiopublic, etc.,  The song has been written and produced by Bun+E

CALL for SUBMISSION no fee Nathan came up with this great idea... We from poetsunplugged.com Podcast are calling all artists and poets to write a poem "WHO AM I ...." and narrate it and submit the mp3 recording to poetsunplugged@usa.com WHO AM I by Nathan Who am I? I am a bird afraid to fly I'm afraid to see the skies and the trees Other birds and the bees Because the closer I get to them The more I lose him And he is who I am Who am I? You want to know So I tell you Then you look at me differently Although you feel same Who am I? Inquiring minds Cause complicated shutdowns They poke holes In boxes held together by ever changing ideas Of self and hope Who am I? To be or not to be Questions held hostage by my imperfections That repeat while I decide Who I am Who am I? They want me to be John Doe Because I am too far left Too far right But I am Who I see in the mirror Even when he does not see me back He is who I am. Who Am I Part 2: So I Scream It (So that it’s loud and clear) And although I’ve made it clear They still wonder who I am But call me brother Because of who I am American Still a strange Illusion Of confusion on Who I am Lingers in the air And normally I don’t care But I’m tired of being numb to the pain So I scream it I scream it So that it’s loud and clear Who am I? I am a magnitude of thoughts and ideas A plethora of actions turned lessons The full embodiment of hopes and dreams A walking shell full of butterflies And fears I am the height of my conscience And the breath that my choices breath Who am I? I am a fraction of what you see A thought you couldn’t have had Feelings you have yet to explore An infestation of power you cannot ignore Who am I? I’ve said it before And I’ll say it again I am Exactly who I am When I look in the mirror Even when he does not see me back He is who I am

UNDEAD POETRY  themed poetry SCI-FY  special. Thoughts of a Vampire. I AM AWAKE I am awake. A sleeping city lays beneath my feet but, now, a stranger passes. I am awake. A tasty smell of fresh blood beneath my nose lingers and gives me a fresh energy dose. I am awake. His position close to me lies. I follow him - time flies. Closely to his steps my attention ties. I am awake. As I search for a perfect place for the attack at a corner in the dark. I am awake. When everyone sleeps. No one would witness when my fang his neck pinches. I am awake. Bloods circulate. A moment to celebrate. One left for the others sake. I am! And I am awake! Read by Sean van Dutch Written by Sophia Behal

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Nathan came up with this great idea... We are calling all artists and poets to write a poem "who am I...."  and narrate it and submit the mp3 recording to poetsunplugged@usa.com

IN DAYS NOW HERE As the sun goes slowly blind As day gives way to night Does the earth bring forth works of the nocturnal kind To light As the sun goes slowly blind Do the fears of days past pervade my mind And I, finding myself more lost in my own eyes For I have become habituated to blood and cries In days bygone We lived without fear of a stray bullet From the end of a gun Or from rampant attack by armed children of night with the insatiable gullet Those who have shed the last shred of innocence The last vestige of shyness and despoil without conscience In days now gone, inhabitants of the north Could practice the religion of colonialists of the west as in the south Without apprehension Of an abrupt visitation Into the bosom of the messiah Although being the desire of every believer Messengers of death pluck in their prime By crime Those who are ripe for death and those who are not In this web of bigotry are we caught In days bygone The sound of firecrackers did not set our minds affray Back in the day The sound of fireworks did not bear a striking similitude in sound to bombs Mere sounds did not remind us of sobs This air I breathe reeks of despondency and doom For I cannot find safety even behind bolted doors of my own room The next sound may be boom! Who knows who the next victim may be It may be you, it may be me How much I envy the bliss of the numb creature For reality Being too thorny for my noble nature In this world is much cruelty I wish I could wink and make it all go away This cannot hold sway For reality does not tango to the tune of tiny tots Or even of noble thoughts How long shall one continue in battle against reality? We all lie as victims in the hard hands of insecurity If life is a stage, it is time to play our part For our dear nation is fast drifting apart If we continue to steer this chaotic course Even by faith there shall be no recourse This nation shall be as catastrophic as titanic at sea No more bloodshed, this is our plea How much I mourn the loss of days bygone In days now here, what lies the fate of the one unborn? by Yewande Adebowale

