2nd Annual Poetry SLAM! Recap

I had such a great time tonight at the second annual poetry slam. I was honored and humbled to be performing along-side so many great poets. I was gifted with the honor of winning "Best Poem in the under sixteen category" with my poem "The Hooves"! Along side me was the winner of the "Over Sixteen best original poem" who was awesome. He recited a poem to an urban beat about his grandmother who recently passed away. It was very touching and also amazing that he could remember such an emotional and lengthy work from memory alone. Here is us with the awesome MC who was just great.

Us together with our certificates!

And with the MC.

And my new Writer's Profile Picture for now at least.

Photos taken by my awesome dad who's work can be found here: 

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Points-North-Photography-Images-by-Frank-George-III/439457806186989

Thank you to the Sandy Public Library for hosting and the Friends of the Sandy Library for supporting and making it possible!

And remember... The words are already upon the page. All the writer must do is reveal them to the rest of the world.

2nd Annual Poetry SLAM!

Hey everyone, thank you for reading my poetry, you all are so motivating and influential for my work to flourish! I have been given the opportunity to compete in the 2nd Annual Poetry SLAM! being hosted by the Sandy Library on the 17th of this month! I will be reciting "The Hooves" for a chance to win first place in this year's competition. The library will also be publishing a book containing the poems written and recited in this year's SLAM. I have also submitted the same poem for possible publication in Sandy's East County Gazette! Thank you all again for reading, you all are what makes my work possible. And remember, the words are already upon the page. All the writer must do is reveal them to the rest of the world.

Sorrow

Sorrow
A Poem by Frank E. George IV

My heart is filled with sorrow,
But is it really my own?
Or is it something I have borrowed,
something I have never known?

Only the wind, only the rain,
Truly know why I have pain.
Only the birds, only the trees,

Know what I see.

My heart wavers as tears fall,
But are they mine to let go?
Have I truly loved and lost,
or is that something I will never know.

'Morrow I may wake to find,
pure joy and no more pain.
I may have never been left behind,
Until then, let fall, my friend, the rain.

Darkest Days, Lightest Days

Darkest Days, Lightest Days
A Poem by Frank E. George IV
In hope that all may one day see the Light.

Darkest Days, now behind,
Darkest Days, turned to light.
Darkest Days, now in sight,
Darkest Days, in the night.

Lightest Days, will take flight,
Lightest Days, into the night.
Lightest Days, now in sight,
Lightest Days, slays the night.

Dawn of Spring

Dawn of Spring
or Memory of the Tsars
by Frank E. George IV

Dawn of spring eternal and flourishing, bring unto me that memory, of a time with the sound of laughter echoed through the air, and the smell of herbs and wildflowers wafted through the manors of our success. Spring, sending forth babbling streams that flow without a care, birds nesting in the Aspen trees as the shouts of delight echo in the field. Spring, filled with frocks of white that flow with gentle ease that brings Renaissance of childhood and friendship spent in the meadows and forests by the sea. Without a care I sing of that glorious spring that through man's reckless desire for power and strength has killed. That Spring i sing of is gone, never to be seen. The singing of the birds replaced with the clamor of engines, and the laughs of maids replaced with the cries of disease and industry. The song is sung in memory, that too is nearly gone, existing in the hearts of the few who cherished the dawn of spring. Oh the dawn of spring, eternal and flourishing! Bring unto me that memory, so that again I might sing.

this was inspired by the piece Liebestraume No. 3 by Franz Liszt

The Hooves

The Hooves
A Poem by Frank George IV

Across the wintry scape did look,
My eyes, blue like crystal brook.
As mantle of fog and song of quail,
Set upon wood of Elm, so frail.

Echoed through my heart, a drone,
The sound of hooves upon quiv'ring stone,
And breeze from distant mountain peak,
Fell upon Earth's cold, pale cheek.

River danced over lifeless bone,
And wind ran over empty throne.
Echoed through my heart, a drone,
The sound of hooves upon quiv'ring stone.

Kono

A series of Haiku, for she who is fading -

Velvet of Eden,
Thou hast diminished from here,
None will see again.

Red is your sweet skin,
The night hath become thine veil,
Perfume in shadow.

You are night, then day,
You are the moon, then the sun,
Heart of Antheia.

Woven in the dusk,
Blooming in the light of Dawn,
Your secrets untold.

Your tears are the rain,
Falling to my mortal heart,
Your voice is the wind.

The woods are thine dress,
Beauty, return unto me,
Sing unto mine soul.

Tears fall from mine eye,
I am alone in this life,
without my Kono.

Sing again of Moon,
Upon the mountain, your throne,
Be with my heart.

Sing of the lilies,
Of the night in the Heavens,
Of Starlight, do sing.

Your voice be the wind,
Speak softly to me, my love,
I am here with you.

Whisper to my heart,
Stay here as I pass away,
Avalon beckons.

As I pass over,
Over water and moonlight,
Sing once more Kono.

Sing of the water,
Sing of the moonlit lilies,
Fading into dream.