Collaboration 3 - Handmade by Blossom & The Word Korner

Two different kinds of creativity combined.... craft and word... Handmade by Blossom & The Word 

Handmade by Blossom & The Word Korner decided to do Mother's Day cards for their collaboration because of how close Mother's Day is  (May 12th 2015).  here are the lyrics from the poems 

Dear mommy I want you to know that you’re appreciated

Not only on Mother’s day when usually this appreciation is demonstrated

But all the days that has to come or has gone

In my life you will always be number one

Because we all know the sacrifices a mother makes

She still keeps a smile when her heart aches

So for that you deserve all the happiness and affection

No one is allowed to tarnish that, not under my protection

So on that note I would love to wish you Happy Mother‘s Day

Today and every other day

Written by

C.Lee

They say that superheroes don’t exist

But they never met my mother

They never felt her kiss

And how it could heal whatever

How she would know when something is wrong

My mother always turns my frown upside down

She is definitely extraordinary

And I want her to know that I will love her eternally

I am indeed very lucky

Happy Mother’s Day

Thank you for loving me

Written By

Carisa Lee  

And the pictures: 

She also created a video: 

Writing the poetry for me was a bit difficult, because I didn't grow up with my mother, but I just used my imagination and wala two new poems were born.. May sure to check out Handmade by Blossom

COSTAATT - the reason for my lack of blogging...

Foolish me!!!!
So in order to hook up a Blogger account I needed a gmail account so instead of creating a new email address I decided to use my COSTAATT email... BAD IDEA... I couldn't sign into my blog, apparently none of the web browsers recognised the sign in for COSTAATT's email ... This annoyed me...
So I wrote a poem about it..


***** Frustrated*****

The only time I got to post on my blog is using the work computer which is prohibited

Collaboration 2 - TRINIADCRITIC & The Word Korner

We looked at a Mercedes-AMG G  ad

The car will be on the market in Spring 2015. 

It is described as the world's next great sports car and is bragged about for its design and dynamics.

Mercedes AMG used a poem for the voice over of the ad.

Here is the poem they used...

Oh the message it will send

The debates it will end

The records it will destroy

The fame it will enjoy

The thrones it will vacate

The egos it will deflate

The best machine will win

So let the fun begin

As we discussed in my earlier posts there are different types of poetry and this ad used the basic rhyming poem (Sonnet). Does it get the message across? Yes.. 

I have respect for poets who can rhyme their words and  get the message across and Mercedes did just that. 

Would you think of something like poetry to be the voice over for a sports car? Not really her but its impactful...

for me the most powerful line in the poem is “all the ego’s we will deflate, the best machine will win

So let the fun begin” Mercedes referring to the  one of it's biggest competitors the Porsche 911. 

(you see I did my research, lol) 

Here is what TRINIADCRITIC had to say about the Ad 

First thing first, what is this poem saying about the car?

"Basically this is the message being sent: This car is going to send a message so clear it will end any arguments out there about whether or not it is the best. As a car that’s built for speed one can expect it to break records and enjoy the fame that would come along with it" - TRINIADCRITIC blogger 

For more check out TRINIADCRITIC

Check out the video below 

Collaboration 1 - Lezline & The Word Korner

"What I understood from it is, people's opinion on a person's sexual orientation should not matter as long as they are satisfied with who they are, live for yourself be free because your happiness is up to you and by hiding that person it will do more harm than good, so embrace your identity" - Lezline Blogger

That is what Lezline's blogger (Judine Ryan) thought about my poem, in order for me to do this poem I had to interview Judine on some of the drawbacks about coming out and also read her blog. Some of my favourite post from her blog Lezline are:

• Is it real or a fantasy?
• Empty closet vs. Full closet
• Date... at your own risk

However I wanted to write my poem about being gay and the drawbacks about coming out...
This is what I came up with

I’m coming out; I want the world to know got to let it show ♩
♪ ♫♬

No,it’s not that easy, am I really ready to admit my sexuality and get omitted by
my friends and family.

You see coming out is not a fantasy, My story is different from Ellen and Portia De
La Rossi, coming out for me is not going to be easy.
I could hear my mother now, child you need a good praying, No family of mine is
gay, the devil have you mind straying..
Or the disapproving looks I will get from my other family members and how the
community will finally get validation for the rumours.
’m I really ready to deal with the giggles pointing and whispers?
Hummm, so long I’ve held this secret, but it gets easier to keep it, at times I Just
forget about it and a few times I believe I lost it way in the back of my
closet.
But when I remembered it

I asked myself, is being a lesbian really the worst thing that can happen in this
world? Is it so bad if love decides to choose the hearts of two girls?

