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We are big


your size...big  (photo by John Scully)

your size…big (photo by John Scully)

His anger is pressed against her face
The fury pins her to the wall
Her eyes see only the rage
He sits across her life
She remembers that she is big
A wide infinite space
The anger floats into obscurity
A strong gust sweeps the fury
She sees his confusion
He shrinks into a midget
The air becomes still with peace

BT

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Posted by on December 6, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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I am a believer


A man

I’ve never been here before
My breath catches
The sound races through me
Senses barely keeping up
The clock stops ticking
Words lock into rhythm
I can’t move
Then filled with rap fuel,
I eject into his sphere

My hands hold my mouth back
I know but can’t say
That I’ve touched heaven
Zapped by mighty power,
I rock with the angels
I close my eyes
that only see a man
When I know that I’ve met God

Thousands of Spirits
Jump out of dark suits
Screaming and shouting
Crying and sweating
Here we are one
We are in deep and free
He loves millions into his embrace
The music stops
I still believe

BT

 
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Posted by on July 26, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Lemn Sissay!


Lemn, a resident artist at the Southbank Center (London), is a poetic dynamite. I think he has changed my life as a poet forever. He is a great example of the healing, freeing and entertaining power of poetry. He is an embodiment of creativity (quite literally). His web page is full of goodies http://www.lemnsissay.com

Here are a couple:

 

Watch him give a poetic response to an interview question

 
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Posted by on July 25, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Why I Write – Kosal Khiev (Guest Post)


Jailed at 16 for 15 years for gang banging and then deported from the US to Cambodia. Powerful stuff. He was on BBC radio (Outlook) this morning

 

 
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Posted by on July 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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I will not forget who I am


You, Me, Glory

The country has lots its bridle

Kenyans are running wild

Votes cast can’t be found

A twilight swearing-in ceremony

inviting the darkest night

Warriors chant, mothers run

Homes burn, men die

Angry feet stampede

Today no one will meet

where teargas fills the street

 

This is not who we are

We are not animals

We know how to count

The President is not the devil

Men do not thirst for blood

Protesters do not want to bring the country down

Women are full of love

Children dream and believe

We have just forgotten who we are

 

The envious voice is smooth

One day your luck will run out

The fearful words are definitive

You will die a violent death

The defeated spirit is clear

Your man will tame you into cotton wool

The shamed opinion comes first

Let me be honest, you are a mess

The negative response is natural

It will be challenging where you are

The anxious advice is for free

You must run around to survive

 

That is not who I am

The black rain does not mean a thing

You flail about and froth in the mouth

It has nothing to do with me

A lot has been stolen and I am still rich

I have all the time I need and

Age looks beautiful on me

I am a woman with all the good things

The roof has caved in and its’ warm inside

My leg is broken and I rest my mind

I will not forget who I am

BT

 
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Posted by on May 23, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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