Online Open Mic – Call For Submissions

My Dearest Ponderbots,

We have got quite a lineup developing for the March Online Open Mic, so start getting your dancing shoes on because it’s going to be a ball!

If you were debating whether or not you should participate, let me settle the debate because the answer is: “YES!” There’s still time to send your submissions and the time is now.

See below for guidelines and I’ll see you soon!

Submission Guidelines:

1. Send your art of any kind (poems, music, drawings, paintings, videos, or any medium of creativity!). It can be of any genre or topic.

(Disclaimer: Submissions that include hate, discrimination, or inappropriate content will not be accepted).

2. Include a picture of yourself or any photo that you feel represents yourself as an artist.

3. Include any bios, links to your work, or social media sites that you would like to be shared.

4. Email your submission to Mia Savant at pondersavant@gmail.com with the subject line: Online Open Mic.

5. Follow the blog site www.pondersavant.com. If you have Facebook or Instagram follow there as well @pondersavant.

6. Spread the word! Let other artists know about the Online Open Mic by your social media sites or word of mouth!

Deadline for submission is February 29th, 2020

Okpeta, Gideon Iching – Love Starts With You

The middle of Nowhere.

When we run through green
flowered field
we left cares behind us.
The live we leave ascend as a
continual sigh
as we pretend,pretend,and
deny,deny our errs.
I am sad for a wasted attention
of the eyes,
the gold labour of the hands
without a kneaded dough for a
dozen of loaves.
I am sad for all the embraces
void of you,
why shy away when the race
of austerity is almost complete;
when it is almost going to sleep?
At times I wonder whether you
are arting a rehearsed script
or directing a season of ‘’Ogbange‘’
movie.
You get me on a moving train
eachtime I flip the page of our
good memory
yet the same knock down my
warm fuzzies.
I am sad for all the weak spots
left to be weak.
I know if it were a nightmare,
I wouldn’t
have slept in somnolence
watching my hope straggled
to dead.
I am sad for being sad;
sad for the cruel truth that was
told in whisper.
I am sad for knowing i’m not
the best,
not even among your best
but I pray that someday, I may
stand in the postion to help,
save and protect you with the
best strength i have got.


Little about the Author:

Okpeta, Gideon Iching is a emerging poet,essayist and a
technologist.He lives in Nigeria.
He’s currently a student at Akanu ibiam Federal Polytechnic,
Unwana Ebonyi State Nigeria,Where he is pursuing his
undergraduate diploma (hnd) in Electrical/Electronics engr. Tech. He
possesses great writing prowess on contemporary issues affecting the
culture of christian society,ethics and morality; which he learned by intuition and research.
Most of his poems appear at poem hunter online publishing website. Some of his poems have been accepted and awaiting publication at different journals, and magazines, and online blogs including Pondersavant.com and others.

Lynn White – Love Starts With You

Washed Away

Cool cleansing water running over me,

washing away my sins, my impurities,

Cleaning me up, getting rid of the villainy

and lack of chastity.

Absolving me.

But who’s to say they should be washed away

like the scruffiness of childhood innocence.

Who should judge these scents and tastes and sweats 

of a life cleanly and clearly remembered.

What sins, what villainy?

I wished they could remain unwashed and pure 

retaining their essence within my reach.

Hanging about me in my lived in face.

A testament to my life, an affirmation.

It didn’t take much water to remove them.

But I was already clean.

I can remember.

First published in Snapdragon “Your Wild And Precious Life”, September 2015


Survivor

I am not sure how I did it,

how I survived

a lucky chance

maybe,

but here I am

still 

standing

straight

against the wind,

the hot, hot wind

which has turned the soil

into rippling sand

the rippling sand 

of the unwashed desert.

I am not sure how I did it

and I am not sure how long

I can stay here

standing 

alone

in the rippling sand

of the unwashed desert.

