2 Poems about George Floyd by Ava Tenn

George Floyd, Mural, Houston Texas

George Floyd, Our Hearts Still Wear Your Tears

George Floyd, one year
Yet, it feels like today
A knee in your neck
Left you breathless
A picture unforgettable
“I can’t breathe” 
Can’t be unheard
Mama
That word 
Touched our souls
Cried with you then
Today our hearts 
Still wear your tears
Always remembered
Never forgotten
Rest In Power
My brother
BLM

When I Place My hand In My Pocket

Now, when I place my hand in my pocket
I see the horrific picture of a knee in George Floyd’s neck
Now, when I place my hand in my pocket
I hear the words ‘I can’t breathe’

Now, when I place my hand in my pocket
My mind is flooded with the inerasable picture of the cold 
Evil and cruel death of my brother
Now, when I place my hand in my pocket
I can’t say I’ve never seen a man take his last breath

Now, when I place my hand in my pocket
I see the murder of all my black brothers and sisters 
Who are dead because of the color of their skin 
Now, when I place my hand in my pocket 
I am angry and I am sad 
I’m overwhelmed and I am mad

 Because for too long we have suffered at the minds 
And hands of hate, cruelty and injustice
And for too long, too much blood has been shed 
Too many bodies have been buried
Too much heartbreak have been endured
Too many mothers, too families have suffered

Now when I place my hand in my pocket
I feel no contentment, no peace, no comfort, and I cry
Because now when I place my hands in my pocket 
I see George Floyd a face my mind can’t erase 
And I hear the words I can’t unheard “please! I can’t breathe”
So now, I no longer place my hands in my pocket.


Twitter: @empressof


Bio: Ava Tenn is a Poet and Freelance Writer.
She believes that poetry can penetrate your heart and speak to your soul and with its balm it can change the world.
She has had publications in the Toronto Sun, Good News Toronto
and Planet Africa magazine. She enjoys learning, reading, dancing and helping people. Ava believes in prayer, peace and unity and creating awareness through words that inspires and motivates. When she is not writing poetry and articles, she’s writing songs wishing she could sing.
She resides in Toronto where she is currently working on her manuscript.






Fevers of the Mind July Themes including new *Writing Prompts*

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*Anything unless published elsewhere will be eligible for our Fevers of the Mind Print Anthologies in the future*

Themes for Fevers of the Mind July 2021

  • All ongoing themes may be listed on our front page as well.
  • Mental Health, Anxiety, Adhd, trauma, Physical Health Stresses
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white and black i love you print on brown dried leaves
  • Social Justice Poetry, #stopthehate Challenge, African American History, Equality, Black Lives Matter style poetry.
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  • Your Art, Retro Photography
brown tree painting
(c) JR Korpa
Camera, Film, Vintage, Film Camera, Old
  • Avalanches in Poetry 2: Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen
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(c) Geoffrey Wren
  • Audrey Hepburn Challenge continues. Do you have a poem/essay written inspired by Audrey Hepburn (Part of a series that’ll be including other Hollywood icons, artists & more from the past)
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(c) Maggs Vibo
Audrey Hepburn, 60'S Icon, Female Face
  • LGBTQ Matters/Pride Poetry & Art
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WRITING PROMPTS *NEW*

Watch these videos of Instrumental music. Sit down & write. What does the music inspire you to think of?

  • Miles Davis Porgy & Bess Album
  • Philip Glass – Mad Rush

Summer Romance/Summer Heartbreak

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man standing near sea

Juneteenth Morning by Maggs Vibo

Juneteenth Morning

I slept
wet, drenched, dripping
splashed into a pool of hot water
boiling
Had to feel the bubbles
rising
from the bottom
hot waterbed
head towards
‘A look’ but not the sense to know
slow dreams
(on my own) clock
stop time
not wrinkles or
Father Time, but appreciation
(these words are mine)
I’ve learned enough to know
Jack Crap
and that’s a fact
check these turning words into
Poetry…give thanks and glory
to Hughes, Angelou and Gorman
for this

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Maggs Vibo

Poem: Injustice: Can You Say Her Name? (Pouvez-vous) by David L O’Nan

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photo by Maria Oswalt (unsplash)

The Spring air hit Kentucky on just another day

The bricks lay by the fields

The cities and the horses meet

To run from the prairies to the streets.

And hooded servants like that of Ankou –

Fill up with artillery and the monsters within reach into pockets

And can’t say her name

Because to them she didn’t have a name.

The fascists jockeys that ride onto fainting thoroughbreds –

To pray surrounded by a predatorial illness

To pray-in what you want your ideal to be

To not match the ideal of thee.

Who is your God? Where does your Paraclete emerge from?

The bubbles of blood you create,

The dream of the young dissipates,

You wear the skin as the badge,

The prized buck that sits bodiless on your wall.

Le reve des jeune, elle s’appelle Breonna.  Pouvez-vous?

Cowards can you say her name?

The helicopters, the earthquakes, the fireworks,

The guns pop, and you scatter

Away like the cowards,

Hiding behind.

The fury of the streets, the siren’s beat.

Asleep in your dead skipping song

When we yell, Say her Name!

When they yell, Say her Name!

The sunshine peddles away behind your ant shaped clouds

The rest of us are mice that’ll find the cowardly lion.

The roar hiding in dresser drawers.

To peek out, to hear if you’re still being talked about

Just want it to go away, watch the ink decay on newspapers.

Every now and then

Several racing moments in your dead skipping song.

Move forward,

Backtrack to forward, stagnate

Incomplete.

Was really looking forward to the chorus that we can never get to,

Because

You can’t say her name!

You can’t say her name, You can’t say her name

A policeman arrived in the every man’s cloth.

The bloodshed, and you fall to the God

You fall to the Holy spirit, you fall and have failed at freedom.

Il sangue versato e fallisci per l’umanita

Now say her name

Ora di il suo nome

Maintenant dis son nom

Ahora di su nombre

Jetzt sag ihren Namen

Breonna

In any language

Say her name

Give her justice

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

End of Year Anthologies (print & kindle) including Avalanches in Poetry 2 Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

(c) HilLesha O’Nan

The end of the year anthologies for 2021 will be a series of smaller anthologies with a few based on themes and all considered will be published on this blog prior to consideration.

The hope for me right now is to have at least a sequel to Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen, The Best of 2021 Social Justice Poetry, Old Hollywood Poetry (including the Audrey Hepburn Challenge) with more themes to come, Mental Health & Anxiety (the basic core of what Fevers of the Mind came from) being a few of the themes. For current themes see below link from a recent post. If enough poems come in for a particular theme they will be considered for their own anthology as well.

Open Submissions Post : Current Themes outside of General Themes feversofthemind@gmail.com