Wednesday, July 31, 2013
beat poetry,
Clips,
Expressions,
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Original,
Original Poem,
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1 words I am thankful for
Queens Speech [video]
It's Media Wednesday and today I'm posting a video from one of the Expressions: Poetry At The Pub open mics. This video is from last year and I'm still getting used to seeing myself in video. More reason to get better when it comes to performing. Enjoy.
Monday, July 29, 2013
love,
Love Poem,
Original,
Original Poem,
poem,
poems,
poetry,
Poetry about love
6
words I am thankful for
Talk
I stumbled into him,
Losing my balance,
My world, upside down
For what was but
A moment but felt
Like an eternity.
In that moment,
That forever moment,
He caught her, sparing
Me bruises and cuts,
Cuts and bruises,
Setting me upright again.
I was embarassed,
I was shy,
I had two left feet
And two hands of thumbs,
Yet, through all of that,
He smiled.
Not a sympathetic smile,
One that was drenched
With pity for the
Poor, little creature
That stood before him.
It was a smile
That was sweet like
A just ripe plum
That had just lost
Its tartness.
It was a curious smile
That wanted to know more
About the creature
That stood before him.
Because of that smile,
I smiled.
Because of my smile,
He spoke.
Because he spoke,
We talked.
We talked that day
And the day after.
Ten years later,
We were still talking.
Twenty, thirty,
Forty years later,
We were still talking.
Then one day came when
We could no longer talk.
A silence descended around me
As I took my last breath.
And as the world melted away,
I heard him whisper.
"I love you, and
We will talk again."
Submitted to imaginary garden with real toads and dVerse Poets
Losing my balance,
My world, upside down
For what was but
A moment but felt
Like an eternity.
In that moment,
That forever moment,
He caught her, sparing
Me bruises and cuts,
Cuts and bruises,
Setting me upright again.
I was embarassed,
I was shy,
I had two left feet
And two hands of thumbs,
Yet, through all of that,
He smiled.
Not a sympathetic smile,
One that was drenched
With pity for the
Poor, little creature
That stood before him.
It was a smile
That was sweet like
A just ripe plum
That had just lost
Its tartness.
It was a curious smile
That wanted to know more
About the creature
That stood before him.
Because of that smile,
I smiled.
Because of my smile,
He spoke.
Because he spoke,
We talked.
We talked that day
And the day after.
Ten years later,
We were still talking.
Twenty, thirty,
Forty years later,
We were still talking.
Then one day came when
We could no longer talk.
A silence descended around me
As I took my last breath.
And as the world melted away,
I heard him whisper.
"I love you, and
We will talk again."
Submitted to imaginary garden with real toads and dVerse Poets
Friday, July 26, 2013
life,
love,
Love Poem,
marriage,
Original,
Original Poem,
poem,
poems,
poetry,
Poetry about love
4
words I am thankful for
Heat
Sunshine warming
Deeply hued skin,
A cool breeze
Licking the salty liquid
Off their brows.
He stood up tall
And released a sigh,
A "Thank you" to
A God, a deity,
A mother of nature
Who had sent this welcome
Respite from the heat.
He looked down
At her and
Spoke no words
Just conveyed his love.
He had found
Her beautiful and
She had found
Him brave and
In the time
They spent together
They found more.
They found more
Than the single
Adjective they had
Assigned to one another.
Yes, she was beautiful,
But she was also smart,
Resilient, quick witted,
Diplomatic and nurturing.
Yes, he was brave,
But he was also savvy,
Witty, good-natured,
Persuasive and bold.
In the quiet moments
Between the sun
And the moon,
A quiet love blossomed
Like an unassuming flower.
A flower that grew
From a green bud
To an extraordinary
Sight to behold,
Emitting a scent that
Coloured their world.
She looked up at him,
At first a frown
Was upon her face,
But when their eyes met,
It melted like
Ice on a hot summer day.
She did away with her tools,
As he did away with his,
And in each others' arms
They sought a cool place
To create a heat
Of their own.
A heat only
A man and a woman
Could make.
Deeply hued skin,
A cool breeze
Licking the salty liquid
Off their brows.
He stood up tall
And released a sigh,
A "Thank you" to
A God, a deity,
A mother of nature
Who had sent this welcome
Respite from the heat.
He looked down
At her and
Spoke no words
Just conveyed his love.
He had found
Her beautiful and
She had found
Him brave and
In the time
They spent together
They found more.
They found more
Than the single
Adjective they had
Assigned to one another.
Yes, she was beautiful,
But she was also smart,
Resilient, quick witted,
Diplomatic and nurturing.
Yes, he was brave,
But he was also savvy,
Witty, good-natured,
Persuasive and bold.
In the quiet moments
Between the sun
And the moon,
A quiet love blossomed
Like an unassuming flower.
A flower that grew
From a green bud
To an extraordinary
Sight to behold,
Emitting a scent that
Coloured their world.
She looked up at him,
At first a frown
Was upon her face,
But when their eyes met,
It melted like
Ice on a hot summer day.
She did away with her tools,
As he did away with his,
And in each others' arms
They sought a cool place
To create a heat
Of their own.
A heat only
A man and a woman
Could make.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Audio,
Clips,
life,
love,
Love Poem,
Original,
Original Poem,
podcast,
poem,
poems,
poetry,
Poetry about love,
spoken word
2
words I am thankful for
I Love You - Spoken Word
As promised today is media Wednesday and today I will be showcasing a spoken word piece I did earlier this year. Hope you like
To listen to more spoken word by moi, visit my SoundCloud page.
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