HOW LONG WILL THE SANE REMAIN? It hunts sanity like a crazed pride of desperately starved lions on hunt for prey launching veracious attack on body, bone, biscuit bone and brain at one fell swoop, but this will to live is strong; iron and stainless On the lane of the sane but for how long will the sane remain so and same? It is as biting as a score of vengeful mosquitoes on an ill mannered host; situate ever so close to green still water. It burns, passionately, like the unwelcome romance of the midday sun in the Sahara leaving in its wake, desert without green or water How long will the sane remain so and same? When change is but old wives tales by moonlight and we watch, seemingly helplessly as this fragile fetus is forcefully flushed away by a repugnant order which will not benefit swiftly from new birth The cycle is repeated again and again - conception and death like an ever constant circumference How long will the sane remain so and same? when pedal-led propaganda matter most even more so, than an actual rebirth of hope and how long will the sane remain so and same? when the sacred sea source of all is defiled for the sake of offspring’s of sect the forsaken are as countless as drops in seas A land of green and a fair flowing river makes the sane remain so and same by Yewande Adebowale

Machine Satanic mill of the seventh circle. House of monsters. Thumbscrew mechanics. Progress dragging its sack of laments. This machine is devoid of function. Old paint covers the blood and dents, smoke and fumes in acrid conspiracy. That sound you hear is its jibbering inventor, his madness a device with jagged edges and lights that cast no shadow, making noises like the dead make dying. A machine for breaking other machines. Demon’s loom. Soul press. Black factory. All humanity goes into it. Nothing comes out. by Bruce McRae BIO Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,600 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets’ (Silenced Press); ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’; (Cawing Crow Press); ‘Like As If’ (Pski’s Porch); ‘Hearsay’ (The Poet’s Haven).

Color of hope I looked over my shoulder one day over a vast vivacious field filled with people just like me on a day that the sun was dangerously high and recklessly unforgiving; sucking all moisture dry from body and brain draining strength away from marrow and bone I looked over my shoulder to behold a flag on a pole it stood high and proud flown in full mast in green and white beaten and broken too by excruciating heat wearied but refusing to be buried alive it stood so high and so proud enviably; flown in full mast in green and white against sky-blue hue The white seemed whiter with each permeating ray of the sun the green grew greener as I stayed longer, as I stared longer perturbed like an indigo-imbroglio It must be because of the yellow in the ultra-violet or the mirage caused by overexposure to bright red heat burning all moisture and sense off me sheer craziness it must be, if I can in this heat behold a rainbow out of green and white again, I see the land that is green for green is, life. How is life buried? As the drops of sweat fall across our faces again and again so also do these sun scorched tears expose every pain. As I mustered the courage to continue again on my way the image imprinted on my mind till this day remains; I see who we truly are we are the green that will continue to grow aggressively, for we are life. We are the white that will continue to glow perpetually, for we are light. I see the green I see the white, and the rainbow. by Yewande Adebowale

The Swan Did you see the swan drifting under the bridge next to Harvey’s Café, Sarah just before sunrise and Autumn tainted the skies fluting and sighing as the heaven began streaming red caked with yellow strips Did you hear the wind silhouetting half of breath over the fading light before descending without a pause as the swan slipped into the crack pushed there by the soft current baked in samurai shadows? Did you see its wings suddenly flap in a soft palatial rumble splashing water like a shower like moon briskly with an abstruse beauty opening nature’s curtains for another day with a crash instead of a half-asleep silence witnessing autumn pull away from summer. (After Mary Oliver) Bio: Andy N is the Author of four full length poetry collections, the most recent being 'the streets were all we could see' and 'the birth of autumn'. He hosts the Podcast 'Spoken Label', and co-runs further Podcast such as 'Reading in Bed', 'Comics Unity' and 'Koll, Andy N and Amanda'. He also does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle. Official website http://www.onewriterandhispc.blogspot.co.uk/ Andy N on Facebook (Official page) https://www.facebook.com/andynstorytellerpoet/ Ocean in a Bottle (ambient music) on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Ocean-in-a-bottle-802773986422467/ on band-camp https://oceaninabottle.bandcamp.com/ Podcasts Series: Spoken Label (Ongoing Podcast currently weekly or bi weekly features chats and sessions with lots of writers, artists and musicians) On Bandcamp, iTunes/Apple, Anchor, Spotify, GooglePodcasts, Pocket casts, Youtube, RadioPublic, Castbox, Overcast, Castro, Breaker Facebook group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/1640184132900821/ Reading in Bed (Monthly Podcast on Book Reviews with Amanda Steel - usually a hour long or so) on the following networks - Bandcamp, Breaker, Radiopublic, Anchor, Spotify, Youtube, Anchor, Castbox, GooglePodcasts, Overcast, Castro Facebook group -https://www.facebook.com/groups/readinginbed/

