Poetics: Choose Joy
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Adaptations of the Color Purple
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A brief on adaptations of The Color Purple
Script by Nicole Dixon
Voiceover by Kassandra Timm
Whiteboard animation by Camela Sharp
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cul de sac
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lights flick on
first the nurse
a dialysis veteran
she greets her firefighter husband
coming off a long...and busy shift
one quick kitchen kiss
then away
mo...
Goldilocks, and Beyond
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The thing about 2023 (yes, I'm going straight to talking about a year ago)
is I had to work through a hodgepodge of things already set in motion while
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Dating For Dummies – How To Gain Power Over Men
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Far From BasYc by G.L. Lambert
"G.L. I still don't get it. You need to break down dating like I'm DUMB
because I've read Solving Single [...]
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Jason Tandon
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Born in Hartford, CT in 1975, Jason Tandon is the author of four books of
poetry, including *The Actual World*, *Quality of Life*, and *Give Over the
Hec...
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This is the Country We Live In
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On Valentine’s Day, more than a dozen children attending a perfectly normal
day at a perfectly normal high school in a perfectly normal town in Florida
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hold me to this
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becoming softer after every compromise
brittled and self-destructive, we were charring
into sharper malicious states of being
compressing ourselves into mo...
Life happens...
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My baby boy is 12...
My baby girl almost 1...
Life happened so i did not post anything in forever.
Well Same moonlight for our Dreams is coming back.
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THE JEM MOVIE'S SHANA AND COLORISM
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from a decidedly brown-skinned black girl with a big bouncy purple fro to a
beige biracial "safely black" girl with straight hair
This strikes close to hom...
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Hey there, fighter
it will get brighter.
Take a breath, a little deeper
and bring your faith a little higher.
Remember, you are a leader
not a follower..
M...
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Inhale the yawning frost
let it gather and collect
beside your sleepy heart
drowsy from neglect.
Rest your ghostly frame,
hush her muddled drawl.
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I am loving this one!Sad but so real...storms of life...we must have faith in healing beyond unhealthy guilt. Life is beautiful regardless. Thank you, Ciao.
broken people - yeah - wonder if there are many unbroken people left in todays world…you beautifully capture the brokenness, the hope of finding someone but also the truth that no other human can make us whole again - but maybe help a bit with love, good advice and patience
This is such a powerful and heartbreaking poem..I suspect many of us have been damaged enough in the past, (or present), to identify with this!
I like how you've printed this out...it this something you've submitted to Robb's new poetry card project? I see the one you posted previous to this is the same..in any case, they're great.
Poetry is not my field but this is touching. Great poem. Very poignant.
Everyone has been broken, but the broken ones this poem refers to are those who are reliant on others or a situation for their happiness. I have a strong belief that everyone take full responsibility for their own. That is not to mean you shouldn't use those around you, but you should not be fully reliant upon them. We are our own person.
Thanks for your wonderful comments on my blog!! Look at you, I am so lucky to have come across this site, appreciate your attempt at saving one "broken" person at a time!!
Sadly, modern living breaks us all beyond repair. Lovely presentation...
ReplyDeleteI am loving this one!Sad but so real...storms of life...we must have faith in healing beyond unhealthy guilt. Life is beautiful regardless. Thank you, Ciao.
ReplyDeletebroken people - yeah - wonder if there are many unbroken people left in todays world…you beautifully capture the brokenness, the hope of finding someone but also the truth that no other human can make us whole again - but maybe help a bit with love, good advice and patience
ReplyDeleteI only the broken people could fix each other.
ReplyDeleteAnd welcome to Poets United
Herb Alyette.
This is such a powerful and heartbreaking poem..I suspect many of us have been damaged enough in the past, (or present), to identify with this!
ReplyDeleteI like how you've printed this out...it this something you've submitted to Robb's new poetry card project? I see the one you posted previous to this is the same..in any case, they're great.
Thanks for stopping by my place...
Lynette
Really powerful poem, love it very much!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and love the presentation. Broken people....ahhhh...we all know them. Really lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteAs a former broken person I appreciate the time you guys took to stop by and check this post out...ONE:: (^_^)
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful. how few words can try to express so overwhelming emotions.!!
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Hey! I am a new member at poets united and guess what? I'm in a group with you! So Lets start talkin'
ReplyDeleteVery nice to meet you
Poetry is not my field but this is touching. Great poem. Very poignant.
ReplyDeleteEveryone has been broken, but the broken ones this poem refers to are those who are reliant on others or a situation for their happiness. I have a strong belief that everyone take full responsibility for their own. That is not to mean you shouldn't use those around you, but you should not be fully reliant upon them. We are our own person.
So many truths here.. great poem!
ReplyDeleteAgain very beautiful presentation..
ReplyDeleteNicely put across, very nicely treated..
Different..
Thanks for your wonderful comments on my blog!! Look at you, I am so lucky to have come across this site, appreciate your attempt at saving one "broken" person at a time!!
ReplyDeleteGood job,
Rachana.
ha! what advice - very real... i dig, for sure.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Love it! Love it!
ReplyDeleteI loved this..
ReplyDeletea child's play
And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday mornings and thereafter!
Nice one :-)
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