Black Ice Speaks “Who Would I Be” From ADD Poetry
A legend in the poetry game and Philadelphian native, Black Ice delivers profound truths with his dynamic and passionate bursts of rhyme and lyrical prose #BlackIce #WhoWouldIBe
Author: A. Long
Sleepless
what to do when the poet cannot sleep…so i take paper to pen and jot down notes of legend, incept a concept so perplex that it alters my perception
Who Is Not A Stranger Still
Who is not a stranger still
even after making love,
or the even the morning after?
The interlude of sleep again divides
it is clear again where one body
ends and the next begins,
Think to think at each encounter,
we will be strangers still
even after making love
and long conversation,
even after meals and showers
together
and years of touching.
(excerpt from Nikki Giovanni)
The Q.U.E.E.N’s
Here’s to my girl Janelle hookin up with Ms. Badu in her official video off the new album. If being electric and empowering isn’t poetic, then I don’t know what is!
Space
Unfamiliar spaces produce unfamiliar faces with hollow glances in foreign places
I’ve never been here
A stranger in my own mind, rewind, who let all these people in
Reverie’s latchkey
has been broken
Dreamed the tho…
Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke.
Nothing to hold it to my foot.
How shall I walk?
Barefoot?
The sharp stones, the dirt. I would
hobble.
And–
Where was I going?
Where was I going I can’t
go to now, unless hurting?
Where am I standing, if I’m
to stand still now?
The Broken Sandal by Denis Levertov
Poetry Month Kick Off!!
In celebration of poetry month, here’s to all the students who systematically trumped education to become beautifully obnoxious artists with poignantly deep yet childish comic strips in Bill Watterson’s footsteps.
i know why
I know why the caged bird sings
I know why she tries to fly with broken wings
I know why
I know why
Because deep inside
Something is hurt
Mangled
I know why the dying bird cries for love
I know why her sing rings to the heavens above
Because she knows
She will die all alone
And cold
I know why she is blind to what hope brings
I know why she is incapable of these things
Because
Because
The other birds have all abandoned her
She is not a dove or a swan
No beauty for the light to shine on
Forgotten
God, I know why but I can’t help her
Because I am also a prisoner
Refugee of my thoughts
Captive of my heart
I can never fix the mangle, mold it into something better
So I bury myself in the shade of my cage
To await death’s laughter
Because
Because
There is no love for me
beyond bars the lying stars
rain acid on my dreams
singe my feathers and burn my beak
no tweet or sing to be sung
for the lonely birdy out on her own
without a flock
I know why she calls him back
The sorrowful raven with promises of tomorrow
Longing to trust all the black parts of him
I know why, stiff and dead
She points her head to the rising sun
And waits for love
that will not come
Poetry In Motion: The Flashmob
Nigeria has had its first official flashmob! Dancing, music, and hilarious background laughter bringing people together in an airport in Lagos. What’s more poetic than that?
Farewell
Maybe on graduation day
I’ll sit there
with my last moments as a student
comforting the soul in my lap
courage will kick up in my chest
and I’ll wave good bye to this place,
The known.
I might baby step
Or barrel roll
Or nonchalantly tip my cap
to all you have made me
then stroll into the future’s night
with all the cares in the world
chalk up the deuces
and bid farewell
as I smile at my useless euphemisms
attempting not to cry
tears of apprehension
sadness
Or joy
I’ve sipped joe with the Josies
and learned from the best
for all, I am grateful
Now
onto face the rest
The Poetry Corner 