First published in The Beautiful Space, August 2019


Check Out This Artist:

Lynn White

https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com 

https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

Linda M. Crate – Love Starts With You

the only home i’ll know


i learned to love myself,
but it wasn’t easy;
first i had to let go of
everything they told me i was
and learn to define myself—

i had a beauty and a power
all my own, always;
but i had to reclaim my voice and my magic

once more before i could call
myself mine—

jealous and petty mean spirited people
have mocked me all my life,
they told me i was stupid or ugly and fat;
and i believed them—

i didn’t realize there was value in being me
until a guidance counselor insisted if i were
more normal i would fit in,
and i decided then and there that i would never
strive to fit in when i was born to stand out;
that i would be proud of myself and my weird

because the only person i can ever be is me,
and since i am the only one that will always
be there for me; i need to accept myself for
my flaws and my scars and i have—

i love myself because i am the only home i’ll ever know.


remind the heart to dream


self-care isn’t always
retail therapy
or bubble baths or
isolating from the world

sometimes self-care
is letting the tears flower
like blossoms in the spring
until your soul is purged
of the heaviness it is feeling,

and sometimes it is talking to
friends and releasing all the pent up
steam you’ve been holding onto;

even a nap or a simple shower
can be an act of self-care in a world
that sometimes feels full of nightmares
sometimes its necessary to remind
the heart to dream.


learned to say no


i had to teach myself no
because it felt like a swear word
once,
and i always hated to let people down;
but i learned the hard way
you cannot please everyone and trying
only displeases everyone especially yourself—
so i stopped trying to please people,
and started doing what i could
only if i felt like helping or being or doing
was i there;
and some people got angry and some people
walked away from me
but i figure that’s the price of being authentic
to yourself
not everyone is going to understand or be there
on every leg of your journey
so you have to clap and be proud of yourself—
you cannot pour from an empty cup
so if you feel depleted,
it is okay to say no;
and if you are tired it is all right to let someone down
because life is too short to make our souls miserable—
you have to take care of yourself because
no one else will.


don’t hate myself anymore


i used to hate myself,
and wonder what she had
that i didn’t;
what made you love her and not me—

in the end, it doesn’t matter;
because i am beautiful and i have worth
all my own even if you will never recognize it

i am magical, powerful, and beautiful;
with meanings and roots deeper than the ocean—

i thought i needed you once-upon-a-time
but it turns out i only wanted you,
and i am doing better for myself now that you are gone;

sometimes the heart wants the exact opposite
of what it needs—

i am not afraid of being alone, i am not afraid of the darkness;
because i know i am strong enough to defend myself and rise
from the ashes of any death given me thanks to you.


picked myself back up and learned to love me


i love myself now
like i didn’t
then

you wouldn’t recogize me now,

but i’ve grown from that spot
where you left me to die;

there was a woman
behind the glass that grabbed my hand
she led me to a future where
you didn’t stand and showed me of sunsets
i had yet to witness and moonbeams
that yet had to sing against my skin—

so i fell in love with flowers,
the wild, and the seas all over again;
i fell in love with wise old trees
and redcapped mushrooms and orange fallen leaves

i recognized there is worth to a crow song,
and found love even for myself;

to you i may not have been worth it but i am wild
not everyone can hold a flame but the person
who can appreciate my mountains and my oceans,
my fires and my trees, my fangs and my wings;
i welcome them into my tribe

even if sometimes my only hand to grasp is my own.


Check Out This Artist:

Linda M. Crate

https://www.instagram.com/authorlindamcrate/

https://www.facebook.com/Linda-M-Crate-129813357119547

Ndaba Sibanda – Love Starts With

To Set Her Heart On Fire

to set the much-needed dialogue in motion
there had to be poetry & poetry & devotion
she didn’t mince her words at all, she hit it
she demanded & desired to see nothing short of it:
she called for an ecstatic expression of emotions
a freely & furiously lively ,lovely exhibition of yens
a river filled with an explosion of verve and verse
and that was her basis for an engagement, a discourse


The Rhythm Of Africa

Its dishes are rich in culture

Servings of fresh injera & tibs

Shiro, doro wot, what a capture

Vegies, spiced butter, meat like ribs!

