Calling All Poets Who Love Acting! Audition Notice for “King David”

27 Aug

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Hello fam!

This makes me so excited. Like…literally. What could be more awesome than a play that incorporates our favorite thing — poetry?! Nothing. Nothing is more awesome than that. My latest show “King David” which will be presented on the prestigious Columbia University stage incorporates poetry and dance to tell the amazing story of King David (II Samuel 11-13) in an entirely new and contemporary way. Check out the video above to see what I mean. But guess what? I need people like you — my kindred poetic spirits — to make it happen. Take a look at the audition details below, the video above, and take the leap to transform your spoken word career into what could be the beginnings of an acting career as well.

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Seeking Non-Union Actors to audition for The Taken – Part I: King David

  •  NEW WORK: This lyrical modernization of a Biblical tale is a collaboration between playwright Ayvaunn Penn and director Nana Dakin, both second-year MFA students at Columbia University. Adapted from the story of King David (II Samuel chapter 13), Penn’s poetic work explores the devastating consequences of King David’s actions and the generational violence it begets. The Taken will be presented as a full production in the spring of 2017. For this presentation of the first act, we are interested in exploring the heightened musicality of Penn’s storytelling.
  •  CASTING: NON-UNION. OPEN ETHNICITY. AGES 18+. We seek versatile performers with a passion for poetry, prosody, musicality, movement and ensemble work. Performers with backgrounds in spoken word and music are strongly encouraged to audition.
  •  CHARACTER BREAKDOWN:
  1. DAVID – King of Israel. Male. 20s-40s. Athletic. Historically virtuous and heroic. His fatal lust proves his downfall.
  2. BATHSHEBA – Wife of a soldier. Female. 20s-30s. Sensuous, strong and quick to speak. Widely lusted after but very much in love with her husband Uriah.
  3. ZIBA – David’s head servant. Female. 50s -60s. Wise and opinionated. David’s moral compass. The eyes and ears of the palace.
  4.  FEMALE ENSEMBLE (TAMAR) – Female. Teens – 20s. Athletic. TAMAR – King David’s daughter. Sweet. Unassuming. Innocent.
  5. MALE ENSEMBLE 1 (AMNON / JOAB / ELISHAMA) – Male. 20s – 30s. Athletic. AMNON – King David’s son. Rapes his sister Tamar. / JOAB – Army captain and King David’s right hand man. Exudes power and authority. Gets the job done with no questions. / ELISHAMA – Servant. Hiding a secret affair. Enjoys telling crazy stories about Ziba.
  6. MALE ENSEMBLE 2 (ABSALOM / JEZREEL) – Male. Teens – 20s. Athletic. / ABSALOM – King David’s son. Kills his brother Amnon for raping his sister Tamar. / JEZREEL – Servant. Newly hired. Energetic but immature.
  • REHEARSAL SCHEDULE: Rehearsals will start the week of September 5th, and go until October 6th (opening night). Rehearsals will take place 2-3 times a week from 6.30-9.30pm and on one weekend day, from 10-2pm or 2-6pm, with few exceptions. All rehearsals will be held in the area around Columbia University.
  •  PUBLIC PERFORMANCE: The production will be presented at Columbia University’s Schapiro Theatre October 6th-9th, 2016.
  • AUDITIONS:
Monday, August 29th, 10am – 6pm
at 612 West 115th Street, New York, NY 10027
Watson Hall, Room 106
*closest subway is the 1 train to 116th Street
Tuesday, August 30th, 1pm – 9pm
at 3280 Broadway, New York, NY 10027
5th Floor, Studio 5
*closest subways are the 1 train to 125th St. or 137th St.
Auditions will be scheduled in 10 minute slots.
 To submit please follow these instructions:
  1. Email Director Nana Dakin: n.dakin [at] columbia [dot] edu
  2. In the subject line write: “Audition, King David”
  3. Specify which ROLE you are auditioning for
  4. Specify which audition DAY(s) and TIME(s) you are available for
  5. Attach PDF of your Headshot
  6. Attach PDF of your Resume

All the best,

Ayvaunn Penn

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mariana6 (1 of 1)-LAyvaunn Penn most recently served as assistant director to Golden Globe winner Regina Taylor on her show STOP. RESET. at the Tony Award winning Goodman Theatre. She is the Columbia University School of the Arts Dean’s Fellowship recipient for the Playwriting Class of 2018. Follow her @PennSpeaks on Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

Are you a Poet? Love Acting? This Could be Your Opportunity.

