Phoetry | A Fusion of Photography and Poetry

Every heard of Phoetry? Okay, I'll tell you what it is.

Phoetry is a blend of Photography and Poetry.

One good way to travel down memory lane is to have a good picture in front of you. It just has this way if dishing you old smells, feelings come trailing back, then there is the tears pouring down like waterfalls though salty this time.

Black and white does that magic of playing the story over again in the mind. Its even more beautiful with emotions truly captured than those fake smiles in posed in front of a camera man.

Without much ado, we bring you that proposal to go search your photo album that best captures your down moments. We desire to share in your memory.

Poems are going to be penned by Martins Deep with special cover arts by me and published on my literary blog.

Rules:

* Ladies only!

* Pictures must be fine black and white

* Pictures must be real snap shots

of participants.

* Participants are entitled to one picture each.

* Owners of selected pictures will be notified via inbox to share briefly the story behind the pictures

* Selected poems will be posted on here i.e one pic poem daily.

Note: Gate of submission offer shuts by 9PM 16th June, 2018.

Let's tell your story flavoured with F A I T H and H O P E!

Let's put a S M I L E on your face the little way we can this June!

#Phoetry

#Pengician

#SSA

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Fiction | The Tripod Effect

THE TRIPOD EFFECT The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon" Half an hour later, just by chance a door- to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, madam. I've come to...." "Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in. "Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a speciality of babies" "That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat" After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!" "Bathtub, living room floo...

Letter To My Son

Dear Son Try to forget that nothing waits in the dark, raise your shoulder high wave off the frea and step into that lane. Won't you rather be gone in there than stay out here playing the coward? Get up now, son everyone falls. #Pengician #SSA http://bit.ly/2haEhoj

Featured Poem: Slavery In Africa - by Uwen Precious Ogban

SLAVERY IN AFRICA We believe they rowed their boats of tumults into our region; carrying with them bags of conundrums, while we drummed our drums and jollied to their, intonation. The way they dressed, the way they addressed us Made us mime to the harmony and yearns in their speeches of a dawn to civility and hale: that was a start of the course of slavery in Africa. We still thought they were our brothers, because our chiefs rolled floridly with their proposals While we were mockingly disposed of In the field, or given to bespoken tailors as apprehends; as helps; in servitude; ‘posed to carry out orders as the come in flicks. We became babies in our own motherland we became cartage of their foreign plans. We cleared our huts so that they could find comfy and build on our strengths draining our tears as they wryly whipped us on our backs. Their wisdom their prowess They used to molest And we gazed in cluelessness Cause we still didn’t see it as slavery then – but as pain, so enjoyable....

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