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Dark Sonnet #5 (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

This is the last dark sonnet I shall write  Your lips aren't worthy of my pen's kisses I am sick of whining about our misses I reject your darkness for true light  Am I but Shakespeare's lover jaded?  He left words for me to give to you  But quite frankly, I'd rather you eat glue  Keeping your mouth of lies shut, you faded I turn my pen to a life more fruitful yielded This is the last dark sonnet I shall write Trust me, you don't want my words to fight  My heart will laugh at you as it's shielded I bid you adieu, old love, lost to the winded My mind stands strong and forever mended  
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Nobody Knows My Soul (CJ Avory - Lafayette, LA)

Nobody knows my soul how could they when   they are so quick to judge me   never knowing my deepest reflections   Nobody knows my heart that dreams such   beautiful dreams and has faced   such horrible nightmares and still I survive   Nobody knows my pain something   I hold deep inside in The Depths of Solitude   Nobody knows my soul   and sometimes I watch time pass and wonder   if it is something that   I will truly one day know   because at times I don’t even know my soul

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"SpongeBob SquarePants" by Khary Wilson (Louisiana Words Tour - Baton Rouge)

 Chary Wilson reads his poem, "SpongeBob SquarePants" for the Louisiana Words Tour at George's Place in Baton Rouge, LA.

"The Peculiar New Room" - by Nick Perere (Louisiana Words Tour - Baton Rouge)

    Nick Perere reads his poem, "The Peculiar New Room" for the Louisiana Words Tour at George's Place in Baton Rouge, LA.

Sonnet No. 47 (Nick Perere - Baton Rouge, LA)

We live in effortless echo chambers Plagued by the Algorithm Almighty Vacant and void of our pious prayers The Pendulum of Hate is swinging free. And it’s tipped by the clouded Clementine Right in front of our alert open eyes. I wish we could push past this wretched time While they’re ignoring the Unwanteds’ cries. Let’s wear the disguise of racist rich men. Walk amongst them like we are fucking free. While they’re not scared of our pigmented skin, Let’s gossip gaily and spill the spoiled tea. Just or unjust, we’re dealt a cruel fate. Write freely now, for it may be too late.