Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2016

THE RICH VS. THE POOR MENTALITY


Poor vs Rich
THE RICH VS. THE POOR MENTALITY: 44 STRIKING IDEOLOGIES OF THE POOR AND THE RICH

The poor says if I am rich
The rich says when I am rich

The poor says it has never been done before
The rich says it can be done

The poor always see a problem
The rich always see opportunities

The poor entertains fear
The rich exercise faith

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Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Let’s Have Lots of Sex

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Let’s have a lot of sex but a promising one
Let’s have a lot of sex but a feel good sex
Let’s have a lot of sex but not a feel bad sex
Let’s have a lot of sex but a win-win sex

Let’s have a lot of sex but a protected sex
Let’s have a lot of sex but a painless sex
Let’s have a lot of sex but a healthy sex
Let’s have a lot of sex but infection-free

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Thursday, November 26, 2015

Creating Your Reality

Reality Ph1


It is okay not to have iPhone, all the girls in your class has it but you enjoy your old nokia
It is okay not to leave a life of falsehood just to fit in the brotherhood
It is okay to always want to have it simple, big is expensive and carries weight
What is not okay is pretending to tag along

No trouble no fun
It is okay to be out of ideas, may be that was the idea
It is okay to wear sweat pants on J’s, yo feelin’ yourself
No one misses you while you’re lost, find yourself first
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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Living In The Past Can Be A Huge Risk

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One of the best decisions in life one can make is dealing with present reality by managing attending situations of life within contemporary means. It is often said that it is the decisions made and actions undertaken in the past that brought us where we are now. That is looking at it from a systemic angle.

With life come choices and chances. There is different between stand-up and stand-up now. You can easily recall how many times you came late to the party (delayed in taking a necessary step to achieving a portion of success). Mind you, the world comes with its surprises. Even the most gifted aren’t the most celebrated but the fortunate.  We are fortunate with a lot of things but who can discern the unfortunate circumstances of life. The designer of the universe knows better than we mortals.

For in the strength of a man, the fort of battle is built. Who will rule is in the hands of who wins the battle of life. From childhood to adulthood, we transcend from sucking milk to growing tooth. Who ever thought that cracking of bones would be much fun than growing the first lateral incisor has passed through the full cycle of eruption.om

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Canadian poet banned from poetry event over sexual assault allegations

Spoken-word poet Greg Frankson, a.k.a. Ritallin.
Torstar News Service
A well-known Toronto poet has been banned from live poetry events in three cities across the country over unspecified allegations of sexual harassment and assault contained in a grievance filed with Ottawa’s Capital Poetry Collective.

Greg Frankson, who goes by the stage name Ritallin, was kicked out of the collective, which he helped create, and banned from attending any events organized by the group after the grievance was filed against him, according to an announcement posted on the collective’s website.

Frankson is a poet and spoken-word artist working mainly in Toronto. He is a prominent figure in the local poetry community, appearing at and organizing regular slam poetry competitions. In 2007 he founded Cytopoetics, a business that provides “creative services” for organizations and heads up several regular poetry events in the city.

From 2012 to 2014 he was the house poet on CBC’s Here and Now, where he delivered poems about current affairs. In 2012, Frankson appeared as a contestant on the CBC showCanada’s Smartest Person.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Don't Rape Her! No is No

No is no, silence is still no

THE FACT DOES NOT MAKE IT RIGHT

The fact that you paid her bride price does not make it right
The fact that she denies you sex does not make it either

The fact she won’t go for your type does not make it right
The fact she dresses sexually provocative does not make it either

The fact your friends are suggesting it does not make it right
The fact she bruised your ego does not make it either

The fact she cheated on you does not make it right
The fact she wants you no more does not make it either

The fact you cannot control your urges does not make it right
The fact she is flirting with you does not make it either

The fact that she won’t report the incidence does not make it right
The fact that no one will know does not make it either

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

WE Can Stop Rape: I SEE HUMANS BUT NOT HUMANITY 'Fractured Vertebrae'

In a lost fight, she yielded in silence
Her members pierced with a dirk
Sharper than two-edged sword
She screamed, none can hear
She yelled, roll-on fear
All she sees, a world coming to an end
Beckoning her with dread
 
She wished she is like others-
That attended same performance of evil
And pretend to be whole again
Oh! If she could just fake it
Every morning, it keeps her up
Like the stamp of a searing hot iron
He melted her inner chambers
 
Life course overturned
Submersed in lost identity
Dominating her entire being-
Till the day life is interred

Monday, July 7, 2014

InspirationToday: You are Unique

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He could've made two—
Another just like you.
But, then, He took
A second thought,
And said, 'Just one would do.'

And so, for your loveliness—
Your uniqueness too—
There is no other
Quite like you.
There's just no other quite like you.

Walterrean Salley

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Never Give Up, Stay on Purpose

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When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
 
Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
 
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
 
Whe he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
 
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.


Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Stop Rape Now! Kelly's Experience

 STORIES I CANNOT TELL MYSELF

 
When I was growing up,
Mom told me I can be anything
I guess it was all tales by moonlight
Mother can you hear me? You deceived me
My first experience could have been
Yesyesyes, moremoremore
Alas, it was nonono, stopstopstop
 
Woken from the stream of sleep
I was soon endangered in a proximate trouble
I quickly resorted to voice alarm,
Realized I was evenly suffocated
In frenzied screaming, I ran my whole range
Only to be dis-empowered
As my attacker tore through my unseen pudenda
 
An untold demonstration at the evil banquet
He relayed violently across my privates
His mystic pace paralyzes my consciousness
As my strength dried up like a potsherd
My heart pounded hard and fast
My impulses turned purple
And my troubled face reddened in seconds
 
All I can muster is naught
My failing powerlessness and draining energy
I had to surrender
It was a silence massacre
Like Ox going to the slaughter
Like a stag caught in a trap
I wasn’t prepared

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Some of the Most Powerful Speeches of Maya Angelou


More than anything, Maya Angelou was known for her words. From her books to her orations, Angelou used language to stir her audiences and reach into their hearts. Here is a sampling of some of her most powerful speeches:

Presidential Inauguration Ceremony, 1993
She became the second poet in history to speak at a presidential inauguration -- after Robert Frost, who spoke at John F. Kennedy's inaugural -- when she read her poem "On the Pulse of Morning" at the swearing-in of President Bill Clinton in 1993.
 


The Children's Defense Fund National Conference, 2012
Angelou shared one of her poems as the keynote speaker at the Children's Defense Fund National Conference held in Cincinnati in July 2012.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Canadian Anne Carson wins $65,000 Griffin Poetry Prize

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Toronto-born wordsmith Anne Carson said she was surprised to win the $65,000 Griffin Poetry Prize on Thursday night for her genre-bending "Red Doc>," partly because she doesn't "really like the book" and partly because she's already won the honour and "thought it wouldn't be fair" to get it again.

"It's just not perfect," Carson -- who splits her time between New York and Ann Arbor, Mich. -- said of "Red Doc>" (Jonathan Cape, McClelland & Stewart) in an interview after landing the prize, which she also won in 2001, its inaugural year.

Asked what she doesn't like about the work -- which mixes poetry, drama and narrative -- she said: "If I knew, I'd change that. But I don't know. It's intuitive."

"I don't mean it's a bad book," added the University of Michigan professor. "I mean, I don't know if it's a good book or a bad book. I just have a vision when I start of what a thing is and sometimes it gets there and sometimes it doesn't."

The Griffin judges -- Robert Bringhurst of Canada, C.D. Wright of the U.S. and Jo Shapcott of the U.K. -- obviously felt differently, noting of "Red Doc>": "Words are rescued, morphed and slapped awake. Speech hurtles from vulgar to sublime. Everything accelerates except when a break is introduced disguised as riff, list or song and the mead is served in golden cups."

Carson said she wrote the book as a sequel to her 1998 verse novel "Autobiography of Red" on the suggestion of her husband because she "didn't have an idea for a new thing." She worked on it for 11 years, on and off, and kept rewriting it in different forms.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Top 10 Quotes From I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings By Maya Angelou


An incredible gem of her generation. She won three Grammys, spoke six languages and was the second poet in history to recite a poem at a presidential inauguration. Here is top 10 Quotes From I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings By Maya Angelou:

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.”  
 
 “Anything that works against you can also work for you once you understand the Principle of Reverse.”  
 
“Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can't take their eyes off you....see, you don't have to think about doing the right thing. If you're for the right thing, then you do it without thinking."
 
“Hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unsurprised by anything in between.”
 
“People whose history and future were threatened each day by extinction considered that it was only by divine intervention that they were able to live at all. I find it interesting that the meanest life, the poorest existence, is attributed to God's will, but as human beings become more affluent, as their living standard and style begin to ascend the material scale, God descends the scale of responsibility at a commensurate speed.”  


Legendary Poet Maya Angelou has died at age 86

Maya Angelou, a modern Renaissance woman who survived the harshest of childhoods to become a force on stage, screen, the printed page and the inaugural dais, has died. She was 86.

Her death was confirmed in a statement issued by Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she had served as a professor of American Studies since 1982.

Tall and regal, with a deep, majestic voice, Angelou defied all probability and category, becoming one of the first black women to enjoy mainstream success as an author and thriving in virtually every artistic medium. The young single mother who performed at strip clubs to earn a living later wrote and recited the most popular presidential inaugural poem in history. The childhood victim of rape wrote a million-selling memoir, befriended Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela and the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., and performed on stages around the world.

An actress, singer and dancer in the 1950s and 1960s, she broke through as an author in 1970 with "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings," which became standard (and occasionally censored) reading, and was the first of a multipart autobiography that continued through the decades. In 1993, she was a sensation reading her cautiously hopeful "On the Pulse of the Morning" at former President Bill Clinton's first inauguration. Her confident performance openly delighted Clinton and made the poem a bestseller, if not a critical favourite. For former President George W. Bush, she read another poem, "Amazing Peace," at the 2005 Christmas tree lighting ceremony at the White House.

She remained close enough to the Clintons that in 2008 she supported Hillary Rodham Clinton's candidacy over the ultimately successful run of the country's first black president, Barack Obama. But a few days before Obama's inauguration, she was clearly overjoyed.

InspirationToday: Send A Drop of Kindness

Send A Drop Of Kindness

Send a drop of kindness,
And see a happy face.
A drop of kindness goes real far,
It may even reach outer space.

Send a drop of love,
And feel a loving embrace.
It feels so good to feel like,
You are in the right place.

Send a drop of hope,
But be that shinning star.
Hope is wonderful to have,
But sometimes you can't sit away so far.

Send a drop of faith,
With a single prayer.
And God will show the way,
As faith is always there.
 
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2012