Play you noted Lyricists!
Let not your lyrics be missed!
Your silence is the frequency,
Enticed by a laced melody
Condemned in a rhythmic spell
Only time will really tell
Your lyrical harmony
Etched in life’s symphony
Oh, Hail! Or Hale! Kings of speech!
May your words reign or rain on minds inpeach
Let knowledge rule as you teach
You are to blame for the popular fiction
And the lost hip hop depiction
Your vowel movement is the mission
As they are turning to wrong station
So arise oh sons of scribes!
Let not fame be your weakening bribes
The mystery is your story is still empty
But the words to be written are plenty
I plant thee in the soil of possibility
Growing history in eternity
Let the acclaimed awaiting your spark, put page to flame, Illuminating the shame where…
Daddy I am cold
The blankets of mommy’s words can’t warm me up
The millions of goosebumps on my skin
Each a minute thinking of where you went
Why can’t I find comfort?
Daddy I’m chilly
The fire of passion I have to find you can’t warm me up
The chills going down my spine
Each a thought of what you might sound like if you said my name
Why can’t I find comfort?
Daddy I’m bleak
The space heater of support from my peers and family can’t warm me up
The many breaths I have taken of frigid air
Each a moment I thought I should waste my oxygen on asking mommy if I could see you
Why can’t I find comfort?
Daddy I’m frosty
The warm hot chocolate of other boys’ attention can’t warm me up The hundreds…
remembering the very first time
when you held my hand
when you locked me in your arms
the way I fell in love with your smile
the moment I heard you laugh, I knew
I could travel a million miles to hear your voice
to see the sparkling eyes
to admire your presence
to look at you and tell you that you are my pride
you are my strength and you are me weakness
you are my life and you are my whole world
We had the beginning of something so beautiful
even though nothing remained the same
I am not feeling hollow
I hold you in my heart, as I go on
somethings don’t change with time,
you won’t change for my eyes
my love won’t change
my prayers won’t change I don’t miss…
Pangs of conscience, willows of contrition.
Gilded lilies of guilt.
Reprimanded into submission.
To seek the words I cannot allow myself to say.
To relinquish into your soul…
the gifts I cannot give.
These, these, are just simple plots.
Veiled hand me downs,
and all too familiar way to live.
When you cry my pain,
or
shower my thorns with love.
There is an unkind peace.
There is an ill fitting glove.
But it is right here, at this forever gone
moment in our time.
That I must rise above.
Leave shallow…behind.
In eternity…your charity in me beckons the corners of my mind.
For eternity…your charity in me will beckon the corners of my mind.
Ruth Bowley/Randomwordbyruth.com/4/2016
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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three…
Some say don’t blame them they’re just pillars of the community,
Just prominent leaders who speaks up for them,
But others say that don’t mean nothing to them,
That’s a cult, pillar of the community is a new form of highway robbery,
Question then being, who are you investing in?
When you fall short, who then can you depen?
Everyone nowadays are just out for self, they’ll reach the top if only they’ll play their cards right out of the hands they’ve been dealt,
While others on the other hand, lag behind, they’ll stay in the back drop helping others along teaching them how to rise, grind then watch them shine*
With all that being said tell me what thanks do you get? When you got bullets coming down through your town like a rain shower, who you suppose…
Evergreen forests mildly sway
Afternoon music speaks a drifting page.
The souls of his parents declare disdain
The voices bend to swift decay.
He packed his bags and went
Without a care for the life behind
Following a paper road map
Written with his piece of mind.
Head west, head west.
As the sun sat muttering.
What’s next, what’s next?
Moon’s eclipsed hovering
Onward, he moves with warmth
Turning keys to unravel doors.
His eyes, stationary
Under the shaded valley
Of conformed tourists.
Has the dream begun?
He digs to the back of wisdom
Way back where the war on war is won.
See the symptoms of a moonstruck victim.
One evening he confronted a perplexed entity.
And instead of hiding in the green, dusty tent,
He followed her through the forest without fear.
And she brought him through.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
To feel that they can do more than just watch television and be passive to the world around them.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
For about three years
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Robert Frost
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I’ve had a good response from my poem and want to share it with others, getting it performed by a professional actor would make it more accessible for people.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I’ve written short stories in the past but find poetry easy as it help me to communicate my thoughts and ideas better.
7) What is your passion in life?
Writing, performing, exploring life.
Trying to understand people.
I intend to reach the universe without losing my soul
I’m the Great Grandson of the Forefathers
Like those four sons who were left by their four fathers
I will claim & protect my birth right
From the East to the West, its dawn then comes night
The soil keeps the flash of those before us
We can’t all speak the so called universal language
Its jewel that brightens up our Africa
Before the sun came to pass.
Trust in your native self, and write the next page
We are caged, by our thoughts
We are lost! We can’t see the Genius in Us
Their tombs are engraved the words that fought
Our weakness
The Pyramids sculptured that which is taught
Our inventions
Fallen Kings, still cry for their kingdoms
They never trusted the Genius in Us
Tremor shook, we stood
Unveiling the thoughts we never understood
Encrypt the codes of poverty
Decode the codes of poetry
Revising the education Africa taught
Regain the genius you lost
I Am the Great Grandson of our Forefathers,
Genes of their Nature is with Me,
I Am the fruit birthed by our Godly Mothers
I have their Genius In Me