Kenya ,a taste of maize meal, a taste of ugali

Menus to suit all palates, religious dietary needs

Potatoes, corn, beans, cassava, yam, pumpkins in Kigali

African music echoes across all colours, countries & creeds


Whirling In The Open In Bulawayo

Outdoors in one worthy season

Barbequed meat and all- served

Babies crying, smoke one reason

But their feasting moms unnerved

Beautiful happy souls hooked on meat

Roasted to perfection, what a delicacy

Without Afro-music the party is incomplete

Bulawayo, a fabulous food haunt and fantasy


Enchanted And Eloped

she was short and slender

her voice vivid and tender

it beamed an invisible smile

infectious even from a mile

she was a blessing to her patients

as she treated them like her parents

she told them high blood was manageable

with diet and lifestyle changes—all was doable

one day one foreign suitor charmed away the adorable

the one doctor whose services poor elders found invaluable


Artist:
A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, Ndabas poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndabas works are found or forthcoming in Page & Spine, Peeking Cat, Piker Press , SCARLET LEAF REVIEW , Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review ,Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press.

Sibandas forthcoming book Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things: Confronting Controversies ,Contradictions And Indoctrinations was considered for The 2019 Restless Book Prize for New Immigrant Writing in Nonfiction. Ndabas other forthcoming book Cabinet Meetings: Of Big And Small Preys was considered for The Graywolf Press Africa Prize 2018.
Sibandas other forthcoming books include Timbomb, Dear Dawn And Daylight, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, A Different Ballgame and The Way Forward. Ndaba blogs here: Let`s Get Cracking! – Ndaba Sibanda - WordPress.com

The Art of Depression: A Mini-Series/Artist Lineup

Hello Ponderbots! Boy, oh boy, do I have the lineup of artists for you this month!

This series will be including work from different parts of the world coming together to present their art. Each one will be reflecting different aspects and viewpoints of depression.

Keep an eye out for these artists:

anonYmous – July 15th

Kelly Berry – July 15th

Danni Blackman– July 16th

James Pompey – July 16th

Heather Pease – July 17th

Saoirse Love – July 17th

Jack Freedman – July 18th

Kaci Skiles – July 18th

Rachel Cunniffe – July 19th

Lindsey McAdams – July 19th

Jack Droppers & the Best Intentions– July 20th

Carl Scharwath/Jennifer Link – July 20th

Amirah Al Wassif – July 21st

Suman Kabiraj – July 21st

CL Bledsoe/Tony Mancus – July 22nd

Ann Privateer – July 22nd

Mark Blickley/Amy Bassin – July 23rd   

Jennifer Carr – July 23rd  

Alexandria Drouin – July 24th

Kelsey Bryan-Zwick – July 24th

Meg Smith – July 25th

David Estringel – July 25th

Dylan Newitt Allen – July 26th

Adebisi Amori – July 26th

Chella Courington – July 27th

Lauren Scharhag – July 27th

Acoustic Librarian – July 28th

Young Toledo – July 28th

Andrew Wetmore – July 29th

Kirsty Niven – July 29th

Marc Cid – July 30th

Evan Hall – July 30th   

Shannon Light – July 31st

Karly Robinson – July 31st

Calling For Submissions!

Calling For Submissions! The Art of Depression: A Mini-Series

Come, be brave and inspire others by your creativity.

I am calling for art submissions that are inspired by depression/anxiety for my upcoming mini-series. The art can be validating the struggle, challenges faced within it, hope beyond it, etc. The goal is to remind people they are not alone, and to see some beauty come out of an otherwise painful experience.

To have your work considered to be a part of this blog series, please follow the instructions below.

Submit:

  • 1 piece of artwork of any medium inspired by depression/anxiety. Poems, music, drawings, paintings, or something completely different!
  • Your contact information. If you have a website that you would like to be promoted, please send as well.

Submit to:

Submit by:

  • June 30th, 2019