#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — A Special Friend

Keeping up with this mission of embarrassing myself with all this old poetry… this is my WordPress poetic version of posting on Instagram the horrible childhood pics on Throwback Thursday!  I hope you  find this as entertaining as I do! (and as always… feedback welcomed and appreciated)
A Special Friend
(Original post date/time: 2004-11-30 10:47:00)

Can a heart break when mere friendship dissipates?
When the warmth of conversations grows cold
When the excitement of the newness grow old
When meaningful discussion into silence slips
Lost in the imagining of the taste of lips
Hands on hips
Short day trips
Suddenly the beat of the heart grows short
As the outreach of words gains a noiseless retort
The quiet roll of a hushed panic
Making emotion erratic and manic
Softly though
Molasses slow
Letting sadness grow
Feeling overflow
The interest of one has waned
Leaving the other moving lost to be insane
But only that small insanity
Created in the mind by vanity
A knowing in the heart of worthiness of attention
Pride being not loose so that this broil will not mention
Will not say aloud
Will remain too proud
Or…
Will the hubris break?
And sense of this make
Willing to reach beyond conceit
In the middle to meet
Beyond the pride
Sharing what’s inside
The sweetest flower
Growing slowly
Moving and stirring
As the breeze moves the leaves
Quietly rustling deep within
Feeling for a special friend
Amen

 

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Can a heart break when mere friendship dissipates?
When the warmth of conversations grows cold
When the excitement of the newness grow old
When meaningful discussion into silence slips
Lost in the imagining of the taste of lips
Hands on hips
Short day trips
Suddenly the beat of the heart grows short
As the outreach of words gains a noiseless retort
The quiet roll of a hushed panic
Making emotion erratic and manic
Softly though
Molasses slow
Letting sadness grow
Feeling overflow
The interest of one has waned
Leaving the other moving lost to be insane
But only that small insanity
Created in the mind by vanity
A knowing in the heart of worthiness of attention
Pride being not loose so that this broil will not mention
Will not say aloud
Will remain too proud
Or…
Will the hubris break?
And sense of this make
Willing to reach beyond conceit
In the middle to meet
Beyond the pride
Sharing what’s inside
The sweetest flower
Growing slowly
Moving and stirring
As the breeze moves the leaves
Quietly rustling deep within
Feeling for a special friend
Amen

 

 

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SIDE NOTE… I do not remember if this poem was actually for someone or just made up based on a common situation people go through… knowing me, it was about someone in specific… he apparently wasn’t THAT special of a friend since I don’t remember now! (although to be fair, it HAS been almost 10 years! :-P)

#WBW = Write Bloody Wednesday — #13: Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

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Continuing my series on my favorite Write Bloody poets… LUCKY #13 is Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz!  …

From the Write Bloody website:
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz
Founder and host of the three-time National Poetry Slam Championship venue, NYC-Urbana, Cristin is the author of five books of poetry. She is currently a rights agent for the Artists Rights Society.

As you might have guessed with my meeting of Derrick C Brown in 2008, I was on the mailing list of Write Bloody. This is how the name Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz came to my attention. With her overtones of wit in her poems it definitely shows in her performance. Definitely one worth reading/hearing more from!

 

#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — This Kiss

So I am still just going through the posts on my livejournal in the order they come up… I apparently was in a certain mood at this time in my life… yeah…

 
This Kiss
(Original post date/time: 2004-11-29 12:49:00)

salivating
softly
sweetly
discreetly
desiring to devour
love’s kiss
like bliss
a nearly sacred sacrament
like smiling
only smoother
tongue
touching tongue
moving
in synchronized unison
a beautiful dance
the taste sublime
candy juices
soda licks
a dulcet saliva mix
soul
to soul
mouth motions
simple
yet divine
on my mind
this kiss

#WBW = Write Bloody Wednesday — #12: Karen Finneyfrock

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Continuing my series on my favorite Write Bloody poets… This week is another that I have NOT met face to face (Hey, I do like poets who I haven’t met. It happens! :-P)

From the Write Bloody website:
Karen Finneyfrock
Karen Finneyfrock is a poet, novelist and teaching artist in Seattle, WA. She is a Writer-in-Residence at Richard Hugo House in Seattle and teaches for Seattle Arts and Lectures’ Writers-in-the-Schools program. A member of four National Poetry Slam Teams, Karen has toured across the US and Canada reading poetry in bars, coffee shops, theatres and the occasional living room. Karen was honored as a “Slam Legend” at the National Poetry Slam in 2006.

