Hello, my Dear Steemers.
Poetry to the production of oral culture, when the magazine was not known, let alone the Internet. Oral culture, with poetry and song, lasted at least several tens of thousands of years. From this perspective, literature is just a tiny fragment, a peculiar novelty. For tens of thousands of years, human societies have been communicating with speech and ... memory. At the campfire, at the stove, at the banquet table, in the homeroom we talked, passed important messages. And then, spoken culture is part of our culture. But not as important as it used to be. Once, a spoken culture was the only form (not counting dance, drama or song).
Here is another day of captivating poetry created by these extraordinary people.
"The only thing that can save the world is to regain consciousness about the world. This is what poetry does."
Allen Ginsberg
I would like to say thank you to all of you who were participating in the Challenge and also those who were interested in 
The words that spoke to my heart and stirred my emotions.
THE CHRONICLES
The speech is a traveller,
yapping yarns like a weaver,
but bleeding truth and lies
we're left in daze, flowing like river,
till the moon begins it's honeymoon,
the heart is a silo,
filled with memories of pain,
memoirs of misery,
a spark of laughter dressed like doom
Our soliloquies are followed by rain,
gushing down the cheek's terrain,
we're hunted by our biography,
written by the scissors-like tongue
of this damned world,
we can't speak of lustful love,
because it's like a dagger to the soul
we've been raped by our conscience,
and left bare to burn in the sun
Our Chronicle,
is written by ours truly,
a life forlorn as the desert,
we've drank from regret's flagon,
writhing in our vomit like a viper,
choking from a sweet delicacy.
we've been undone by the things we've done,
stabbed by the swords we've forged
Our bones are flaccid with age,
but still our chronicle is yet to finish,
the tongue is hungry to wriggle,
wiggle of tales that brings penury,
to the surface of the eyes,
still, we will tell tales,
of nightingales and of stormy gales
we will tweet like egrets,
and wail like a wounded dolphins
until silence becomes king again.
https://steemit.com/poetry/@josediccus/the-chronicles-an-entry-for-poemchallenge-by-margaretwise
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###Untold###
Thousands of People turn into Ashes in a moment!
he pregnant wife could not get down from building that's why her husband didn't get down.
Four friends chatted everyday like that.
Father wants to have a baby food
Father didn't return with food
The boy still did not understand.
The twins are 1 year old.
Looking for a father in the morgue.
The corpse of two brothers is not distinguished.
After the separation, the body of a child was hugged in his chest.
Two brothers trying to save the children tried.
The child is asking the body Ma Ma (mother).
Recognizing the body of the deceased brother, the father asked son to obtain the dead body of the brother.
Allah said: "All those who die in the fire are martyred and the fire of the Hell is forbidden for the martyrs ..." Ameen
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I hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I did. I'd like to invite you to next PoemChallenge next Friday, open the wing and write my dear friends.
I hope you have enjoyed !!!
Thank you for visiting and supporting my work and those great poets who are among us. My heart always deeply appreciates your friendly words and love of poetry.
Poemchallenge rules:
How to find your poem and help to find great Steemians:
The challenge is on Friday.
Add below the tag name "poemchallenge" or add your link under the invitation to poemchallenge so I don’t loose your words.
To built bigger community of remarkable poetry please resteem the post. Thank you for your support and helping to spread the poemchallenge to find more excellent writers.
I am expecting poems on Friday and Saturday. On Sunday I accept only if they appear before giving poetic results, which I always announce in the afternoon of my time.
My time is "Currently Central European Time (CET)"
Prizes:
First place The best poem 100% upvote and resteem by me and 
second place 100% upvote by me and
Third place 100% upvote and resteem by me. 20% upvote by
Have fun my dear don't be afraid to use your imagination, try to believe in yourself and share with us your beauty from your heart. :-))
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