25 Apr
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Living in NYC? Talented poet? Or, are you a dancer or director with an ear for poetry and rhythm? I want to work with you to create a spoken word theatrical production. Hit me up at BlackAndMakingIt@gmail.com (with “g”) for details, and share this to spread the word.
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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and the author of Ephemeral Moments, a book of poetry and short stories available on Amazon. She is also the founder of Your Black Poets and currently earning her MFA in Playwriting at Columbia University. Catch her spotlighting black excellence in theatre and the performing arts with Black And Making It. Click to follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Poet Mentors Incarcerated Youth Through Art. Meet Messiah Ramkissoon.

23 Apr
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Not only did he win 3 times at New York’s Apollo Theater for his lyrical skill, he was also a featured performer at the unveiling of the MLK monument in Washington, DC, and that’s not the end of his impressive resume. Learn how this master of language is using his talent to change the lives of others for the better.
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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and the author of Ephemeral Moments, a book of poetry and short stories available on Amazon. She is also the founder of Your Black Poets and currently earning her MFA in Playwriting at Columbia University. Catch her spotlighting black excellence in theatre and the performing arts with Black And Making It. Click to follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Featured Poem of the Week: “The Art Exhibit” by Tyree Jackson

24 Jun

Trayvon Martin Tribute The Art Exhibit Poem

In this image,

you cannot see,

that I am

damaged, discriminated, stereotyped, racially profiled,

shot at, convicted, and thrown behind bars;

but most of all, I am a victim.

But who can we blame for the burdens I have told?

I am a man of color,

my mother’s son,

now behold.

So it is through this image,

and in my world, a story unfolds.

As I stare voiceless, my lips sealed closed

at the injustices that plague me, consume me

to eventually poison me, and my people.

So stare into my eyes, and tell me what you see?

am I a human being,

or just some violent black offspring?

Who is up to no good,

many police officers would say.

Because,

I am a drug dealer,

woman beater,

rapist

a bastard child

or some dangerous

gang member

who can’t speak proper

and initiates fights.

And it is I,

who strikes fear in

white people’s hearts, because

I’m just another felon.

So I am an uneducated,

unemployed,

black hoodlum,

a by-product from

living my entire life

on the streets.

But most of all, I am

bagged and tagged,

to be buried six-feet deep.

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About the Author: 

Tyree Jackson is a poet and activist.  He resides in Bronx, NY.

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Featured Poem of the Week: “The Trophy Wife” by Eli Soul

16 Jun

black woman

She’s sitting, hoping –

almost motionless.

Her lover’s not home;

she’s losing focusness.

Maybe a drink, she thinks,

will ease the pain.

The tipsiness relieves stress temporarily,

but peace is not gained.

She acknowledges his reign,

and his fame bracing towns.

How he parades her beauty,

but at the house she’s found –

slumped in a chair,

watching movie after movie.

Truly she’s a trophy wife,

but only collecting dust.

The description of her base praises her dreams,

and well-placed on the shelf,

supposedly, never to be discovered.

No, she won’t be suckered.

She’s being polished,

and holds a simple glow about her –

she’s always being modest.

Not many comes close to hearing her story.

They would be bothered.

They won’t hear her holler

or even her silent whimpers.

These are only a chosen few

that can stir the embers that can cause the flame

that gives her her release

from the low, setting pedestal she stands.