#3 and last part of our Sculpturing Series

GIGO belligerent origins of waste ablaze in bonfire spewing eternal flames of flared gas from draconian chimney rising to the heavens in soot and particles provoking acidic rainfall, yes mother earth gives gigo with reckless abandon plastic dumpling bubbles litter the seas in plethora ocean cum dumpsite of non-biodegradable decommissioning oil barrels disposed offshore drop after drop refusing to cease aquatic life depleted by milestones and yardsticks intense heat waves in their stride have come voluminous floods fill the trenches breaking down floodgates windbreaks now decertified you receive what you give the earth cries uncontrollably refusing to be comforted the seas rage without fail displaying utmost displeasure you receive what you give garbage in, garbage out By Yewande Adebowale

On The Other Side Of The Mirror All of us are running backwards into yesterday. A land of the left hand, perspective is cast free. Time and death pose prettily. Dust motes set off in a southerly direction. On the other side of the mirror is a door that must never be opened. A door like quicksilver, like a breath between the light and dark dimensions. It’s after midnight there, always, the mirror a windowpane demons peer through. They see us in our downy beds and are consumed with grievous envy.

Hello, Poets Unplugged. It’s me, the writer/sculptor Guinotte Wise with a second sculpture episode. It’s about one piece this time, a sculpture titled...Angel Tired of Avenging. I made this for the main sculpture at a solo show at The Hilliard Gallery in Kansas City. We did a postcard, featuring this piece and it sold from that postcard. The folks who bought it never saw it at the gallery. They have a dining room of glass and steel cantilevered out over a wooded area, and this angel stands at the end, facing the long table. Whoever sits at the head of the table has the angel looming behind them. Eight feet tall. Protecting them. From bad dinner guests maybe. Angel has two sets of hands. One set is involved with the chrome wings and holding her face shield which is a vintage diving suit porthole. The other is flat against the angel’s flowing robes as if to signify “I’m done with all this avenging business.” If you look closely, there’s an Uzi semiautomatic weapon partially visible in the angel’s cloak. It’s an expensive replica with a working action, so, just to be sure, I welded that shut. The barrel, too. I take a lot of guns off the street and disable them. They make great sculpture parts. The meat cleaver at the bottom finishes the sweep of her skirt material and says “I ain’t kiddin’ around, people.” Other parts include a brake tester as her WWF belt buckle. A bandolier of 50 caliber shells floats in her skirt. The wings are made of cut-up Volkswagen bumpers circa 1980. Her backpack has two jets disguised as Buell Harley mufflers. That’s it. If you ever have dinner at this guy’s house, don’t make a false move. The angel is armed. Next episode is another angel titled Magister Patronum. That means major protector more or less in Latin. And that concludes this sculpture episode, unplugged poets. Contact Sophi if you’d like to come on board with some art. ‘Bye for now. Stay safe and socially distant.

I-U=Peace Squared You abandoned me Love don’t live here anymore Devastation took its place For this I could not brace No remnants of us, not even a trace It’s as if we never were I just don’t understand Sir You turned your back Understanding was the lack No explanation Of your final destination FKF were the words you relayed All along I was getting played Like a thief in the night You became completely out of sight For my kids and I you could care less Our Family...Our Brand you made a mess I would have never imagined I must confess My downfall was your pre-meditation Sadly this became my realization Fighting back the tears From all the invested years I stood the test of time Always putting forth my last dime Chivalry was a stranger My heart was in danger No fairy-tale here Yet happily ever after was and is my claim to fame You and I We are not the same My soul you attempted to eliminate But to God I began to gravitate Adjusting to the new equation I minus you equals peace squared Peace will forever more be my addend and sum Doesn’t take rocket science You added pain Multiplied sorrow Subtracted the very essence of me The me God intended for me to be Every situation-ship Relationship too comes with a lesson and at times a cost It is the hope that you don’t find yourself lost Not knowing the very core of your own individuality The stakes are high I cannot deny Everything presented I now see was a lie Sometimes I just thought I would die This death had to occur So that my rebirth and reprogram could occur Enigmatic Mahogany Bio Born in Birmingham, Alabama, as far back as she can remember Enigmatic Mahogany has been writing poetry to express her innermost emotions. She delivered her first oral presentation as a freshman at Tennessee State University where she studied Speech Communications Theater, Radio and Television. During her time at Tennessee State University she created an event entitled XpressionZ, in which she provided a platform for all artists to express themselves in various genres. Expressing herself would turn out to be the thing Mahogany does best. Whether expressing herself through her poetic pen, via music, or hosting radio broadcasts like Lady L In The Wet Zone for WTST Radio. It was following obtaining her Bachelors Degree at Tennessee State University, that Mahogany began to fully pursue her innermost passion - poetry. XpressionZ, an online group established on Facebook, was re-birthed as a platform for artists to express themselves. After becoming more familiar with Facebook and the various venues provided for poets worldwide Mahogany began to incorporate online radio shows as part of tapping into her passion and honing in on her craft. It is during this time of exploring her abilities that various doors began to open. She found herself serving as Social Chapter President of the world recognized P.O.E.T. (People Of Extraordinary Talent) organization P.O.E.T. is one of the most elite entertainment groups in the mid-west for Spoken Word Poetry. Not only did she hold the position of Social Chapter President, but 2013 and 2014, Mahogany also worked with P.O.E.T.’s National Poetry Award Winning Radio Station as its station manager and host of the show “Inspirational XpressionZ”, which aired weekly over the web and mobile devices. The broadcast gave artists from near and far an opportunity to inspire others with their 