Is it so bad to be joined in holy matrimony and raise a family even though our
love is taboo in society?
Why would you judge me, isn’t our main goal in life to be truly happy?
I would love to proudly preach my lesbianity


Bask in all HER glory

Sing, I’m coming out I want the world to know

But I can’t let it show…


Written by
C.Lee



Visit  Judine's blog: Lezline 

Mom Quotes - Pinterest

You can check out my board on Pinterest called (CQuotes) for all the best quotes from my poems... These two quotes are dedicated to all the mothers out there, so happy mother's day from thewordkorner and don't foprget to share and Pin our quotes. #thewordkorner

CQuotes - Pinterest

My Mother's Day Poems, (for Collaboration) - Want a card?

I'm collaborating with a 'do it yourself' (DIY) blogger for my Communication Via Social Media class project and we decided to make Mother's Day cards since Mother’s Day is so soon (10^th May 2015). Below are the two poems which I constructed… Let me know what you guys think by leaving a comment… The actually recording of the collaboration is coming soon, so stay tuned #thewordkorner

Dear mommy I want you to know that you’re appreciated

Not only on Mother’s day when usually this appreciation is demonstrated

But all the days that has to come or has gone

In my life you will always be number one

Because we all know the sacrifices a mother makes

She still keeps a smile when her heart aches

So for that you deserve all the happiness and affection

No one is allowed to tarnish that, not under my protection

So on that note I would love to wish you Happy Mother‘s Day

Today and every other day

Written by - C.Lee

*************************************************************************************

They say that superheroes don’t exist

But they never met my mother

They never felt her kiss

And how it could heal whatever

How she would know when something is wrong

My mother always turns my frown upside down

She is definitely extraordinary

And I want her to know that I will love her eternally

I am indeed very lucky

Happy Mother’s Day

Thank you for loving me

Written By - Carisa Lee 

I'm using Pinterest, check it out

Okay so to enhance my work I started using Pinterest and yes for my poetry but in a different way.. I'm using Pinterest to post quotes from the poetry I've written... Maybe I can inspire someone..
It's just that sometimes I write poetry and I'm amazed by the lyrics that I came up with so i'm sharing it with you guys... hope you enjoy..... 

C Quotes

My Inability to Forgive

Hi Guys!!!!

So today I'm having a bad day.... A really bad one.... Have you ever had a problem that others tell you about and you yourself know that you have that problem but you're just too weak to fix it? Well that's me today... I know that my inability to forgive has ruined a lot for me from my previous intimate relationship to my relationship with my former best friend and I just don't know how to fix it... I just want everything to be okay again but it's not and I've given up hope on how to fix the problem... I feel myself drowning and everyone is telling me that they know I can swim but I just can't.... I hate feeling like this :( ...

Anyway I wrote this poem about a week ago and it expresses how I feel about forgiveness.... 

My 2015 new year’s resolution – Forgiveness

My dad’s words of wisdom, Carisa you must learn how to forgive

My mom’s advice that never seems to fade- Carisa Forgive and forget

But I do, don’t I?

Ok I don’t, Forgiveness is the blind area of my Johari Window.

But why must I forgive you for the one hundred and thirty nine times you hurt my though?

So that you could just do it again, I let you in and you take advantage just like it has always been.

My whole thing is why do something and then ask for forgiveness when it could have been avoided in the first place.

Isn’t that like stabbing somebody in their back and then smiling in their face?

Isn’t that like spitting in my tea and watching me drink it?

I think like my life would be better without forgiveness, I don’t want It complicated.

I give you chance you screw up, it’s on you, you put yourself in that predicament.

I don’t like disappointment; as a matter of fact I’m terrified of being disappointed

I like order I don’t ever want to feel disjointed. This is exactly why I don’t let anyone in

Because they take advantage and their disloyalties they spin

Experts and philosophers say when you forgive it’s really yourself that’s free

But those theories will not fly by me, what really are you free or escaping from?

I’m not dumb, I was never a prisoner of my unforgivness but rather a conqueror of your deceitfulness

A security at the wall of my own levelheadedness

I know people make mistakes but what makes me so different

While don’t I ever meet the disappointers on the equivalent?

Why can’t someone not be able to forgive me

I guess I’m too much of a goody goody.

Why can’t I be on someone’s unforgiveness list?

Mom and dad I can’t promise you forgiveness .

