Black Poetry : A Poet's Plea

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Legacy21, Sep 4, 2002.

  1. Legacy21

    Legacy21 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    In light of recent events in the Detroit poetry community, and the decension that has taken place I dedicate this to every poet who has forgotten what this art is truly about....


    Poetry done went gangsta yall
    The Muse done took off her skirt and put on a pair of Timbos
    She scats machine gun funk with metaphors
    Cause now stanzas become artillery for a war
    Similes silence souls
    As the slithers of shattered thought
    Fly through third eyes blind
    Poets perpetuate poisonous prose
    Instead of peace
    Alliteration is the assassination of sound
    While verbs twist truth in states of mangled meanings
    Bombs bombard blasted blown out brains
    Where the blood of another victim of a poet beat down
    Decorates my soul’s window pane
    I stand outside in the rain
    Bathing in my own tears
    Watching another poet pluck apart our collective dreams
    Every time you step to the mic
    To desecrate another divine being
    Malice
    Greed
    Pride
    Envy
    Hypocrisy
    Gossip
    Hatred
    Seven deadly sins
    Committed with the tongue and the pen
    May God take back his gift
    Before we waste another second of life
    Living as heathens instead of gods
    We are the evils of the flesh manifest
    Making high claims to righteousness
    Yet surrendering to a heart full of ill will and pettiness
    What happened to the love that once bound the artistic community?
    What happened to the sense of unity?
    What have we done to offend one another?
    My heart aches every time I see another grim face
    Or frowns of contempt and distaste
    I’m tired of backstabbing whispers
    Forked tongued lies
    Let’s just be real
    If you must kill me
    Do it in the open and out loud
    Take those spikes driven through your wrists
    And nail me to the same cross
    With eyes wide open
    So I can see the serpent inside of you
    Let me apply the same whip to your back
    That was lashed against mine
    Come off that stage
    Let’s get raw and thump right here
    Eye for an eye
    Tooth for a tooth
    Ear for an ear
    Like Tyson and Holyfield
    My soul wearies of the treachery and hypocrisy
    How dare we disrespect the sacredness of the arts?
    When God freely gave these gifts to the griots of pure heart
    Understand this talent is not your own
    We are merely stewards of a gift
    Intended to heal, restore, and uplift
    Who the hell do we think we are?
    Acting like super stars
    When we have actually fallen from the pedestals
    Of our own wicked imaginations
    Sliced our throats on our own fallacies
    Never realizing the tragedy we have wrought
    Our souls sold and bought
    On the emptiness of our own distorted thoughts
    I feel like Brother Baraka
    Our poems are ********
    If they don’t have any other purpose
    Than to scourge and abuse one another
    We must realize that we are lovers
    The sons and daughters of lovers
    Beautiful Ones
    Not yet conscious of the divinity that lies inside
    Denounce the mask that Brother Langston
    Knew disguised the cries of our lost souls
    Let no more poems be written
    Until we can purge our souls of hatred
    Let no more words be wasted in open mic melees
    Until our minds are cleansed of carnality
    People this is the sad reality
    That we have become casualties
    Of our own self inflicted maladies
    So let us no longer be known as POETS
    Until we can respect and appreciate the God in us all
    And earn the right to pick up a pen once more
    Cause if we don’t then tell me
    What the hell are we writing for?
     
  2. Reason

    Reason Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Legacy

    Feeling your art ma... In reference to what you said about the Poetic community in Detroit I would love it if you broke that down for me... Im sure we have noticed some of the same things.

    Holla at cha bwoy
    Reas
     
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    Legacy21,
    I'm feeling you very deeply on this.
    I believe this is the result of "competitions" involving poetry, i.e slams and the like. Groupies for one artist tearing down another. The art of combining and structuring words giving way to a popularity contest based on popular themes instead of written ideas. The art of poetry losing ground with each prize...with each snap of the fingers.

    BE
     
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    This is one reason I stopped doing the poetry circuit...No more stages and lights for me.......no more slams....or open mics....I had too many bad experiences.......

    Now I sponsor private poetry gatherings with just a few friends...
     
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    Peace

    Thanks for the feedback everyone, I am only hoping that really talented individuals and those seeking reception and enlightement in the arts will not be driven off by the foolishness and ugliness of others who think they are masters of the arts. I just want the love to return to the art, or it's not worth doing, you know?

    Peace
     
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    "Until we can respect and appreciate the God in us..."

    are we following the footsteps of RAP...HIPHOP? hmmm.

    NOT I said the ebony hue'd brutha from the fields and streams of the SIP.:)

    loving the flow of this, Legacy.

    let the river flow.
     
  7. alyce

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    I enjoy the poetry readings that are performed for the pure appreciation of the art. I enjoy audiences that come to receive "word", they come with expectations of a blessing. Slams have never appealed to my taste. In my humble opinion, poetry and the performing of it should have never been reduced to a competition that causes schisms. We are not in opposing gangs divided by geography. We have sports to serve that more basic purpose.

    This is high art we're bringing to the table. And many who profess to be poets have never read a line of literature available in the library. Raw talent is wonderful... but it's also good to know the craft. Being original is excellent, but it's also important to know the difference between soul-filled flow... and flow just for show.

    That's all I have on the matter. I'm feeling all of this heah.

    alyce
     
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    Legacy21,

    Let me say this that no matter what another cat says does proses or thinks he/she know-es you have serious and I mean trauma unit serious talent. keep blessing, my spirit is drinking the poetical libations. peace.

    blak
     
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