Since i have been here at AP i have acquired some good friends thru this medium: Conspiracy, who is like a lil sister whose mind is of a grown up. She is very intelligent and has the political views of a analyst. Raven Aurora who is a talented writer and deeply emotional. Crystal Jade who is a close friend and good writer as well. Wonderfullest whose poem, "butterfly" is so beautiful and revelational. read it! Namaste a friend whom i haven't heard from for some time. we've had many indepth conversations and shared some good times. I hope all is good with her and her son. Next but not far less is Blackfire88, she is an excellent writer if you are into angst and abuse. She writes deep poems that touch and destroy your heart. I have the deepest love and reverance for Hannahesque's poems and her innate grasp of metaphorice expression. New to my list is Tabitha Powell like her name she is powerful in expression. I feell her deeply and her comments are just as powerful as her poems. She has a deep sense of understanding in this world. I admire her and even consider her to be my soulmate in that sense. There is a new guy on the block by the name of Casino. Ive only read a couple of his poems but i dig his style and the emotion in his work. Check him out too.
What ever happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like heavy load.
Or does it explode?
This poem was written by my mentor Langston Hughes. When I read this I fell in love with poetry. I mean to have such words expound tremendous power and emotions moved me. The way Langston Hughes expressed the dilemma of having dreams in deferrence amazed me. When I read this I was also studying our history. And this poem really struck the truest cord with me. It awaken me to a facet of life then that I hadn't really considered. That peoples dreams were at deferrence just because of color or social status really sadden me. NEway after reading this poem I begin to study L. Hughes and the more I read on him the more I loved the man & his poems. I thank God for his life spent here with us. I wish I had met him.
The cool calm
surface of the river
asked me for a kiss.
-Langston Hughes
This short vivid and emotional poem shows L. Hughes' genious in poetry. He took suicide and made it beautiful. Amazing!
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free...
This poem also by Hughes is the epitamy of America. Certainly since our forefathers designed our foundation America has fell short of meeting the criteria. As a matter of fact we defy and desecrate those criteria. Langston captured that well in this poem.
Anyway if you have any questions or comments just im me or email me at guruist3000@yahoo.com.
What ever happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like heavy load.
Or does it explode?
This poem was written by my mentor Langston Hughes. When I read this I fell in love with poetry. I mean to have such words expound tremendous power and emotions moved me. The way Langston Hughes expressed the dilemma of having dreams in deferrence amazed me. When I read this I was also studying our history. And this poem really struck the truest cord with me. It awaken me to a facet of life then that I hadn't really considered. That peoples dreams were at deferrence just because of color or social status really sadden me. NEway after reading this poem I begin to study L. Hughes and the more I read on him the more I loved the man & his poems. I thank God for his life spent here with us. I wish I had met him.
The cool calm
surface of the river
asked me for a kiss.
-Langston Hughes
This short vivid and emotional poem shows L. Hughes' genious in poetry. He took suicide and made it beautiful. Amazing!
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free...
This poem also by Hughes is the epitamy of America. Certainly since our forefathers designed our foundation America has fell short of meeting the criteria. As a matter of fact we defy and desecrate those criteria. Langston captured that well in this poem.
Anyway if you have any questions or comments just im me or email me at guruist3000@yahoo.com.
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StarrieNacht on December 4, 2007you know beauty in such a different way...
Come back to us at AP. Write something amazing as always -
michellemybelle : you are a talented poet on July 10, 2007I was just checking out your writing and your page, I am so glad I did. You have an amazing talent to express emotion and I love what your mentor wrote!
much happiness to you,
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braincake on February 26, 2004Loved the work I read today, and happy to see how much you admire Langston Hughes, a favourite poet of mine. I performed a lengthy program on colonialism and its effects in the summer and spent some time with Mr. Hughes' poetry. I wanted to post a poem here that isn't by Langston Hughes, but by another post-colonial poet. This poem makes me cry everytime I read it, I hope it can provide you with some inspiration also.
Song of Hope by Cecil Rajendra
At that hour
when the sun
slinks off
behind hills
and night
- a panther-
crouches
ready to spring
upon our un-
suspecting city. . .
i want to sing
the coiled desires
of this land
the caged dreams
of forgotten men
i want to sing
of all that was
but no longer is
of all that
never was but
could have been
i want to sing
the obsidian
unspelled hopes
of our children
i want to sing
to remind us
never to despair
that every hour
every minute
somewhere on the face
of this earth
it is glorious morning.
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HeighHo on February 16, 2004Thanks for stopping by to talk to me. Im checking out your poems but wanted to comment on your intro. Langston Hughes is powerful and penetrating - and a wordsmith for sure. I'm glad you posted those tidbits. Sharing the delights we find in the world is one of the most fun things about being human. You enjoy stuff - and then you enjoy stuff with someone and its even better. I'm interested in your comments about race and social status. I'm white and I live in rural midwest America and have never witnessed any racism or anything...but its distressing that any person should suffer for how they were born - that which is part of them and a good thing. It's the minorities themselves, however, who have overcome this. People like Hughes who could BE someone that transcended whatever the petty destractors were saying about race.