Somewhere writing her gripping tale –

well, she plans on.

This is definitely a trophy wife

that God has got His hands on…

soon to give her life.

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About the Author: 

 

Eli Soul was born, Billy Elijah Chandler, in Kingstree, SC.  The gift of writing started for Eli at an early age. At first, it was birthed in stories that he would write in elementary school that showed his colorful and vivid imagination. His writing then progressed, and at the age of 8 he began writing poems.  Eli did not write Christian music until after being drawn by God. That was the turning point to the lyrical content of his music – getting to know Christ. The story lines became stronger and more impactful. Finally leading him to what he was chosen to do in life; minister through poetry and music.

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Featured Poem of the Week: “Words” by Barbara J

9 Jun

pen and paper

Not a tone of uncertainty
or a sting of calamity
or a shriek of ambiguity
lives to dispel the makeup of words
No endangered emotion
exists in our language of devotion
as if to deny the completion
of unrehearsed patterns of words
Sometimes stable, but quite often disheveled
spurs of unexpected moments gather
in alignment to provoke and condone
a rebirth of unknowns
or a hindrance to our own
kinds of things as these words
A build-up for a breakdown
and most favored when upside down
Gifts of life, thoughts of wonder–
all an exchange for our heart’s exposure
To receive, to grieve, to laugh
controlled by memories and lost by the untapped
Words imply, they deny, they revive
Yet I relish every syllable like short breaths of air
As they move in rhythmic shapes and sounds
Some distant, others near
Words, like simplicity or complex consumed in time
yet never unlearned even as we discover
that sticks and stones are fine and dandy
but words are tools that come in handy

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About the author:

My name is Barbara J from Miami, FL, now living in Los Angeles. I’m a performer and writer of three books of poetry, and host of Fearless Fridays Open Mic in Echo Park.

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Trayvon Martin Dedication: “Black is Just as Right”

15 Jul
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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and author of Ephemeral Moments. This book of poetry and short stories addresses issues such as: struggles of faith, domestic abuse, racial injustice, a falling economy, and contemporary love – all through the eyes of a Christian. It is available for purchase on Create Space eStoreTo preview the book, click here To receive Ayvaunn’s daily Bible devotionals by email, click here.

Featured Poem of the Week: “The Art of Pain” by Jonathan Downey

20 May

pain

This old lady said to me, “Boy what you know about pain”………..as I sat there I realized I knew what ever body else knew….it hurts. See fixing a broken heart aint no easy task especially when you unmask those feeling you have only to have them crushed. The rush of the anxiety creeps up your spine until it reaches your mind then shoots back to your heart where it started. Until your body shuts down and you dont wanna get up and you dont have the keys to start it. Pain aint no joke to those who have really been hurt especially when you worked so hard to build up that wall around you heart only to take it down and have it shattered. After that it doesnt matter cause you will never find the pieces and the person who did it you will never be at peace with. Yea they apologize and you know that they are sorry for what they have done but they will never know the damage because they arent the ones that have to deal with it. A broken heart doesnt just hurt emotionally it also hurts physically. Let Newton’s Law of Physics be an example how chemistry can create chaos. These words are just a reaction of an action that was either opposite or equal. You can see through the chest of someone whos had a broken heart is transparent but apparently the male species cant have a broken heart we can only break them but we have to learn from some where. What I’m trying to say is one can only know pain after it has been afflicted. Some seek revenge and inflicting pain becomes addictive. In short we all know what pain is whether its a paper cut or broken finger but the pain of a broken heart always tends to linger……

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About the Author: 

“My name is Jonathan Downey. I am 20 years old, and I am from Norlina, NC. This is just a brief poem about how a broken heart can cause a vicious cycle between men and women.” 
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Featured Poem of the Week: “Men in Society” by Darrell Freeman, Jr.

