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Poetry , Video and Audio! Oh, My!

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.

Subculture Story (A poem)

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

 

Ballad of Me

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.

Unrestricted (A Poem)

This new poem was written while on vacation in beautiful central North Carolina, I hope you enjoy it.

Unrestricted

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

Nature shot by werner22brigitte

Nature shot by werner22brigitte

 

Alone (A Poem)

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.

Unobtainable (A Poem)

I was inspired to write this poem, as well as what I am calling its sister piece entitled “Everyday Beautiful,”  which will appear in another post in the not to distant future, based on life-long experiences that have recently come into play once again. Perhaps I’ll include it in my next poetry book. Please enjoy.

beautiful woman

More surreal than real

And like a dream

The essence of flawlessness

At least in visual symmetry and form

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Skin unblemished

Like a fresh, unpolluted snowfall

And eyes so mystical

With an enchanting lustrous glow

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Sweet flowing lines

From head to toe

Like the many muses

Of Newton and Unwerth

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Who is this man to her

But a speck of sand upon a beach?

Perhaps a fleeting thought gone by

But surely nothing more

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Far off in the distance

Ever out of reach

Never to be held

Unobtainable is she

Untitled poem

When it comes to the genetics of art

I have often though that I got my photographic and visual artistic talents from my mother and my writing talent from my father. However, once in a while they each impress me with the skill set I often associate with the other. This poem, written by my mother during a road trip to visit my brother living three states away, is one such example.

While it is a raw version without any edits or separation of stanzas, I thought it was quite good, especially in terms of the vivid imagery. Check it out and enjoy.

mountain highway

Untitled – A Poem by Lisa Greiner

I was in a dream one morn’

As a passenger through someone’s life.

In the distance,

through the waves of green

rose puffs of white mist to the heavens

like smoke signals from Mother Nature to the divine

a blanket of soft grays moved overhead

that gave no more mention of warmth or light

and my face was bathed in nature’s shower.

What a journey someone else’s life can be.

The day will bring perhaps more gray

more dew to my thirsting skin.

A life bursting with the newness of spring

warmth and light

a dream to end.

Tomorrow I will journey again

but not in a dream.

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