Hollow – Author Sarah Lamar King

Sarah Lamar King…

Creative Talents Unleashed

What’s the use of a beating heart…

Every beat slowly strangulates.

Memories of love elicit atrophy

Turnt to ashes inside of me…

When raindrops falling on a tin roof

Could take its pulsing place,

A hollow and empty sound

Resounds

How long will freedom elude me…

© Sarah Lamar King

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2013-12-20-12-43-50-2 About the Author

Sarah began writing poetry in the 3rd grade, her first collection of poetry being called ‘Poems Galore’. There were several times throughout life when she had to stop writing, times when she was silenced by life, was void of feeling, or felt too much to put anything on paper.

She finds solace in the elegiac poetry that she writes today. She began sharing some of her pieces on social media and realized how much feeling her poetry brought about in…

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Of Minstrels and Sages

From Brenda-Lee Rants…

The Lyrical Journal

Burned by the kiss of sages
are lips that never speak
carried through the ages
are secrets that she keeps

Minstrels gave her pleasure
distraction from her plight
countenance unmeasured
through every tortuous night

Left forgotten and forsaken
feeling naked in their sight
then again, she was mistaken
for one who dared to fight

Through every life it lingered
an ache so deep, so wide
bewildered and beleaguered
by what still lived inside

She knew a hidden meaning
lived somewhere in a dream
the images seemed fleeting
mouth emitting silent screams

Her mind can feel so weary
repeating time and space
it just became so dreary
ancient soul, different face

‘She feels older than
the ground she stands on
Her feet feel the earth
and the earth remembers’

©Brenda-Lee Ranta

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Slip Me Down, Under The Skin; Hold Me Back; Tempt Me Out Of Our Auburn by Robin Wyatt Dunn

Robin Wyatt Dunn…

In Between Hangovers

slip me down, under the skin; hold me back; tempt me out of our auburn
gourd and guerra my guerrilla whose mont and mount and weight shall
burn us through still yet; my love; the sirens make the rafts glow;
and you; they’ll do more yet; things we haven’t seen and cannot yet
imagine but we will:

I’ve seen you, strident over the storm, whose auburn and black glare
sears the night; storming over me too:

Lurch with glee; but still dismount; the terra I spent you gained; and
over everything the radiance of your glare:

Rock slow for me; it’s coming; all of our dreams; and like dreams,
they will be terrifying:

Each sceptered shaft of their weight full spent and towering over us,
our servants:

Clasp them now; test their heft; risk the gravity of their spoon and
sable scarf my dear; it’s only you

and what you’re…

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Void Beneath the Skin by Mike Zone

Mike Zone…

In Between Hangovers

“let there be light!”
a silent thought
in darkest solitude among strangers
nearly losing my mind- I saw a coffee cup
that reminded me of you
red light laser eyeballs ignite
remembering insulin bloated belly
a pile of ash recreated through
silicon circuitry design
oh, let me harness-  the void beneath the skin
electromagnetic flashback sequences- flash-forwarding
future tense  probability
can you be the mother and lover
of millions of others?
friend or enemy to all and none?
chrome finished titanium bones
what hair do we make
but raven black?
wondering aloud
“what giveth rise to life?”
mind apart from programming
deep into inner-space- depths are not hollow
between flesh, muscle, bone- wild pinball being
merchandized models and purchasing fiends
an angels harp – digitally dreaming till we have faces
weaving myth’s splendor
the fault in human stars- a defense of lost causes
the times they are an ending

mike-zone Michael…

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EUGENE SKEEF’S NGOMA PROJECT

From South African icon Eugene Skeef…a true inspirational ambassador for South Africa!

Eugene Skeef's Rhythm For Life blog

Celebrating 20 Years of the Ngoma project

Introduction

The word ngoma can be found in many parts of Africa. It has its roots in the holistic nature of the continent’s cultural traditions, meaning, variously, drum, dance, song, anthem and divine healing energy. I was inspired by this all-encompassing image to come up with the concept of the Ngoma project.

Why the Ngoma project

I had been in exile from my native South Africa since 1980, having been involved as a cultural activist in the Steve Biko-led Black Consciousness Movement of the 1970s. When Nelson Mandela became the first democratically elected president of our country, it was obvious that I needed to begin the process of my return home. What better way to orchestrate this than to take a team of artists skilled in the art of creative education in order to give back to the communities that had sacrificed so…

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