Posts tagged ‘poem’
This world can be a crazy place
These are surely trying times. As such, I put my thoughts and feelings into this poem. It’s a bit abstract but not nearly as much as some of my work and may very well cause some individuals to be a bit turned off or even angered. But, how each person reacts is up to he or she and aren’t two the the major reasons for the creation of any art the ability to make people feel and the ability to make them think?
Well, here goes:
Being put out into the sky
Lies, lies, lies
And beamed back into boxes
That infect our ears and eyes
They put them to the page
Either with keyboard or pen ink
Hoping they will steal
Your ability to think
Now they have largely succeeded
This goal they have achieved
Young and old alike
Both so willingly deceived
A slavery freely chosen
They are promised material things
Either ignorant or uncaring
The “poor” living as kings
And when the truth comes out
They decry it as hate
Somehow still content
With their own decaying fate
Quite a lot of art today focuses on more than one type of media. However, it’s not that often that you may find a creative effort that uses more that two at a time. This powerful video just just that.
The poem “The Dash In Between” by Youtube member Borrowed Light And Broken String and adds in intense music as well.
Be warned, it deals with some emotional subject matter but feel free to check it out in the below video.
If you have a “freak flag”
Let it Fly
What good is denying
Who you are inside
If you look different
From all the rest
Celebrate your image
And revel in your uniqueness
Whether your skin be alabaster
Or your hair neon green
Let your true colors
Always be seen
Guest post by Clara Littleton
I am a girl, pretty and fair.
I like to wear flowers in my hair.
I care and Share with all I meet.
I worry about all the people without enough to eat.
I am a woman and think with my heart,
by this is only a very ..very small part.
Some days…. many days….
When this is me….
I want to race cars, climb mountains and play baseball.
these are the days I dread….
when the words come that I don’t like,
I don’t like them at all.
Dyke, bitch, confused and not doing my part.
Now that I think back, not so much.
The names are here no matter the garb.
Tom boy, whore
Biker bitch, tease
My long dress, they think I cover for shame.
Too long or too short,
look at those clothes. She’s such as slut.
She must be selling something, I bet it’s free.
Tits too small, or too big. They bet they’re fake
They stop and stare.
Is it my clothes, maybe my hair?
I wonder why they are still standing there.
I turn away.
I want to fight back.
I want to scream,
but these same venomous words are all that is available to me.
To label me.
Not girl enough, too much a boy.
I dance with spiders and snakes.
Sometimes they assume it’s all a fake.
Is it because I am a girl?….
To the man crying out to be allowed to feel.
This all makes my head whorl.
From the men too, pride they steal.
Rare day they dare,
To ask me, to be fair?
What label may we address?
I’m always caught so unaware.
Bo, girl, femme, masculine,
modest, outrageous, too skinny, tooo fat,
I sometimes forget where I’m at.
Lost in what I might be called,
They ask again, wanting to know it all.
I sigh, the words don’t mean a damn.
Not to me, or these people who have set me free
from these labels, schemes and plots.
They ask again, what label do you want?
Finally, I look up, filled with dread.
I feel sad and mad and wish I’d fled.
I contemplate one moment,
the words still flying free.
If you want to label me…
I remind them of civility.
Label me please but with the label I want….
Stop playing this game,
for the label YOU want.
For everyone it’s simply the same.
I just want you to ask for my name.
About the poet:
Carla is an accomplished educator and art enthusiast who also owns and operates her own artistic services and jewelry business Archaeotype Designs.
This new poem was written while on vacation in beautiful central North Carolina, I hope you enjoy it.
Unrestricted by restrictive things
In nature’s realm from all things set free
Whether dawn or eve
What else can compare
To walking with feet upon the grass
And between trees reaching for the air
Compulsions and fear
Please leave me along
Knock on someone else’s door
And pretend that I’m not home
On second thought
Please do not
Don’t burden someone else
But flee from here altogether, away from every house
This is the newest piece by Jason Greiner, the author of two poetry books and more.