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.

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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

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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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