January 2009
Remembrance Service x
Sat, 31/01/2009 - 01:03 — Karla EllisEveryday another memory triggered,
Another way, some more of the heart ache figured.
All around, angle wings flutter
Some don't get it, leave there mouths muzzled,
They can't cope, drown there souls an guzzle,
Get ready, stand tall, join up this jig saw puzzle.
All help out clear up the muck, or before we know it, we'll end up stuck.
Living hell, and the price is high,
Stand talla, look up to the sky,
In God we trust, let him not pass us by!
For all them brave soldiers whose lives were took, where a poppy, and where it with pride!
R.I.P. To The Fallen! I'll Stand Talla! x
Sat, 31/01/2009 - 00:48 — Karla Ellis
So you think ur a big man, that wernt all part of the master plan!!
We should be healin and helpin, instead were miss placin hate again, an hurtin! Gosh ur such a joke man!!
Instead ya pointing fingers at the hommies who's mother's you rapped man!!
You spilt the salt and the suga, mixed up all the colours then held up ya hands, wot a joke man!!!
Iv lived my life to the fullst an I sure aint the dullst, so you wanna go war with me lets get hurrid!!
Before someone else gets burried!!
Oh it's to late man!!!
In Hip Hop's Defence...
Thu, 29/01/2009 - 16:03 — Nadia Gasper“…There isn’t a relationship between Hip Hop and violence, its just the misconception of what Hip Hop is that makes it appear that way. People see 50cent as the dude who got shot nine times and make a direct correlation between him and what Hip Hop is but don’t know much about those who try to promote peace and happiness….†(Frisko: 2008)
On Form #1: Fibs
Tue, 27/01/2009 - 18:45 — Ben Mellor
In order to make sure I post at least once a week I've decided to start a new series on poetic form. Each week I'll take a different form, talk about it a little, and then post my attempt at it. I would love it if people wanted to post their own attempts in the comments afterwards. And any suggestions for new forms would also be appreciated, I may run out otherwise!
A Poem for Dike
Thu, 22/01/2009 - 23:19 — Melanie DuncanEvery time I think of you I cry,
So I try not to think of you
I just look at your picture
And remember all the good times
Never before have I felt such extreme emotions
Never have I loved so deeply and wholly
Even though sometimes I could just about like you
But you were had an incredibly knack
Of being adorable
Your smile alone
Could melt an icy heart
Your truth, although necessary, never hurt
I could go from being infuriated by you
To laughing with you
Before I realised it
I loved your writing
As much as you loved mine
You made me want to write
One
Thu, 22/01/2009 - 23:17 — Melanie DuncanI want to numb the pain but the spirit of you won’t let me
You know that in my healing is my greatness
You want me to write what I feel because you told me
Through someone that you knew I would listen to
You know the gift that I have to share with the world
You have always known
That is why you always used to argue with me
To make me think
TO make me explore my thoughts
My deeper feelings, my yin and yang
You want me to connect with that place within
You have told me about this place
We believed, we came close but it wasn’t meant to be
But it was meant to be what it was
The Breakdown: Hip Hop becomes the ‘Scapegoat’
Wed, 21/01/2009 - 22:11 — Nadia GasperIs Hip Hop really to blame for the state of our youths psychological issues, decrease in spiritual awareness, misogyny, poor qualifications and ultimately, violence? Or is it being used as a sacrifice, carrying the sins of the corporate world?
The perfect man?
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 19:52 — Loreen WilliamsThe perfect man?
I see you from across the room,
Looking kinda fine
Souls connecting, eyes staring
I wonder if I should approach
Cause I wanna make you mine
Chocolate covered skin, beautiful hazel eyes
For you to be this fine
It must be a sin.
You slowly come over
And my heart skips a beat.
I can hear the rhythmic sounds,
Made by the souls of your feet.
We start talking, but I’m felling kind of shy
Conversation starts to flow, when I look into your eyes.
We go on a couple dates and we seem to get on well.
If you’re the perfect man, only time will tell.
???
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 19:51 — Loreen WilliamsI sit here thinking to myself why do i care? But the answer is i dont know you seem to have some power over me! One look in them eyes and im hypmotised! Its like you eyes are some key built to break me free you wanna know the real me but im afraid to let you see the hurt, tears, i hold inside.
Blocked by the past which i choose not to share instead i lock it up and breakdown when no ones there when im with you i feel safe and i know its where i wanna be. Youve stolen my heart but i wont let it show gotta keep that stuff on them low.
