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Poetry Corner: ME

                     Me
Misty blue and seeking to be true
Hard to love by ordinary ones
For they don’t see me
As a romanticist might seek to

Another dimension is my goal
Where love flows through me
Touching those most exalted
And those who only long to be

Faye Jones Majette

Poetry Corner: Faye Majette

I AM (after Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon)

I am from places and faces I have never known.

I am the hopes and fears of a farmer’s daughter.

The passion and possibility of a solider boy.

I am their offering to the future.

I am from North Carolina red clay.

It is in my bones.

I am from hard work, strong faith and

Trust in the unseen

I am from slaves and slave masters.

I am from ancestors I have never known.

In My Own Head

Poem by Davinna

Disappointment
Led to my feelings of disjointment
But my anointing phases all the pain
I am faithful and guided though im misguided with handling the pain

I looked at life as a trap
Faithful but still adapt to the devils constant breadcrumbs of the fame

He is in my head
He attacks me in my bed
Amplifying my feelings of distain

I write for truths
To give to youths
Who struggle in his name

Im crazy……not stupid
Sometimes…..I lose lucid
To fight off what it is that stains…
My brain is wired to work
To speak my worth
After a life of your never gonna be shit insane

I’m the same
Yet different
I cloak myself in difference
To be a rider in the game

One day it will all make sense
I will see over that fence
To greener pastures in his name

Until then I will crash
My behavior turned up on rash
Either your in or out
The melody is the same

I have lost friends who couldn’t see in me
Didn’t believe in me or get my walk of justice in his name
Seeing no evil of my struggles everyday

No one understands the hand of the fates
Clotho spinning
Lachesis determining places,worth and feelings…
Screw this
Atropos please give me the damn scissors so I can cut the thread

Dont want to be dead
But I fear if or when im dead
No one will get or still understand
My pain

I fall and get embarked by the dark
Slithering light
telling myself get back up to participate in this game

I climb these crystal stairs
Hoping not to break the panes

Break my ways

I break for days

I break for shade

I break in shame

To hide in when im not the same to revel in me not the same..to getting back to me being the same
I keep the pain
Hiding in my brain

But a break is necessary
I brake for necessity
A learned condition of hiding all this pain

Im an actress but you didn’t know my role existed
I guess im gifted at hiding behind all this pain
I cant run

Or hide

Or get by with the weight of this……

The questions always exist when its detrimental to my brain
I underscore pity
Leaving out the precious gifts my family gives me
Its the definition of insane

System failure
Lets reboot

“As obedient children, do not be conformed to the passions of your former ignorance”

Peter said it all
even though the knowledge is tall
I still fall to repeat the same mistakes

The missed takes of my mistakes
Leading me to wrong
The questionable
leads me to questionable in head interference

Can’t seem to clear this
Bowling spares because im unable to strike within this brain……

I know this story

I live this story

I want to change this story

And I will
I will, AMEN

 

 

Poetry Corner: Forever Present

re post from  ‘I USE TO HAVE THE BLUES’

Mortality is my reality
Built on a hereditary technicality
Forever to be carried through this adventure of living
Removal of blinds
This was designed to be my baggage to carry
So I roll with the collapse of my veins
The needle exchange and the blood taken out of me
The fight taken out of me

Dispatched
Like a knick knack
Throw this girl a bone

Inside of my head asking for forgiveness
Streaks of lightening blazing through the vessel holding my essence
It is always present
Always

24hrs a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year
Sometimes I forget as if it was an illusion
Only for it to attack crippling my nature
Destroying my confidence
Displacing my light
Allowing the dim and darkness to invade

And so I lay me down to sleep
But this hospital bed is uncomfortable,
keep clicking my caller but no one will come for you….you don’t look sick….
Fighting this biting pain as my disability continuously rolls through my veins in a never ending story

Wheezing, body seizing, pain meds hardly relieving
But my moans never escape
For I am strong, I am woman hear me roar
Or whimper, or cry, or……or…….or………sigh……

I’m so tired

glitteryDavinna is a blogger/writer who believes that your own experiences shape and make you. Check out more of her poetry on her page ‘I USE TO HAVE THE BLUES

Poetry Corner: Lessons People Taught Me ~ Elena Levon

elfotos14apr10part2-1331Poem by Elena Levon

If you want to hear the truth ~ Listen to your heart.