I’ll be honest, Karen Finneyfrock is another like Robbie Q Telfer that has been mostly a name on a screen. I know of her more as a go to person for issues in the world of slam  and as a champion of the movement in the national community for safe spaces to perform and watch than for her poetry. She is one that after I read her insightful thoughts on poetry community issues, THEN I read/watched her work. INSTANT FANDOM. Even if you don’t agree with the pro gay lean of the poem performed in the video above, you must acknowledge the skill with which the imagery is assembled and the eery haunting quality of the calm with which Karen performs it. It’s no wonder she makes it onto my list of favorite Write Bloody poets!

#FAF = Follower Appreciation Friday — Thank you Captain Phil Morris! ^_^

This week’s follower poem recipient is:  captainphilmorris
who started following my blog 1 year ago. Thanks for your support, Captain! ^_^

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SOME OF US ARE DRAWN TO THE SEA

Can a land-locked soul ever truly understand?
A life that rides wind and waves beckons
Pirate dangers be damned
The oceans are calling
Amid the blue on blue of sea and sky
In the midst of the everything and nothing
Next to the middle of being

Play the fool stuck in the irons if you want to
Happily I will learn the secrets of the breezes
I will roll with the adventures that lead me
Lead me into the ever changing waters

Many have traveled this route
Only my story is my own as is yours
Ready to take this chance
Ready to dream this dream
Is there anything more worthwhile
Someday I will know

#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Imagine

This walk down memory lane is interesting for me… Let me know what YOU think!

 
Imagine
(Original post date/time: 2004-11-23 10:24:00)

Imagine
Bodies intertwined in time
Rhythm undulating in rhyme
And we
Are as one in this dance
This body song
Slow like a lullaby
To rock our souls to relaxation
Then more to the tempo
Moving into deeper sensations
Cries of pleasure echo
Moans and breath unchecked
Oceans from within
Evidence of one properly sexed
Spasms from within chasms
Ecstasy induced orgasms
Carrying us to the top of the max
Mutually satisfying climax
Imagine

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SIDE NOTE… I really don’t like to write sexy poetry… this is an example of why… erotic poetry always ends up sounding trite and over trying to me.

#WBW = Write Bloody Wednesday — #11: Robbie Q Telfer

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Continuing my series on my favorite Write Bloody poets…

From the Write Bloody website:

Robbie Q Telfer

Telfer lives in Chicago where he curates the Encyclopedia Show, writes the serialized blog-novel The Chronicles of Professor Fliggins, and is the Director of Performing Arts for Young Chicago Authors (YCA). He was a finalist at the National Poetry Slam in 2007.

Robbie Q Telfer is one of those people who if you pay attention to slam poetry on a national level you have at least heard his name. I don’t remember how we came to be connected online but he is one of the few people that I added to my online circle of acquaintances without having met him at least once first. Honestly, I know Robbie more for his events than for his poetry and have found him to be an alternately insightful and entertaining online friend but only have read his poetry a few times over the years. Still, good enough to put him on my list of Write Bloody favorites for this blog! His writing is witty and insightful with a fair balance of the serious just like the poet himself.