Poem 35. 29.3.20 SILVER LINING By H Biali A sharp blow was dealt our Civilization, it is felt in every Nation, Life as we know it has come to a virtual Halt, whether by evil machination or natural mutation, Mankind suffers losses beyond any imagination of just a few weeks ago! However, the Human Spirit rises to this occasion of Lockdown, Scarcities, Sickness and Isolation! Kindness, Community Spirit, Helpfulness and new Appreciation of simple things happen in many different locations! We pray, meditate and postulate that Gaia, with Fauna, Flora, Water and Air is with us onto Healing and Regeneration! Narrated by Sophia Behal

Hello, poets unplugged and anyone listening this is going to be something a little different...the first in what might be a series on Poets Unplugged, and an opportunity for other sculptors and artists. I’m a poet, writer, sculptor—and this episode is about sculpture. What I’m asking you to do is go to a website, and I’ll talk about each piece of ten sculptures for a few seconds not long ten-twelve seconds each l’ve got so much stuff on the site that it could take forever so I’ll just do the first ten pieces, okay? the website address is wisesculpture.com (spell wisesculpture) while you’re looking up the site, I’ll just tell you a little about my work—it’s mostly welded steel. I use anything weldable and some material that’s not—like glass, rubber, wood. And it usually happens in the process. The materials guide me. The steel tells me what to do. A dallas art magazine called me a cross between John Chamberlain and Rube Goldberg. I like that. A lot of my work looks like it’s going to do something in the next few seconds—like you maybe should get out of the way. you should be able to just google wisesculpture.com or you can put www in front of it, either way it’ll get there now when you get to the site a popup will...pop up, and you can subscribe if you want to the red car is my hot rod cruiser, 1949 ford with a 1988 mercury engine. A sculpture all in itself to us car guys. it’s like the car I had in high school a very very long time ago anyway, get that out of the way by either signing up, or clicking the X in the upper right hand corner Then you’ll see the first piece of sculpture. it’s non representational. but it’s as good a use of space as anything I’ve ever done. It’s part of a car, some chrome, part of a road sign. Click anywhere to the right of it, or on that little sign that says next. Number two is called Benelli because it uses a part of a Bennelli motorcycle. It’s a wall hanging, stainless steel, about one foot by 18 inches. next Three is a rocket ship. It’s about two feet tall. It was to be in a solo show in Kansas City but a guy walked in, saw it in a corner where I’d unloaded it, bought it on the spot for his son who was a rocket scientist in Los Angeles. Four This is called Tyke’s Gatling. All of this stuff is welded steel, most of it. This one is in a gallery in Santa Monica. Five. Blue horse and blue wagon. He’s uncomfortable on that wagon. And pissed at me for putting him there. Six. Inspired by Louise Nevelson. She’s a genius. Look her up. I Call this one monochromatic. People don’t get it. I love this one. Gallery goers don’t even look at it. Maybe they think it’s part of the HVAC. Seven Balanced investments. This was a commission for an outfit called Frontier Wealth Management and it’s in their lobby. It’s about fifteen feet long. Can you find the airport landing light? Eight Hommage a Baron Samedi. He was the new Orleans voodoo guy. About four feet tall. It has a couple of real pistols in it, what they called Saturday night specials, a necklace, an art deco lighter, an I.D. bracelet, a laudanum bottle, 30’s stuff. Nine Cutting Cane. Made from a Tupelo tree from the Louisiana bayou, and a cane cutter. And Ten A wall hanging made from auto metals and a spotlight. Hope you enjoyed the tour. Keep going—there are a lot more. Any questions, comments, use the comment form on the site—I always answer. Thanks for listening and watching. Stay safe and well.