If you want to fly ~ Don’t be afraid to break your wings.

If you want to forgive ~ Ask for forgiveness.

If you want to be a good dancer ~ Dance with your soul, not your feet.

If you want to get to the top ~ You have to touch the bottom.

If you want to be free ~ Don’t lie to yourself.

If you want to heal ~ Cry, Laugh, Breath & Let go.

If you want to be rich ~ Help someone.

If you want to find You ~ Get lost.

If you want to learn ~ Change.

If you want to feel loved ~ Love.

If you want to be happy ~ Be.

02/07/2013 © Elena Levon

LOST ETERNITY

Time has stopped.
Crowds, chaos, voices.
So many faces,
So many echo’s
So many places.
Except one face…
Yours…
Except one echo…
Ours…
Except one place…
Eternity.
Among the crowds we are lost,
But my eyes still hope to see yours.
I search for your face in so many masks…
But they just laugh at us.
They laugh, because I will never belong to you…
I never do.
If we shall never find eternity,
I ask for only 3 things;
One Face – Yours
One Echo – Ours
One Place – Now…

12/23/2012 © Elena Levon

“Russian-Armenian-American solo Nomad. I’m a Writer, Photographer, Actress, Dancer, Model & a Dual Citizen. I have backpacked solo through Africa, lived in 8 countries and traveled to over 30, in 4 continents, before my 30th Birthday. On my journey I got to share dinners & laughs with everyone, from homeless people, to Presidents, Hollywood icons & Royalty. I walked with lions in the wild, bungee jumped into a river full of alligators, got in a fight with a female baboon, hang on the edge of the most dangerous pool in the world and jumped out of a perfectly good airplane, in the middle of one of the coldest winters in Russia.”

Commentary – Bohemian Home Journal

Elena Levon’s bio reads like an action/adventure/romance novel, which is why I  find her writing style so fascinating; sincere, soulful, soothing, insightful, earthy. Check out Elena’s blog, I  know you will enjoy her work as much as I do.

http://mselenalevontraveling.com/

August Sunday Kind of Love

Sunday Kind of Love

Featuring Gregg Shapiro & The DC Youth Slam Team

Hosted by, Sarah Browning & Katy Richey
$5 online or at the door

Gregg Shapiro is the author of the chapbook GREGG SHAPIRO: 77 (Souvenir Spoon Press, 2012) and the poetry collection Protection (Gival Press, 2008). Shapiro is also an entertainment journalist whose interviews and reviews run in a variety of regional LGBT and mainstream publications and websites.
The DC Youth Slam Team uses spoken word poetry to teach and empower teens to speak up about issues of social justice. With free weekly writing workshops, monthly open mics, poetry slams, and annual travel to regional and national competitions, the team provides training and a platform for District youth to develop their poetry and public speaking skills with guidance from mentors and peers.
Check them out on Sunday August 18, 2013 -5-7 pm- Busboys & Poets- 2021 14th St. N.W. Washington, D.C.
Co-Sponsored by Busboys and Poets & Split This Rock

For more information:
202-387-POET

Nikki Giovanni: Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

Nikki Giovanni is a world-renowned poet, writer, commentator, activist, and educator. One of the most widely read American poets, she prides herself on being “a Black American, a daughter, a mother, a professor of English.”

I first heard Nikki Giovanni when I was a sophomore in college. In those days we  listened to everything on vinyl.  ‘Ego Tripping’ was the first of her poems I listen too; and to this day is still one of many favorites from that time period. I highly recommend listening to the recorded version. The words are powerful, but to hear her say them, you’ll be blown away.

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad

I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the nile
I am a beautiful woman

I gazed on the forest and burned
out the sahara desert
with a packet of goat’s meat
and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can’t catch me

For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother’s day
My strength flows ever on

My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving name
All praises All praises
I am the one who would save

I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

I mean…I…can fly
like a bird in the sky…

Nikki Giovanni 

http://nikki-giovanni.com/ibio.shtml

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Poetry Corner: Escape

Solidarity & loneliness abound.

With four walls closing in yet never make a sound.

No exit or escape can be seen. Continue reading