I Got Them!! Thanks Everyone :*

Saturday 21st March 2015 was World Poetry Day and on my facebook page The Word Korner I challenged a few aspiring poets like myself to post  a piece of their work on my page. I received two poems another person was too shy to post but I've had the honour of reading and listening to her work and she is talented. here are the two poems I received.

that poem was written by Ryan Bachoo and the other by Judine Ryan, funny how her surname is his first name... lol
Judine Ryan is also in my communications via social networking class and she has a blog LEZLINE
check it out....

ZONING

You looking at me, looking at you trying to unlock you

I’m guessing your password starts with I

Because I’m encrypted inside your secret files

I’m not over ambitious so I’m waiting for you to reveal the personal thoughts

Explain why our eyes are lost in a daze looking at me, looking at you

Insane feelings, I swear I hear your voice screaming

Through the noise

Hopeless feelings

Living on fallacies I’ve already connected all her dots

These crazy games we play for thrills, stirring confusion

Comforting lies that she was beyond me 
And I was just a voyeur seeking pleasure on her bareness

Looking for the brighter side

Our brighter side is deeper than unearthed treasures

Deeper and darker than undiscovered galaxies

She’s untouched, untainted, disguised

Our worlds are a nostalgic catastrophe

She’s exciting,  misery masquerading as strangers 

Camouflaged, impatiently waiting 
Watching her smiles wasted on the randomness of unsystematic admirer 
Broken records with over played, shabby line like girl “you’re too beautiful to be here alone”

Rushed words, misinterpreted, ruin intimate exchange

Looking at her, looking at me this delinquently romantic escapade, 
We’re over lust Over analyzed…girl come over here and talk to me

So thanks guys and please feel free to post your poetry on The Word Korner.

On another note I wrote a poem about forgiveness. Forgiving is where I fall short and I have ruined alot relationships because of my inability to forgive :( . My dad says it, My mom says it and now I see it. So stay tuned for my spoken word poem about forgiveness!

Touching - This one is dedicated to my loved one #youmatter

I think it's touching when poets dedicate their poems to others, an unborn child (daughter or son) a lover or a family member. Sarah Kay has dedicated a poem  her future daughter and poet William Royster dedicated one to his unborn son. I wrote a poem about my dad once but I was much younger and today I'm not satisfied with the content, I plan however to rewrite on because like I mentioned before my dad means the world to me and sometimes it's hard to express. But I will make it my duty to let him know how much he means in my poetry... I also dream of a daughter in the future and I will try to write one for her as well, I believe I will make a good mother. Some of my favourite lines from William's poem are: " I promise to love you as if it's the only thing I've ever done correctly." "I will let you know that you have always been a premeditated miracle." 
It's a deep poem, I almost cried, but then again I cry for almost anything.. Sarah Kay's poem was covered in an earlier blog. 
Here are the links #thewordkorner 
Letters to my son

First Poem Posted on Circle of Poets TT

Okay....... It's been sent to admin for approval... Circle of Poets TT is a facebook site that allows aspiring poets like myself to post their work and get feedback from other poets or group members. Note half of them are probably well established poets #nervous..... Now if you read my introduction you would see that I never read my poems  for anyone, so this is a big step for me.. Okay it's approved.. #OMG my heart is racing.. What if they don't like it? What if they bash me? What if, What if? What if?  I swear this course is taking me out of my comfort zone, things you do for a good grade... I will let you guys know if anyone commented on my poem and who knows I may even post more.. #feelingoptimistic 


Circle of Poets TT

  

The one that got away - Spoken word poetry

This poem was my first attempt at spoken word poetry and I randomly decided to merge education and a relationship because I think people don't really talk about how difficult it is to balance education/studying with anything else, one of them will always be more important. 

It took me a couple dedicated hours to write this poem and even though it's pretty short I like it and I think others can relate to the poem.. What do you do? Do you put love before a degree or a degree before love? It's confusing because you don't want to be alone but you don't want to be uneducated which can lead to many other downfalls. 

In the video I left out some key lines because of nerves and getting tired of starting over and over, swear the video I uploaded is probably take 999, so at the bottom is the text for the poem, "the one that got away".  Let me know what you guys think. 

The one that got away

Hmmm thinking about it now I let you slip through my fingers

While I used them to hold a pen, flip a page or type an assignment

I was so caught up in using education to prepare my future that I ignored you’re your dedication to build a future with me.