Andy N is the Author of four full length poetry collections, the most recent being 'the streets were all we could see' and 'the birth of autumn'. He hosts the Podcast 'Spoken Label', and co-runs further Podcast such as 'Reading in Bed', 'Comics Unity' and 'Koll, Andy N and Amanda'. He also does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle. Official website http://www.onewriterandhispc.blogspot.co.uk/ Andy N on Facebook (Official page) https://www.facebook.com/andynstorytellerpoet/ Ocean in a Bottle (ambient music) on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Ocean-in-a-bottle-802773986422467/ on bandcamp https://oceaninabottle.bandcamp.com/

LUMNS Bio: I LOVE MUSIC. I am married to Music and engaged to The Bassline; I AM HERE TO MEET ALL OF YOU WHO MAKE DREAMS BECOME TRUE. Smile and Shine,,, Music only a human mind can create. Digi Hill used to be my home,,, where we define and unite digital sounds all around the globe with the intent on creating timeless music. Now I live in a Daisy. Kisses to all of You! www.facebook.com/bunnybuttons www.wix.com/bunevd/bune www.dnblovefoundation.moonfruit.com

'To The Trees' a terza rima by Caroline Burrows @VerseCycle ‘To The Trees’ a Terza Rima by Caroline Burrows @VerseCycle Cycling home, the road levels out, But rising anxiety sends Me round bends, to where there’s less doubt, To the trees I regard as friends, Who line the off-road travelled less. One branch to another extends, Leaves whisper their soothing caress, Their green sanctuary easing stress. Poet's Bio: Caroline Burrows @VerseCycle is a writer of poetry, prose: fiction and non-fiction.  Her poetry has featured on the Bristol Festival of Ideas website, and she has been published in ‘Palm-Sized Press’, the Lancaster One Minute Monologue: 2019 collection, and Cycle UK magazine.  She holds an MA in Creative Writing and regularly performs her work live.  Her work can be found on YouTube/Twitter/IG: @VerseCycle

A Secret Garden In a land said to exist. In a town suggested by faith. On a street where nobody lives – is a house that may or may not be there. And a garden of possibilities. Where grows the fruit of imagination. Where potential blossoms, rain a sweet water. A garden tended with subtlety and care. Where the bee prospers and sun lingers and none shall starve for the want of beauty By Bruce McRae

Andy N is the Author of four full length poetry collections, the most recent being 'the streets were all we could see' and 'the birth of autumn'. He hosts the Podcast 'Spoken Label', and co-runs further Podcast such as 'Reading in Bed', 'Comics Unity' and 'Koll, Andy N and Amanda'. He also does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle. Official website http://www.onewriterandhispc.blogspot.co.uk/ Andy N on Facebook (Official page) https://www.facebook.com/andynstorytellerpoet/ Ocean in a Bottle (ambient music) on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Ocean-in-a-bottle-802773986422467/ on bandcamp https://oceaninabottle.bandcamp.com/

Sophia Behal wrote this instrumental song in 2018. She is the producer of this unique peace of music. So, evryone, turn it on enjoy and listen again and again. We also aprecciate if you post our podcast into your social media stream. Please make a post like this:  We are PoetsUnplugged Podcast https://anchor.fm/PoetsUnplugged also available on www.poetsunplugged.com We offer FREE marketing for Authors, Books and Poets. Please contact me for further information at PoetsUnplugged@usa.com. Thank you, Sophi

This poem 'Weapons Down' is written by Sophia Behal. I, pointing at you soldier with my daisy. I will do it to ya. I guess daily. "Dear Sinister how hard is it to see, a wonder a flower?" "Weapons down," I say, Bloody hell, Breaking the spell. Prevent a catastrophe! Soldier after soldier, Soldiers; "one by one don't point the gun. no more pointer, Soldier!" Meanwhile at another grail "I try to point a weapon at you! the joint - a giant - daisy grew! Ha, again! For you." Yes, it's us solving the guns' matter, let a daisy be the letter. Yes, it's growing out the gun's barrel better. So, let the daisies save the days. Wherever, stop never. Don't let it be. Let a daisy save lives, daily. Enjoy the video-poem https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qI7Dw8Biqbs. And if you liked this poem check out my collection of empowering Poems and Pros-a.   The book of poetry is called #Wuhan and can be downloaded at www.bit.ly/wuhanpoetry.  Thank you very much for listening. Copyrighted 2020, all right reserved.

