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Hear Some 'Unbuckled' NoHo Poetry Saturday or Read Your Own

UNBUCKLED takes place this Saturday from 3:45 p.m.-5:45 p.m. at T.U. Studios at 10943 Camarillo Street (Behind Odyssey Video) (Off Vineland) with Featured poet Cindy Weinstein.

OPEN MIC Open to Poets, Writers, Musicians, Comedians, Actors, etc.

NEW RULE: Only the first 15 people who sign-up on the list are guaranteed a spot. After that it is as time allows. 

Here's a sneak peak of some of the poetry:

By: Mary Aneeta Mann

The Rights of Mother Earth

What is a human? Who is he?

What rights does he haveOver me?

I am the earth, from sea to shining sea.

This is my land I am the earth

What rights do you haveOver me? Who gave you the right To pummel meWith mortars, shells and high artillery? Who gave you the rightTo torch my land,Pollute my air and maim my hand?

I who give you sustenance, give you everything you need, Clear skies and trees to shade you,Water to irrigate my landIn places of your choosing,Fruits and nuts and olivesAnd frankincense and myrrh,I who am your total providerWhy should you not demurTo me in all my beauty?What right do you think you haveTo destroy me?

I, I who could roll you overnto a sea of non-beingness,Why, why do you so harm meWith never a backward glance,Never a sigh for my treasures,Why do you tempt me humans,Are you not born of me?Do you not know my power?

Why do you not stand in awe of me?You who fire the mortars,That churn up my grassy knolls,And tear great chasms in my hillsides,You who fire the mortars,And you who make the shells,And you who aid and abet them,And vote for my demise,You are all, all terrorists to meYou are all, all terrorists to meFor I am the one who bore youI am your Mother,Your Mother Earth!

By: Maryam Mottahedeh

A Wonderful Snowflake

The snow flake of wonder                                                                 

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Flowing with the wind                                                                                                                       

Finds its way to my window   

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On the other side of the glass mirror                                                            

 

On a two way street                                                              

I look to find you                                                                                

There finding me                                                                               

And through my window looking in                                                   

And I into you

                                                                                                           

And I wonder                                                                                      

How far will you see into me                                                                         

And how near will I see you to me

About the fixtures you may recognize                                                                       

And those I’ll remember                                                                                

                                                                                                           

The air in each our rooms unique

And oh just how familiar might it be

Will my wonder turn into an Aha

 

I wonder what lights I’ll turn on first

Or find lit in you

And what may lay unspoken

Understood

Simply suggested

Between us

 

And now

A candle is lit

In these corridors of wonder

Flickering like stars

They do

In the eyes of a snow flake

By: Radomir Luza

Aching Arc
When the sun knocks the moon out of meAnd the grass grows on some other meadow
I follow the muse of my lightest hourTo the Autumn in the stars
And the cotton candy hillsWilling to kiss the Silver soil
Like the bear-colored mountains Do the bubble gum sky
The parade of glancing ideals and canny crevicesDoes not finish
The singular subjective orThe oblong objective
It adds to the entree of Rubber hearts and plastic souls
And the goulash of soiled swaggers and Dusty door frames.


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