#FAF = Follower Appreciation Friday — Thank you daqueensays! ^_^

This week’s follower poem recipient is:
daqueensays  (http://thecityfrommyeyes.wordpress.com)
who started following my blog 1 year ago. Thanks Danielle for your support! ^_^

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OF ANGELS AND ROCKY SKIES

Distance brings the story that makes a life
Another day to experience

Quietly shrouded in thoughts at the days end
Until the morning when it all gets done again
Every city has its own dream
Every traveler has their own journey
Needless to say paths sometimes cross

So this is why we reach out
And look to others for their sight
Yearning to be what we desire
Solving our souls problems with wisdom

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The skies can be cold
Heaven is so high
Even the angels fled west to the sea

Crying the ocean
Intimate with spectacle
This land and water
Yearning for more

Fly free from the snow capped tips
Reaching for the bottoms of God’s feet
Only you can make this happen
Make blue for blue by your wings

Make the sun shine in your favor
Yes, even the sun bow to your will

Eyes can only see if open
Yet so many walk as if blind
Etching the sand with sticks
Seeking only their own darkness

#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Female N****s

So another from back in the day in my Thursday digging in the crates series… I never said they would all be gems and gold… I remember the situation that inspired this… ah poet drama! As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated! :-)

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Female N****s
(Original post date/time: 2004-11-23 06:02:00)

Female niggas I call “nigras”
‘Cause they be trying to live up to stereotypical stigmas
Ladies,
Ghetto
Is not
Fab-u-LOUS
Yet they
Still feel
That they MUST
Be all up in my business like what is this
Comin’ around like St. Nick on Christmas
A few even got on the mic and dissed me
Trying to shoot their little arrows of pain but oops, they missed me
I could get mad but hey why bother
I just take a deep breath and say a prayer to my Father
Because a woman who is bold about how often she be a skeeza
Is a female who obviously is in need of Jesus

#WBW = Write Bloody Wednesday — #10: Jeanann Verlee

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Continuing my series on my favorite Write Bloody poets…

From the Write Bloody website:

Jeanann Verlee

She has represented New York City three times at the National Poetry Slam at the Urbana Poetry Slam and The louderARTS Project. Verlee was the highest-scoring individual poet at the 2008 National Poetry Slam Finals, is the 2009 NYC-Urbana iWPS Champion, and represented NYC-louderARTS at the 2010 Women of the World Poetry Slam.


I have never loved someone I have never met quite as much as I love Jeanann Verlee. I was exposed to her via Myspace back in 2008 via another NYC poet who went by the name Survivor. Her poetry was (IS) a rock slide in the brain. Sometimes this was a good thing.She is one of the NYC-louderARTS poets that I connected to that year and she is definitely an example of how AMAZING those poets are! I kept up with her for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) back in April 2008 and was totally enthralled with her style and creativity. 

As if my utter respect for her as a poet wasn’t enough, I found reason to have the highest regard for her as a person as well. When the females (including transgender) gathered together online to talk about issues specific to women in poetry slam, I had the honor of being invited to be in that circle. The things that were brought up were deeply important and necessary even if they were harsh and hard to hear sometimes. In one of the deep heartfelt issues that came up Jeanann put herself and her story out there. I don’t know about anyone else but for me her bravery was a source of strength and a reason for solidarity as a fellow member of woman kind.  Sadly, if she has ever been in Phoenix or anywhere in AZ, I missed the show. Hopefully I get a chance to see her perform live someday soon!

http://ragazine.cc/2010/02/jeanann-verlee/

Image from an article: http://ragazine.cc/2010/02/jeanann-verlee/   (Click the image to see more of her poetry)

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Shouts out to this week’s new followers!
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WHEN BLACK IS MORE THAN A COLOR

Divisions are ingrained into our subconsious
Internally wired from generations of indoctrination
Visceral images haunt our souls
Inviting us to perpetuate the madness
Never seeming to realize there is another path
Even in this deep rut, we have choices

Divinity is what we all claim
Internally made from pieces of what we call God
Resting in the surity of this thought
Thinking this is all that is needed

Cluttering our minds with multiple facets of reality
Littering our souls with prideful falsehoods
Only the spirit can decipher these codes
Delving more deeply than the mind can

Twisted perceptions presented as the norm
Worm their way into our collective psyche
Even when logic tells otherwise
Never getting its proper hold
This lie that we have been told
Yet another cog in the wheel of society

This is how we define our being now
Hovering in attempts at balance
Reeling in the wasteland of ignorance
Everything can be found if one looks
Everyone can be loved if one tries

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