Tag: 2016

2016! – Poetry Reading by Kevin Short

 Poetry performed by Val Cole

Get to know the poet:

What is the theme of your poem?

A REFLECTION OF TWELVE MONTHS PAST

What motivated you to write this poem?

THE SADNESS AND DESPAIR EXPERIENCED BY MANY DURING 2016

How long have you been writing poetry?

40 YEARS +

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

IT’S A TOSS UP BETWEEN ELVIS AND SAMUEL BECKETT, BUT DONALD TRUMP WOULD BE FAVORITE RIGHT NOW!

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

I AM A PERFORMANCE POET MYSELF, BUT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOOD TO HEAR ANOTHER PROFESSIONAL’S PERSPECTIVE AND INTERPRETATION.

Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

YES, I WRITE PLAYS, SCREENPLAYS, SONGS, QUIRKY BOOKS, AND A LITTLE HAIKU.

What is your passion in life?

MY PASSION IS TO PROVIDE FOOD FOR THOUGHT THROUGH THE ARTS AND ENTERTAINMENT MEDIA.

3 SONS, Poetry by Natalia Mwananshiku

Genre: Race and Love

3 SONS by Natalia Mwananshiku

She looked like a nightmare yearning to be a dream 
The sun was her lover 
The moon Her mother 
Her voice sounded like a millions deaths 
Her skin was the colour of soil 
Beneath the stars 
Hid away from the moon
Her back pressed against the dirt
She planted her feet into the ground 
Her breasts pointed towards the sky 
She would place her
Cold fingertips 
Upon a warm clitoras 
And they would dance
Her body rattled 
She would end up face down 
Hips up 
The sun burning her crotch 
Men would walk by and stare 
A woman wearing her body so freely 
Unashamed of her breasts 
Her buttocks
She clothed herself in loose fitting fabric 
Her naval sitting on a flashy stomach 
Would be left out to tease the sun 
And he would burn 
Burn with rage jealousy and love 
He would hide behind clouds 
As though hoping she wouldn't see him 
Her children had eyes that held fire
Melanated Skin that absorbed the sun 
They're skin was like the night sky 
Dark 
Yet it glowed 
She had pushed for eight hours 
Fire burning in her womb
Fluid pouring from her vagina 
Watering the garden 
Each son falling into a bed of roses 
Three 
Sons
Of the sun 
 
 
Grew like Shaka
Tall dark and broad 
Spoke like Williams 
Thought like kings 
In a world full of boys 
Who 
Grew like Shaka 
Thought like Rhodes 
And Spoke Like rapists 

 

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