The rain drop © Sukanya Basu Mallik As the rain drops on my head, it cools my tensed up scalp, and trickles down my head. Descending upon my face, touching my forehead, eyelids, cheeks and chin, dry. Impoverished! It waits there till it next falls on my bosom, plum yet suckled. It follows my stomach and my womb that breeds life, and flows through my legs up to my feet. All thirsty and unfed. The little drop tries to cure my needy body’s ailments But it can’t owing to its small size, And yet it tries! It tries to feed the skin, n which many fed, it tries to quench the thirst- seldom met, until it too vanishes within the earth alike thousands of such explorers! About the author Sukanya Basu Mallik is a multi-genre author, film and book critic. Her works have been published in various journals, magazines, and anthologies nationally and internationally including Reader’s Digest,Times Of India,Sahitya Akademi Bimonthly Journal, Lucidity Int.Poetry Journal, SEAL (South East Asian Literature) festival anthologies and AIPF Int. Anthology (Austin International Poetry Festival). She has also received a number of awards; The Best Manuscript Awards for fiction & non-fiction categories (Mumbai Litofest, Literature Festival 2018)etc. Her short story ‘Healing of wounds’ has been awarded a certificate of merit by National Children’s Literature Festival led by eminent author, Ruskin Bond. Her latest releases include Mocktail and#Metoo. Her movie reviews have been published in various newspapers and journals of repute like 'Just film' magazine, Different truths,'Creation and Criticism' ISSN: 2455-9687(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal Devoted to English Language and Literature) and many more. Her research paper 'Voicing of perspective through creativity – an in-depth analysis of Devika Das’s works'. has been published by 'The Expression: An International Multidisciplinary e-Journal', ISSN: 2395-4132 (Online)| A Peer-Reviewed Journal |

People of this world Let's pray. Together we are strong. This is a poem about the coronavirus. This fact is surely not letting anyone's feelings untouched. People yes, we are worried but they already found something like a vaccine. A chines coupe was released from the hospital and lives as corona-survivers on this planet. The Poem is written by Sophia Behal. Please repost and share everywhere. Thank you. OneLove

Today we are showcasing Christopher Rosin who won two writing awards in high school and has a bachelor's degree in Communication from the University of Wisconsin-Parkside. He lives in Racine, Wisconsin, USA, with his family of four and two dogs. This is his first book: The Immortality Recipe is available on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/ChristopherRosin. Listen for a short sneak peak out of his his new book.

UNDEAD POETRY  themed poetry written by a vampire. Read by Sean van Dutch Written by S. Behal

This is a little sneak peak into my new children's book Smile Poem Feel. Take a free sneak peak to listen to excerpts of the book. Please check into www.Souphistication.Tumblr.com for information on where to purchase the audiobook, the paperback and the ePub.  Thank you & Enjoy!

Please vote for this poem on this webpage: located above the poem is a Star-rating. Please vote and rate the poem. Thank you. https://spillwords.com/nyc-lights/ In Words: NYC Lights written by: Sophia Behal The World round? Or flat as Ground? Interlaced everywhere, connected and bound. I see you - a stare, We, You & I, are supposed to be, physical energy. I see you - a star, We, You & I, are infinite glare, NYC I swear. Connects everywhere, my tear rolls around. crystal clear is my tear what’s about synergy found Eternally -in the sound. Enlightenment -we found. We, You & I, is who love I. Copyrighted 2019

soon to be released in a mini album as part of a Book Release. The Book is going to be published by mid. February, and is the second Book, Book 2 out of a  Series.  the name is ¨My Poetry: Undead Poetry¨ and the poems are written by a Vampire. - no coffin cuddliers but old bats - so called supreme beings flight the night skies and feel so much more then we even could imagine ;) This second Book of The Series is a collection of Poems written and narrated by Sean Van Dutch a Vampire. He was turned without his own consent and writing poetry is the only thing making him feel like a human again. 

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