14 May

man

Men in society is slowly being replaced,

With independent women and single mothers.
Ripping the heart out of the average American family.
Men in society is being tested and overlooked.
Now days women seem to be doing it all.
Women are overlooking or not acknowledging the role of men.
A  man is a protector, a provider and a companion.
Society tells men it’s their job to provide and protect their family.
As a man that’s what’s expected of you.
It’s like a double edge sword.
If a man doesn’t live up to society’s expectations,
He’s considered less than a man.
When a woman takes on that same role,
She’s looked at as noble, strong and unbreakable.
In some instantance’s she’s more of a man, than a man.
She’s not expected to take on that role, like a man is required to.
But she’s given more credit when she does,
vs. what the common  man does for his family in that same situation.
The woman is looked at as if she’s heaven sent.
Giving the men the notion that we are not needed.
As well as teaching the future generation that’s the way life goes.
In a relationship it’s 50/50.
No one is higher than the other.
But now a days whoever brings in the biggest paycheck controls the home.
Leaving us as people to re-examine our values in life.
A man is not higher or lower than a woman.
As well as a woman is not lower or higher than a man either.
But in our personal life a woman is looked at,
 as the one who controls the home.
Leaving men to be in the work field, controlling the income.
A man’s role is limited and the credit,
 he receives is short lived and unappreciated.
The father’s day holiday is overshadowed,
 by mother’s day and dead beat dads
Rarely is he acknowledged for raising his family.
As men we must not let these issues discourage us from being men.
Stand strong and show society we do belong here.
If we continue to educate and teach our kids,
Then the future generation will recognize the worth of men.
Then and only then will the society of men be stronger than ever.
But we must take care of our responsibilities as men and as fathers.
So many of our women are use,
 to taking care of  their families without a man.
It’s time we show them how much we love them, and provide for our family.
Let’s bring family values back, we all must step up to the plate as men.
It’s time we teach by example.

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About the Author: 

“My name is Darrell Freeman Jr. & I’m from Crowley Louisiana. I currently reside in Lake Charles, Louisiana.  I write from the heart. I wanna inspire others to look beyond their circumstances and strive for bigger & better things. I try to write about topics others are afraid to talk about….I’m currently working on starting my own business — Freeman’s World — which is a variety of businesses dedicated to giving back & uplifting the community….I wanna encourage everyone to follow your dreams. No matter how tough the road up ahead is always have faith and continue to push towards excellence.”

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and the author of Ephemeral Moments, a book of poetry and short stories from the Christian perspective, available on Amazon.com in the fall of 2013. She is also the founder of Your Black Poets. To receive Ayvaunn’s daily Bible devotionals by email, click here. Click to follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Featured Poem of the Week: “Man Where the Leaders At” by Bernell Wesley

6 May

leaders at

Way back when I was young,

When things were good, when

Just to be on a bus was good enough,

When,

Kids acted like they should, when

They didn’t talk back,

Did their homework,

Because making good grades was yea, good,

Man, where the leaders at,

When, words like wack, crack, slack and jacked

Meant nothing to be alarmed about, when

Pants were worn way up, not way down, when

On the down low, meant you had more than one

Woman, not a woman and man

Man, where the leaders at, when

There were no policemen, metal detectors

In school lock-downs or Saturday in school arrests,

Man, where the leaders at,

Man, where the leaders at,

Man, where the leaders at.

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About the Author: 

“I am a junior at Georgia State University completing my degree in English with a concentration in Creative Writing and a minor in History. I was born on a sugar cane plantation outside of  Morgan City Louisiana 59 years ago. I am honored to have worked on Operation Moses, the first ever air lift of the Beta  Israel or Falashas from Sudan to America and Israel in 1984. I am [also] writing a script: Operation Moses: A Journey From a  Louisiana Sugar Cane Plantation To Africa.”
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Featured Poem of the Week: “Devil’s Game” by Alicia Cooper

23 Apr

violence-domestic

Satisfied, he falls asleep

Thoughts drifting into dreams

Mad as Hell, I lie awake

Struggling to bridle my screams

Traces of my stolen DNA

Sheathe his most private places

While bleeding cuts and purple bruises

Defile my most sacred spaces

I gently nudge him but he doesn’t stir,

So I connive a hasty retreat

But flashbacks of an invariable scene

Fill my mind with familiar speech,

“You’ll die before I let you go!”

