Sarah Kay spoken-word poetry: If I should have a daughter …

I love this poem by Sarah Kay and wanted to share it with you…

One More Time

One More Time

Marked by the Muse

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”
— Maya Angelou

Today, trust that you can create the change that is calling within you one more time.

You can create your dreams come true one more time.

You can trust your creative spirit is leading you one more time.

You can have faith that what you envision is in process of becoming one more time.

You can gather the courage to create what your inner whispers are urging one more time.

You can take one more step one more time.

You can believe that your journey will yield the fruits of your heart one more time.

You can imagine that those blooms will become the fragrance of joy within your everyday life one more time.

You can remember you are here for a purpose one more time.

You can honor the value – your value – that you bring to others one more time.

You can share those inner whispers with the world, instead of holding them mute inside you one more time.

You can have confidence that you hear the voice of your Spirit and are following its guidance one more time.

You can be free now by singing your song today one more time.

You can draw from the well of strength deep within your spirit one more time, to live one more day and become one step closer to being who you truly are.

You are unique and your finger print proves it.

Today, is about celebrating you one more time.

Tomorrow you begin to continue one more time…

I repeat you by Ingrid Jonker

Ingrid Jonker (19 September 1933 – 19 July 1965) was a South African poet. Although she wrote in Afrikaans, her poems have been widely translated into other languages. Ingrid Jonker has reached iconic status in South Africa and is often called the South African Sylvia Plath, owing to the intensity of her work and the tragic course of her turbulent life. Her work has also been compared to that of Anne Sexton. During the night of 19 July 1965, Jonker went to the beach at Three Anchor Bay in Cape Town where she walked into the sea and committed suicide by drowning.

No excuse

Get your creative juices flowing…

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No excuse

by Samantha Reynolds

Don’t tell me
you are not inspired.

That is no excuse.

Creativity doesn’t land;
it is earned.

So wrench your eyelids open
cackle at the keyboard
stomp your feet

LONGING

 

 LONGING

 

I long to return where my heart’s song began

The quaint city by the ocean I once knew so well

How I long to play along her sugar white shore

Swim in her ocean as deep and as blue as my longing

I long to jump up and down amidst her ocean floor with it’s scattered sea shells that tumble and stumble, all the while, tickling the tips of my toes

Crash about in her ocean waves as if I were a discarded cork, bobbing freely, just me…

 

 

©2011  Angela C. Soelzer Ragosa

 

“After a Very Long Difficult Day” By Brenda Hillman

You talk to your loved ones
at night. It is a kind of modernism:
color sees into you, thinks a warm
path, a tint of meaning brought
from how you feel. Then, you are double:

Infant Father by William Wenthe

Birth

You entered screaming, anointed
with blood and vernix—
our tempestuous goddess,
weighed, cleaned, rubbed, recorded
by your priestess-nurses.
When I held you in my hands,
I was the small one.

new dress by Anya Silver

Hello, lovely disguise. Come swing short and loose

around my thighs. Cowl my neckline, let my throat

rise out of your yellow folds like a virgin.

Cup my shoulders; cling to my breasts so closely

that my skin accepts you, sister, knit and pieced

by strangers’ hands, but closer to my body

“Mad Girl’s Love Song”

― Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

An Unsown Seed

Unsown Seed

by Chaka Sichangi

 

Stubborn,
Like your eyes will you have the traits of your father?
Visionary,
Destined a legend will you be like my father?
Maya’s phenomenal, a genius like your grand-mother,
I can’t help but wonder…..
What will be your life’s path…my child?

So much to teach you,
So much to learn from you,
So much to tell you but not enough time for the telling,
All my love to give yet not enough for the showing,
See…I can’t help but wonder…
Will I be the ‘world’s greatest dad’?