Despair
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 19:50 — Loreen WilliamsSat here fed up in despair
wanting to get some air
feeling suffocated and stuffed up
trapped in a world thats not my own
wishing i could escape but im trapped
trapped and left alone
You said you love me but u dont even care
you walked out the door with no feeling or pain
you said youd be there always and forever
its been days now and almost a week and it's like we wernt together
The pain i feel now... is you cut me like a knife
do you feel the pain or is it just me?
It's me,myself and i now so i'm gonna move on no more tears
i cry cause your already gone!
Love
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 19:49 — Loreen WilliamsI often ask myself what is love?
people tend to use it alot
but do they know what it means
love is a strong word, not to be thrown about but people still choose to do so
I know I love you though cause just looking in your eyes make me weak trembling at your feet
is this a way to escape this feeling? no cause when you love someone its real none of that fake ting
when you stroke my hair i feel like air and when you kiss my lips does real love exist like this?
until you break my heart and tear it all apart
then im left alone with a broken heart
That Guy
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 19:48 — Loreen WilliamsI saw him stood there, with his brown eyes looking fly one look and i caught his eye he had the talk, the walk the things ladies like ohhh i thought why not have a try!
He walked over we talked and exchanged numbers i dunno we just connected, little did i know he was gonna use me and pretend to love me
Maybe he just wanted sex so id just be another hole in his belt or maybe just fun until the night is done. I call him and no ANSWER he dont pick up the phone i think thats my answer when i no longer hear his tone
The Gutter
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 19:47 — Loreen WilliamsThe gutter to some is the lowest of the low, the point of no return a struggle to come back from.
The enermy lerks amoung the dark seeking who they can find to turn to there side filled with litter, rubbish,rats and doo doo.
Some use it has a hangout, somewhere to go where no one can see them! car jackers,thieves,prostitutes blocked with deception and perception feels like there in to deep in there state of mind.
I AM
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 19:47 — Loreen WilliamsAm not what anybody says
am who i want to be
am wondering what my life holds for me
am searching to find my direction
Was trapped in a place where i didnt want to be
was alone wanting someone to come and help me
was stuck wondering if i was ever going to be able to overcome this
was lost someone lonley watching in despair
Will be able to overcome this
will be stronger than i was before
will be the person i'm meant to be
will be remembered for who i was then and who i am now
Loreen Williams
Hip Hop, Sexuality and Misogyny
Thu, 15/01/2009 - 13:48 — Nadia Gasper“…boys and girls are eroticized through their exposure to negative Rap music and videos…their sexuality is being manipulated and strongly influenced by the lyrics, video images and personalities of the Rap industry- and it is an industry.†(Michael Porter, ‘Rap and the Eroticizing of Black Youth’ 2006). It seems sex has become a necessity for the lyrical content of rap music, but is this really another reason for the British youth crime?
Inside The Fourth - Chapter 10
Fri, 09/01/2009 - 19:55 — GiftI've performed no poetry since my last poetry blog, hence the silence.
I've also written no poetry, hence the silence. But I did write half a poem two months ago that I couldnt finish, until this week.
In Case of Emergency
When buses become boxes
That hide secret motives to control a nation
When buses become boxes
Where people are encouraged 2 sit next 2 each other & not notice
Communication opportunities – it may be time to stand up and ring the bell
When buses drive us not to but away from the action
When buses become trenches
Motorway Poems
Fri, 09/01/2009 - 01:47 — Martin De MelloThinking about the nature of democracy and democratic institutions, there is an argument that the two most democratic institutions in a ‘developed’ country are the telephone network and the road network. Anyone with 20p has access to the telephone network and it is essentially the same network used by everyone, regardless of wealth and social status. Unless you are housebound everyone has access to the road network, whether by car, bike or foot.
Breath
Tue, 06/01/2009 - 08:43 — Melanie DuncanThrough breath I can inhale the plan for my future,
The dreams I have yet to have,
The good things that I want
Wishes that I plan to make a reality
In the same flow of breath I can release
Those things I have grown out of
Lessons already learned
And Exhausted
People who have no further purpose
I inhale, a brighter future
With infinite possibilities
Positive people
Growth
Love
Light
Understanding
Exhale, negativity
Blockage
Deviation
Gossip
Bad habits
Insecurity
Inhale, beautiful experience
Guidance
Peace
Ideas
Creativity
Songs for my heart to sing