Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

NaPoWrMo...Let's Write! - Diamante


     Let's write! A Diamante poem consists of 7 lines in an exact format:

Line 1 -  1 noun
Line 2 -  2 adjectives
Line 3 -  3 verbs
Line 4 -  2 words describing the noun, two words that are opposite
Line 5 -  3 words describing the ending noun
Line 6 -  2 verbs describing the ending noun
Line 7 -  1 noun opposite the first one


   You can write about any person, place, thing, or idea you want. If you ever wanted to write a poem, but weren't sure how to get started, this would be a great place. So...what are you waiting for? Let's write!


Saturday, March 21, 2015

3-21-15

it’s hard to believe
and convince others to hold on
when everywhere I look there is corruption dishonesty and compromise
preachers stealing and sleeping with other men’s wives
miserable families
and hungry children sitting on the church pews
people living in bondage that no one can see
the elders turn a blind eye and don’t have time to care
what would Jesus say if he were to walk into your church today
what would be your excuse when he asks “Where were you?”
because every time you ignore the hurt and pain of another
you crucify him again
we cannot continue in this way
walking in hypocrisy
coming into the sanctuary to be entertained
with no real intentions
it’s time to look up and stop playing
in case you haven’t noticed the last days are not upon us they are already here
the faithful falling away
going the way of Illuminati Babylon
prophetic words turning into crooked motivational speech
money raising and Go Fund my jet
and let me fly up and away
so what if your rent is past due
don’t ask me to help you
it’s hard to believe
when all of these things go on daily
but God hasn’t changed
He knows who belongs to Him
just make sure that you are not found outside
when the rain starts to fall
the old people used to say there will be no place to hide
so make your calling and election sure
and don’t give up
no matter what you see.


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.


Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sunday, February 24, 2013

News...


High winds and storms blow through the northeast again with no end in sight…while hundreds of people run for cover out of the path of the howling torrents, huddled in fear…the ozone layer experiences record loss and the sun will scorch the earth’s atmosphere after Japan’s ocean radiation hits 7.5, the legal limit... as the crafty photographers show off nature’s secrets… somebody please run and tell them to  hurry and take all of the pictures they can because those secrets are quickly becoming copywritten history…and somewhere else a woman can no longer swim in her pool since the city condemned it but she still has to pay the taxes … Marvin sang a song for all times, way before time ran out for him…and the music continues to play on from vinyl to 8-track to cassette to CD to Mp3…Mercy Mercy Me, The Ecology…

 

 
 

Saturday, January 26, 2013

rain...palindrome



water
pouring skies
drifting along
torrential weather
umbrellas open
yellow coats
black galoshes
spashing children laughing running
dancing puddles
today
puddles dancing
running laughing children splashing
galoshes black
coats yellow
open umbrellas
weather torrential
along drifting
skies pouring
water

Saturday, July 14, 2012

RED ZONE REVOLUTION



in honor of those who paint, write and sing
in RED, BLACK and GREEN
standing for the uprising
... insurrection and rebellion
against the atrocities of injustice committed by those who will escape unseen
putting pen to paper
and living dangerously in Real Evolutionary Determination
with weapons of ink
spilling literary bloodshed
spitting truth to the masses
the freedom fighters
willing to ride or die for what they believe
The Red Zone Revolution
is here to stay
showing the colors of life
and the order of the day

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

lost




he used ink as currency

posting bail as collateral

to free him from the prison gates

inside his mind



a broke poet

with nothing to lose

but words

a hot commodity on an open market

sold to the highest bidder



he now survives

on writing to appease

to see and be seen

caught up in the mainstream

and swept away…



chasing the paper

while losing himself in the limelight


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Day #18...poetics

word and sound
life and love
giving and receiving
connecting and separating
near and distant
alike and opposite
old and new
spirits and souls
bodies converging and complementing
minds exploding and melting
brevity and longevity
full and empty
forgiving and reliving
poetics



Wednesday, April 11, 2012

#23

i’m #23 on the list
sitting in a room filled with a curious vibe…
an eclectic group consisting of the types of men that normal women run away from
it’s a creepy crowd of various hues
awaiting the stage
among this malevolent bunch
some of them smell real bad
but everyone has something to say
their words are fire
their songs are heaven
and i’m #23 on the list
at this open mic…
where only the hour hand on the clock
moves

Thursday, July 14, 2011

poetry

poetry is love
like a summer rain watering my soul
in a dry land
making metaphors grow and caress the mountaintops with laughter
inner beauty coming to light on the printed page
lighting the dark places of my life with revelation
changing rhythms with peaks of distinction
carrying away all of my worries
one

word

at

a

time…



Monday, April 25, 2011

poets

she prefers

    to hang out with poets

because they speak her language

  hear her thoughts

and understand her ways

without knowing or having to ask

          why

she prefers

    to hang out with aging beatniks

    prodigal prophets

   and other marginal people

that most have disregarded and thrown away

without discerning the buried treasure

              that lies within...

~ from "Hairstory"

Sunday, April 17, 2011

where is my poem?

waiting for me
in the inner recesses of my mind
where no one sees
...
not even me
screaming to come out of obscurity
mystery
hidden identity
and tell its own story
no longer sworn to secrecy
and bound by metaphors
but revealing the naked truth for all to see...


~ from "Hairstory"