Unconsciously I neglected your proposal to give me your love, your support, your heart to give me your all

It seems like I took better care of the hearts I drew in bored lectures in the corner of my notepad then I did yours,

I was so occupied with building my GPA to 4 that I never saw, understood, appreciated, comprehended, fathomed, felt, followed, got, grasped or realized that from a man I couldn’t ask for more

 As I sit here and look back, I try over and over to blame everything on you, and as many times as I try that’s something I can’t do, because I was the problem,

So I would like to sincerely apologize in this spoken word poem.

Apologize for the nights I was too tired to ask about your day, even though you were never too tired to ask about mine

Apologize for picking unnecessary fights, oh how I wish I could get back all those wasted times

Say I’m sorry for not acknowledging the little things you did, how you would jump around like a little kid

In your attempts to distract my study, or in the intimate times how you would past your fingers all over my body

The candle light dinners, flowers, and random calls in the middle of the day, just to say hey, even though you knew I would rush you off the phone quickly because I was always busy

It’s so funny because I sat in my graduation ceremony and I looked to my left and to my right and you were not beside me,

And although I graduated with honors it would have been an honor to have your support

It’s unfortunate our life together was cut short

So as I use these fingers to write this poem and to stop the tears from wetting the page

I throw the photo album of us on the floor in rage

Realizing that there is nothing left to do or say

But you were the one that got away...

Why do you write poetry?

Appreciation, relationships, empathy, emotion, creativity, humility, ego-boost, what's your reason for writing poetry? I believe it depends on your mood. I used to write poetry  for a school  I was an intern (OJT) at you know for functions etc and while they were good poems, I think well they never complained but  the poems never really meant anything to me because it wasn't from my heart,well not really I just did my research on the topic and rhyme the words I would finish in a day if I dedicate the time. 

I guess that is why people tell me I have a gift but the thing is I never really believe them especially when I have the main points as guidelines. The poems I cherish the most are the ones done from my heart and soul the ones that I can't say out loud but loudly on paper, those are the ones I love/cherish,feel accomplished about the most. 

I'm not much of an open person i much rather die with my pain than reveal it to people, there are few people who know what I'm really thinking or what really bothers me and even with them I find myself getting too emotional and the thing is they don't even know all only segments of whats bottled up, so my best bet is to write the words on paper.

I then read it for my dad and my #1 supporter my GOOD FRIEND ASASHA DELZIN and when they ask if it was about my life and offer an ear I always shake it off and say something to change the topic. 

I haven't written lately because I haven't felt motivated, my life right now is not the flowing life I am accustomed to and I feel like if I write it on paper it will become real (I don't want it to be real,not yet). Anyways enough about me, what motivated you to write poetry if you do? who do you read it to?

 

How I feel about poetry

When I hear good poetry I get emotional, I get goose bumps and I act like a crazy person screaming and clapping in my room alone. The thing is I wear a headphones so nobody knows why i'm screaming or clapping and they give me that,"did we pick up the right child from the hospital 24 years ago" look? And they would ask that not only because of my actions but because none of them feel the way I feel about poetry they try to avoid me and my love poetry the best way they can, I'm busy or no I have to wash the van or gosh I have to study or I heard someone calling... This is no lie.. LOL. My dad however is a little more blatant asking if I wrote it and if I didn't then he doesn't want to hear, 

Well this morning I came across Poem, Click Here this page.. Check out the poetry, my favs are knock knock and remember how we forgot.. #powerful #awesome 

Islam and Poetry ☾✮

The poetry used to spread the message of Allah is the best poetry which comes under the category of ‘poetry containing wisdom.'

I grew up in an Islamic home, well my dad is Muslim and I grew up with him which automatically makes me Muslim. I use to wear the garments at one point in my life but I was bullied in school and was forced to dress normal. Since then I never really functioned as a Muslim but the belief was always there, I wanted to rejoin when I was 18 but by then Trinidad was infested with Muslim people joining the religion for the wrong reasons especially in the area where I live and my dad said he doesn't want me to rejoin and if you know anything about me what my dad says or wants my dad gets. #onlychild #daddyslittlegirl.  Well I like to write poetry and many times my Muslim friends (the ones i read my poetry for) and my dad would tell me that it is Haram ( an act that is forbidden by Allah) so i did my own research and what I basically got from my research is that poems sell people dreams it makes them fantasize on things that are not true and can't be obtainable and Allah doesn't like people who mislead others, some people also referred to the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) as a poet when he would recite the Quran and Allah said he is too high of a person (the greatest man ever lived, according to Muslims) to be a poet. 

