Save the Date: January 8, 2015...I will be the featured poet at Barrio Poetix
La Marqueta East 118 & Park Avenue, New York, NY 8 PM - 10PM
Free Open Mic! No cover
Indoors, Puerto Rican food will be available for sale by El Caldero de Nellie!
Don't be afraid of the cold...come out to play!
Sponsored by Melissa Mark-Viverito, Speaker NYC Council and Acacia Network..
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Shalom
fugue and variation
haystacks shrouded within impressionist fog
move to this
spiccato cello against the violinist’s bow
breathe here
in harmony with nature’s dance
freedom of vision on the downbeat
creating beautiful chaos
floating above an invisible melody
like colors of the spectrum
melting with increasing intensity
~Shalom
* Inspired by Dance Theatre of Harlem students improvising to jazz-Israeli music...amazing!
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I Want My Poetry to...
I want my
poetry to take you on an
unexpected journey
on a
weightless flight
where there is
no room for slow moving souls
who have no
destination
so follow me.
I want my
poetry to be your traveling companion
where the only
music playing
is the sound
of urban air rising from beneath your feet
as you listen
so dance with
me.
And when this
voyage is over
I want my
poetry to leave you
wanting to
write your own story
before the
dust settles on this path
for others to
follow
after you have
walked with me.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Today , , ,
Today . . .
I will remember you
I will open my journal
I will write about you
I will get distracted
I will write about something else
I will get bored
I will go back to writing about you
I will cry
I will get angry
I will rip the pages from my book and throw them
away
I will call you
I will let the phone ring
I will say nothing when you answer
I will hang up
I will take a walk in the rain
I will think of you
I will go back to my journal
I will write about you
I will save it this time
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Healer
this bleeding
from my weakened soul
with no
feminine products in sight
no one offers a bath
they would
rather watch me drown
as I drag
myself to touch the hem of His garment
I am invisible
to the rest of the world
who turns a
blind eye to me
reaching out
to the shadow of the Almighty
who knows my
name
and never
forgets every detail of my life
even though
the dust has covered the road
that I have
walked many times over
trying to find
relief
and He says:
“Go and be
made whole”.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
cinquain #2
I know
if I could fly
truly I would escape
to places where no one has dared
to dream…
© 2011 PoetryofMotion!
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Heart of a Woman (For Maya Angelou)
for only $1
she called to me through her book
sitting on the shelf alive waiting to be heard
what a price for such wisdom
On Monday
I heard her message
through the pages of her story
amazed and intrigued
leaving the book resting on a red pillow
not knowing that on Wednesday
she would be gone
and although we never met
I’m glad she spoke to me all the way to page 106
and I listened
Thursday, May 1, 2014
bring back our girls
bring back our girls
lives that cannot be thrown away
tossed out like garbage
like unripe fruit
picked before its time
flowers that never had a chance to bloom
bring them back
so they can flourish
they need the chance to breathe
and not inhale the foulness of old men’s breath
or feel unclean hands
and hear words not meant for their ears
bring our girls back
they are not just our future
but our present
their presence matters
to
somebody
even if
not to you
find
them
like
precious jewels in Nigerian caves of
aquamarine
emerald
amethyst
garnet
tourmaline
topaz
zircon
and sapphire
search
for them
they
are wondering
they
are waiting
hoping
praying
crying
wailing
for
someone to come to their rescue
please
Mornings
On dark
mornings
I layer my
delicate frame in silk and linen garments
that
shield me from the eyes of ravenous wolves
in sheep’s clothing
whose
predatory instincts trail the scent of fresh femininity
causing
them to commit crimes against womanhood.
With no
man to protect me from their heinous ways
As I walk through
empty alleys and streets where they lie in wait for me
I hide in the shadow of the Almighty
becoming
invisible
only
the light that surrounds me is seen
and I go
on my way without fear
knowing
that I am safe.
Friday, April 4, 2014
I Could
I could bloom here
in this concrete soil
with its steel skyline
and endless waves of people walking the pavement
going underground to get from point A to B to C
sometimes stepping on one another
without saying excuse me
making no eye contact
but connected at the root
I could get used to climbing several flights of
old stairs
crossing the street to do laundry
alongside big butt menopausal women with graying locs
people cursing each other
in front of China King
and Ma’s old stoop
watching the cat who sleeps curled up in the
barber shop window
in the afternoon sun
I could bloom here
in the cold
like a winter rose without thorns
trusting the universe to protect me
from danger
in this concrete soil
rising
Thursday, January 30, 2014
poet
sometimes i go through the motions
numb to the painful devastation
that has become my life
it’s easier to get through the day
without thinking
or feeling
they call it an emotional block
but i call it survival…
in this jungle
where I could easily become the prey
of a predator
i become invisible
speaking only when spoken to
answering when necessary
writing whenever possible
breathing through my ink
watching the world from behind paper
where no one can see me
or run from my pain
they only snap
and ask for more
i give it to them freely
because they don’t understand
that my words
are healing me
so i can live
and move on.
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