He cautioned countless times

“No one will miss a dumb Black girl!

Killing nothing is no crime!”

His mean and hateful words reduced me,

Rocked my esteem to its very core

But that was then and this is now

I’ll be subdued no more!

My eyes shift to the nightstand

That rests on his side of the bed

The one that holds the cold yellow steel

Which he uses for Russian Roullette

My movement is quick but deliberate

As I slide deftly onto the rug

And tiptoe on aching and shaky legs

‘Round the bed of the man I once loved

My eyes remain fixed directly on his

As I creep ‘cross the carpeted floor

Apprehension begs me to please turn back

But a still voice whispers, “No more!”

I seize the knob with a trembling hand

And pull open the drawer with precision

My heart is racing like a runaway train

As I ponder the cost of my decision

But, I have no time for contemplation

And although I know it’s dead wrong

I choose life for me instead of for him

I must get back to where I belong

My deadly gold savior greets me

With a cold and malevolent grin

Where many nights he was my tormentor

Tonight he is my friend

Never one to handle this gun

It’s much heavier than I assumed

I have no clue if it’s loaded or not

Guess I’ll know in a second or two

It’s not that I’m happy that he’ll die tonight

But better him than me

This golden Glock was full of bullets

And now, so is he!

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About the Author: 

“My name is Alicia Cooper, and I live in Atlanta, GA. This poem was actually inspired by a group that I am in on FB that supports domestic violence victims. Listening to the individual stories of survival and the heartbreaking stories of those still going through it and their thoughts about how they would be able to escape, really spoke to me. I know the struggle of being involved in such a relationship and was able to get out, but some women never make it out, and if they do, sometimes it’s because they had to resort to violence themselves in order to obtain their ‘freedom.'”

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and the author of Ephemeral Moments, a book of poetry and short stories from the Christian perspective, available on Amazon.com in the fall of 2013. She is also the founder of Your Black Poets. To receive Ayvaunn’s daily Bible devotionals by email, click here. Click to follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Featured Video of the Week: “I Will Not Let an Exam Result Decide My Fate” by Suli Breaks

15 Apr

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and the author of Ephemeral Moments, a book of poetry and short stories from the Christian perspective, available on Amazon.com in the fall of 2013. She is also the founder of Your Black Poets. To receive Ayvaunn’s daily Bible devotionals by email, click here. Click to follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

American Idol Contestant Cortez Shaw Talks About the Relationship Between Music & Poetry and More

8 Apr

“This is the beginning of a long journey — a big long journey,” said 2013 American Idol contestant Cortez Shaw during an exclusive candid interview with Your Black World. After talking with this ambitious, quickly rising R&B/Pop artist about his American Idol journey and where his bright future is already leading him, one can have no reservations in believing just that. Simultaneously exuding both humility and charm during the course of the interview, Shaw makes it clear that his career is not only focused on music but also on inspiring and helping others.

 Video Navigation
  • 00:00 min. — The American Idol experience
  • 09:00 min. — The relationship between poetry and music
  • 12:40 min. — The influence of the music industry on young African-American males
  • 14:50 min. — Words of wisdom for young African-American males
  • 15:20 min. — Reaching back to help youth across cultures
  • 20:00 min. — The inside scoop on Cortez’s new album and collaborations

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Featured Poem of the Week: “Empowerment” by Jazzy Sdlihc

1 Apr

black power

Empowerment, takes you a level higher

we all have imperfections, convictions,what’s your priors?