But according to my research in Islam poets are acceptable if they preach the the words of Allah and Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) which is understandable.

Now my opinion on this is that is that I like poetry , its my form of therapy so why should I stop ,and the answer is clear because Allah doesn't like poems that are not about Islam or portraying the religion in a positive light, but maybe it's not all that bad, I think people read into things a little to much hence the word "Extremist". I mean if I am not hurting or misleading anyone with my words then I feel like I should write what I feel, Who takes poetry seriously anyway? Like who? I can see people taking Rap music seriously and wanting that "lifestyle" that these rappers advertise and rap music is a form of poetry but maybe just like the extremist they are taking it a little to far. So while some of my poems may not be about islam I hope to not mislead anyone with my writing because Phophet Muhammed (PBUH) says ‘If the belly of a man were to be filled with pus, that would be better for him than being filled with poetry.”  Scary right and I do believe in Allah and his teachings and the Prophet (PBUH). What are your thought on islam and poetry? Do you think Muslims are being extreme or do you think poetry should be forbidden.

Now I wrote this blog to mainly introduce you guys to an amazing Muslim poet I found on youtube, I admire him because of his wisdom the way he put his words together and because of his style of spoken word, his pronunciation and  exaggeration of the words  he is truly a muslim talent.

The first time I heard him  was in a response to

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IAhDGYlpqY

Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus || Spoken Word

The response: Why I hate religion but love Jesus

Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus || Muslim Version || Spoken Word || Response.

some more of his work: More of his work, talented poet

Response here

Bigger than Mine?

A very strong poem from Black Ice back in the Def Jam days.... He is soooooooooo talented... I will kiss his feet if i ever met him lol jk, no but seriously that man is like the best poet I know.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-if2Tmxigk

See, I ain't no player hater
But I'll hate a player if you push me
See nigga, while you stand there
Using all your heart trying to look the part
With your cold steel eyes
Nigga you don't realize you just pussy for sale
Now see I would call you female, but you too frail
While she's held queen, I mean your existence is fractionally vaginal
Like the slits of the whores you use to suit your feeble needs
You know, saturated soil and faulty fertilizer
Ensure your future seeds to be just like you pussy
For sale
On corner auction blocks lost flocks of brethren
Now invested in by this America with stocks of cocaine
Temporary monetary gain in exchange for eternal pain
While the stain of your false reality femains an ever imprinted actuality
On your kids and in your kids
As they too have to suffer with you through the bids
Just kids
Trying not to let those lonely echoes bother
Knowing that father does not answer when they holler
Due to his undying infatuation with the dollar
Has been street scholar, now sees his toddlers through glass
And as the years pass they grow fast and begin to understand
Damn, dad didn't have to go away from us cause he didn't love us
It's just that he wasn't no real fucking man
I be like ''oh damn''
That's that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah
High roller, motorola soldier
Tech nine under his polo ass nigga
Don't know his future or his past nigga
But that fast trigger got this die cast
Forty ounce swigger thinking his shit is bigger than mine
Nigga, it's not surprising to find that your state of mind got you
Parking that 63 thousand dollar Lex you flex
Right outside your mother's hard earned 22,000 dollar duplex
You know, the one right next to the projects
Where pseudo elated coke gang created
Crime related manhood got you assed out, nigga
Getting high till you pass out, nigga
Quick way up, fast way out, nigga
How you figure your shit is bigger than mine
These fucked up times and hardcore rhymes
Got you throwing up gang signs
And claiming coasts or shades of color
With shameless boasts of emotionless lovers
That gaze upon that ice that clutter the pendant
Of that religion you do not follow
Your faith has evaporated and made your soul hollow
Childhood dreams turn pharmaceutical schemes
Got you fucking with triple beams
Cap peeling, robbing, and stealing
For a piece of this American pie ass nigga
Ready to die ass nigga, fly ass nigga
Sit you in a cell you'd probably cry ass nigga
How the fuck you figure your shit is bigger than mine
I see you, diamond blinking, Cuban linking and full length minking
All strung out on disillusional thinking
And as the government subsidizes
These laboratory high rises with new chemical surprises
You continue to hide your true self behind movie gangsta disguises
Oblivious to what life's true prize is
Equating your stupidity with the length you think your dick size is
The truth in your eyes is falsified, fabricated
While you sit and wait for your fate to be debated by judges
And juries who've held over four hundred and fifty years worth of grudges
Nigga get back, sit back and rediscover
How to be an honest father, loyal lover, righteous brother
And not just another mother fucking nigga