Saturday, 28 February 2015
Sunday, 8 February 2015
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
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
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
Sunday, 1 February 2015
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
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
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
Sarah K, One of my favourite poets
One of my favourite poets is Sarah Kay.. Do you know who she is? She said that she writes poems to help her get through trials in life, and so do I, when I can't express myself, when something is bothering me I write poetry and I have never left a poem incomplete, I just can't do it even if it means I have to stay up til dawn. let my give you an experience:
I'm not the most consoling person and this one time my friend was going through a rough path. Her life seemed to be falling apart and she came to me to vent and I just stood there not knowing what to do. I tried prayer., I tried crying with her, I tried telling her that everything will be okay but everything made her more sad which killed me. When she left I felt bad because I saw it in her eyes, I knew that she wanted more... So I wrote her a poem. The next day I read it for her and I got that look that I was looking for, I got that , "Carisa your'e a true friend kinda look" . The look that makes me value what I do. Note that she is the only friend I read for, but that will change not with The Word Korner.
Sarah Kay poetry: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0snNB1yS3IE
here is the poem I wrote for my friend
I'm not the most consoling person and this one time my friend was going through a rough path. Her life seemed to be falling apart and she came to me to vent and I just stood there not knowing what to do. I tried prayer., I tried crying with her, I tried telling her that everything will be okay but everything made her more sad which killed me. When she left I felt bad because I saw it in her eyes, I knew that she wanted more... So I wrote her a poem. The next day I read it for her and I got that look that I was looking for, I got that , "Carisa your'e a true friend kinda look" . The look that makes me value what I do. Note that she is the only friend I read for, but that will change not with The Word Korner.
Sarah Kay poetry: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0snNB1yS3IE
here is the poem I wrote for my friend
SPEECH OF THE HEART
why is there always
bad news?
something is always
wrong
and i always feel so
down
it's like i'm drowning
in an ocean of pain
with nothing but
disappointment left to gain
when did i get here
and why
do i always have to be
forcing not to cry
still all the tears i
keep stay inside
Building a cocoon
under my heart where they hide
to everyone I’m miss
bubbly and happy
but nobody knows the
pain that hides inside me
and would they even
care
i look around and i
see nobody here
but scalpers and con
artist of devotion
to friendship they
have no emotion
at the end of it all
i have to catch myself
if i ever fall
but this is too much
for one person handle
and I’m starting to
crumble
falling off the edge
with all this bad news
Does anyone want to
borrow my shoes?
Lend me theirs for
just one day
so from this pain i
can get away
but i guess i'll have
to deal with it
Create my own way out
of this shit
until then,i
must stand tall
must never let them
see me fall
it's not gonna be easy
and might take a while
but my outer
impression
will always rock that smile!!!
at the end of it all
will always rock that smile!!!
Awesome Movie - Things never said
If you are into poetry you must watch (Things Never Said) it's about An aspiring poet in a troubled marriage sparks with a new man who helps her find her artistic voice. I've seen this about 5 times and it never gets old, I think Omari Hardwrick sexy but that's not the reason I watched it 5 times. I listen to her words the way she puts them together in a metaphoric way that I think you need to high to do lol. The 'she' I'm referring to is Shanola Hampton the main character, this movie is low budget but if you're into poetry it is definitely worth the watch and your time. Ps.Omari's poem in the end is #perfect. lol
Here is a link to the trailer: Things Never Said Trailer
so get it on DVD or livestream now...
I'm going to watch it now....again!!!
Introduction: The Word Korner
Hi there everyone! Welcome to my blog "The Word Korner". This blog was created for my Communication via Social Networking class but it is something I wanted to do for a very long time, I was just too shy. I am a closeted poet and according to my loved ones and pairs I have potential. should I believe them? I guess you will be the judge. I remember the first poem I wrote which was when I was in primary school, I forgot my book bag in school and being the nerd that I was and still is I wanted to do something to replace my home work which was due for the next day. So my dad had this great idea for me to write a poem, it was about colours I can't remember it word for word but it started off, "Different colours represents". blue is for the sky #duhhh
When I took the poem to class my teacher didn't read it right away she actually took about a month. Everyday I would ask annoyingly "Miss yuh read the ting?" "Miss yuh read the ting?" Until one day she had that spear time, maybe she was going to trash it? Hey I never thought of that... lol. #notcoolmiss
I remembered my entire class and random teachers and students in the school complimenting me which was weird for me because I wasn't a noticed student, but it boasted my confidence.
I started writing more, just for no one to read or hear. By adulthood I began writing more frequent for functions at my lame OJT job, for weddings etc.
Being good with words is something I got from my dad (he sings Calypso/Extempo) and being shy is something I got from my mom, not a good combination if you want to be recognized and put yourself out there, I guess that's why they didn't make it (lol). #totalopposites.
So this semester I'm going to challenge myself, not only am I going to post videos, documents, audio with my poetry but I intend to do Spoken Word poetry only which if you didn't already know takes alot of confidence if you want to get your message across. There are many other types of poetry which I will post a list of but I will focus on spoken word. Something that is new to me. Wish me luck and dont forget to lookout of my twitter account Facebook page and YouTube page. I hope you enjoy my blog.
When I took the poem to class my teacher didn't read it right away she actually took about a month. Everyday I would ask annoyingly "Miss yuh read the ting?" "Miss yuh read the ting?" Until one day she had that spear time, maybe she was going to trash it? Hey I never thought of that... lol. #notcoolmiss
I remembered my entire class and random teachers and students in the school complimenting me which was weird for me because I wasn't a noticed student, but it boasted my confidence.
I started writing more, just for no one to read or hear. By adulthood I began writing more frequent for functions at my lame OJT job, for weddings etc.
Being good with words is something I got from my dad (he sings Calypso/Extempo) and being shy is something I got from my mom, not a good combination if you want to be recognized and put yourself out there, I guess that's why they didn't make it (lol). #totalopposites.
So this semester I'm going to challenge myself, not only am I going to post videos, documents, audio with my poetry but I intend to do Spoken Word poetry only which if you didn't already know takes alot of confidence if you want to get your message across. There are many other types of poetry which I will post a list of but I will focus on spoken word. Something that is new to me. Wish me luck and dont forget to lookout of my twitter account Facebook page and YouTube page. I hope you enjoy my blog.
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