the death of insecurity, I require

like murder for higher

 I choose to kill with words of fury

I’m on trial with myself as the judge and jury

my vision used to be blurry

but hindsight is 20/20, basic like ABC, the learning network on Jazzy Tv

broadcasting frequencies frequently

Stay tuned for this segment called stop dissing

take the dis out of that

give discourage back, to it’s owner

negative is a loner

positive, encourage

let your goals flourish

The cycle of doubt is vicious

anti spy ware needed, malicious

the lack of confidence is fictitious

look at where you’re getting your information

close your eyes and ears to ideas

that cause complications

Opinions are just that, an opinion

where someone opened their mouth

and spoke what they wanted to be true

don’t let them think for you and guide your decisions too

They reside in Whoville

saying, who me?

so ask them, who real

because they still

lost without a cause, a play without the pause

perfect with all the flaws

a coward without the balls

strengthen your walls

If the walls could speak, what would they say

you don’t play, stop acting that way

or where does your backbone lay

you already have the mind, body, and soul

put your pieces in place

and take back control!

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About the Author: 

Jazzy Sdlihc is a neo soul poet living in Nashville, Tn. You can follow and check out more of Jazzy’s work on Facebook and Reverbnation under Jazzy Sdlihc and on Twitter and YouTube under mizzjazzy909.

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Featured Poem of the Week: “No Dusty Halo” by Monique R. Muhammad aka GodsButterfly

25 Mar

angel

My mama once told me
Girl, when you get through this
You will shine as pure gold
My whole life I knew
I had a story that MUST be told
But fear of judgment, what other sinners may think
Caused me to retreat
In silence to endure
People behold a butterfly
Knowing nothing of the dark cocoon
Out of which she was born
I’ve been the woman, insecure
Heartbroken and cold
I’ve been the woman in a crowd of people
Feeling completely alone
I’ve been the woman who never thought she was good enough
Trying so hard to please
Taking care of everyone else BUT me
The weight of self-neglect brought me crashing
To my knees
While I was there I called God’s Name
And He answered me
Get up! He said
You have a story to tell
Before you get to Heaven
You must travel through Hell
Now, here I stand
Not an angel, but I am
A witness
That even when we stumble
God’s Blessings still abound
Don’t give me a dusty halo
My eyes are on a starry crown

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About the Author: 

“My name is Monique R. Muhammad AKA GodsButterfly. I am a native of Akron, Ohio, now residing in the DC/Maryland area. I have been writing since I was a child, and now understand that I have a testimony that must be shared to uplift my people. This poem, “No Dusty Halo”, is a mile marker on my journey.”

 
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Featured Poem of the Week: “Why do people do this, Mom?” by Anonymous

4 Mar

drunk

I went to the party and remembered what you said. You asked me not to drink alcohol, so I drank a Sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, as you said I should feel. You said I should not drink and drive, contrary to what some friends told me. I made a healthy choice and your advice was correct, as it always is.

When the party finally ended, people began to drive without being able to do so properly. I went to my car with the certainty that I would return home in peace. I never imagined what awaited me, Mom. Now I’m lying in the street and I hear the policeman say: “The kid that caused this accident was drunk”. Mom, his voice seems so distant. My blood is spilled everywhere and I’m trying with all my might not to moan. I can hear the doctors say, “This girl is going to die”. I have the certainty that the young man, who ran at full speed, decided to drink and drive, and now I have to die.

Why do people do this, Mom, knowing that this is going to ruin many lives? The pain is cutting me like a hundred knives. Tell my sister not to cry, tell Daddy to be strong. And when I go to Heaven, I’ll be watching for you all. Someone should have taught that boy that it’s wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents would have told him that, I would not be dying now. My breath is getting weaker, more and more. Mom, these are my last moments and I feel so desperate. I wish I could hug you Mom, while I’m lying here dying. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, Mom. So… I… love… you… goodbye…

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About the Author: 

Sources say these words were written by a reporter who witnessed a particular car accident. The girl, as she died, was saying these words and the reporter wrote them down. 
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Featured Poem of the Week: “Full of Love” by Louvenia Haliburton

18 Feb

full of love

This is dedicated to my baby….
Blessed
That’s what I am, blessed and full of love
When I found out about you, my baby girl
I was so happy
I was so ready for you to come into this world and bless me with your presence
I was full of love and ready to pour it all unto you
My belly started to grow and everyday my imagination would wonder
Wonder about how you would look, wonder about how you would act
Wondering how much of a blessing you would be into my world
One day, I learned that you was snatched away from me
At the exact moment, I didn’t feel blessed
Didn’t feel full of love anymore
Every year on your birthday is another year that you are not in my arms
Another day I cant you smile, another day I cant hear your laughter around the house
It took me a while to get enough strength to put you down on paper
But baby girl, losing you made me realize how blessed and full of love I really am
One day, you will see me and I will see you
From my heart to yours, mommy loves you!
~Blessed & Full of Love~

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Louvenia Haliburton, Southfield, Michigan

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About the Author: 

“This poem is called ‘Full of Love,’ and it’s about the baby girl I lost in August of 2009. I finally got through the pain and finally came to grips that I lost her.”
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Featured Video: “A Familiar Ignorance”

15 Feb

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Featured Poem of the Week: “Take It Slow” by Jason Lamorris

11 Feb

drinking

All around the world
drifting off in deep dreams,
so many of us kids,
wake up to 18,

or what ever the age
that declares us grown,
and our first decision,
doesn’t take that long,

cause immediately
in our minds
we think about
what we should do,
And the club comes to mind,
and that’s what
we have to pursue,

But not just to go out,
Party, and have fun,
we’re convinced
to have a drink,
and sometimes more than one,

but why does it always
have to be like this?,
why can’t we all
play it safe?,
and let the drink be missed?

And some of us even
go farther
than the drink itself,
we even try
to get laid,
Until we lose our breath,

But that comes
from the plan
as soon as
we wake up,
cause our plan
is to drink,
and get ourselves
messed up,

We wake up
with the thought
that we have
to go all out,
cause we have
immature minds,
and thats what
we’re about,

We can’t help
the fact that we’re ignorant,
we just don’t know,
maybe our minds
are blurred,
or maybe
we’re just slow,
Cause even
we should know
that this is not
the way to go,
that’s why when
I get grown,
I’m just going
to take it slow

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Jason Lamorris, Lanett, Alabama

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About the author:

Jason Lamorris rivers is a 25-year-old freelance lyricist/poet/columnist from Lanett, Alabama. He is currently a poetry columnist for a heavy metal magazine called The Savage Side, as well as a writer for The Expressionist Magazine, and American Family magazine. He wrote this particular piece as a part of his youth drinking prevention campaign. 

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Featured Poem of the Week: “Destroying Corruption”

4 Feb

embrace

Corruption requires silence for misunderstanding to breed violence by official abuse and brutality, which recycles criminality.  Social justice is required, beyond desires.

Neglected and rejected orphans will adopt these examples and word in a metamorphosis.

So speak out for reasonable peace to be heard and put actionable thoughts with passionate words.

Look around at our human faces.  The world is your legacy’s reflection from beyond the grave.  So learn to turn your handshake into an embrace.

Pushing transparency will give us clearance to see.  What’s going on, it ain’t no mystery, but time to shake it, make it and remake it the way it’s suppose to be.

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About the author:

This poem was submitted by Madeline Coburn, of St. Louis, MO.  “I am a Chaplain in the Missouri Department of Corrections, and I have been serving for over 19 years,” she says. “My company Coburn Enterprise, LLC works with offenders and death row inmates helping them to display their intellectual property.”  

This particular poem is submitted on behalf of one of her spiritual advisees. She states, “I have taken the liberty to self publish his new book called POETIC REFLECTIONS that can be found on Amazon for your viewers.”

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