At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
~Plato~
Poetry
Def Poetry – rafael casal – Barbie & Ken 101 – YouTube.
I know there are many teachers here at Tales. This is for you. May all your students be this creative and challenging. Yes, he will swear , walk out of your classroom, and accept an F with no problem. You’ll have to listen to know why. Lou
Wiki:
(Born August 8, 1985) is an American writer, performance poet, recording artist, educator, playwrite and founding member of The Getback. Over his young career, Casal has been praised and awarded internationally for his poetry, featured by major print and web editorials for his music, has directed numerous theater productions and film shorts, and taught creative writing and performance to high school and University undergraduate students. His work has been featured by networks like HBO and MTV, and he has performed at hundreds of venues and University campuses throughout the country and beyond. Rafael has shared the stage with the likes of Common, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, KRS-ONE, Floetry, Kanye West, Saul Williams, Alanis Morissette, De La Soul, Dead Prez, George Clinton, Carole King, Lauryn Hill & numerous others, performing in front of crowds of up to 30,000. His career in numerous different artistic mediums orbit his foundation in writing and storytelling, often documenting narratives and experiences from his origins in the Bay Area, California, and his travels.
Omar Musa – My Generation – YouTube.
Wiki:
Omar bin Musa (born 9 January 1984) is a poet and rapper from Queanbeyan, New South Wales, Australia. He won the Australian Poetry Slam in 2008 and the Indian Ocean Poetry Slam in 2009. He has released two solo hip hop records (The Massive EP and World Goes to Pieces), two self published books (The Clocks and Parang) and a self titled album with international hip hop group MoneyKat. He is set to publish his debut novel “Here Come the Dogs” through Penguin Books (Australia) in 2012/2013.
Omar Musa is best known for his political hip hop lyrics and his poems My Generation, Fireflies and CAPITAL LETTERS.
Early Life
Musa is the son of Australian arts journalist Helen Musa and Malaysian poet Musa bin Masran. He studied at the Australian National University and the University of California, Santa Cruz.
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- In Amsterdam – Omar Musa (allaussiehiphop.com)
In Amsterdam – Omar Musa – YouTube.
Wiki:
Omar bin Musa (born 9 January 1984) is a poet and rapper from Queanbeyan, New South Wales, Australia. He won the Australian Poetry Slam in 2008 and the Indian Ocean Poetry Slam in 2009. He has released two solo hip hop records (The Massive EP and World Goes to Pieces), two self published books (The Clocks and Parang) and a self titled album with international hip hop group MoneyKat. He is set to publish his debut novel “Here Come the Dogs” through Penguin Books (Australia) in 2012/2013.
Omar Musa is best known for his political hip hop lyrics and his poems My Generation, Fireflies and CAPITAL LETTERS.
Early Life
Musa is the son of Australian arts journalist Helen Musa and Malaysian poet Musa bin Masran. He studied at the Australian National University and the University of California, Santa Cruz.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnqXomQEwRs
Lyrics:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
From Pink Floyd’s 1975 album, “Wish You Were Here”.
From Eric the wonderful poet. Please see his site at:
http://ericgale2010.wordpress.com/2013/01/27/of-loves-embrace/
Of Love’s Embrace
Hero’s teach and
angels reach and
friends cover us
when we’re cold
Bold, I find we fall so
when we’re not too tall glow
in a brother’s shadow
the clan’s reminder
Remainders of love
those strains of song
that sung in the wind
a loose leafed binder
Swirls the ground of memory
an image held in future’s face
this lace of love’s embrace
“Hold me when I miss you”
A phantom’s tear drops
part the silence rung by mist
blissed, the chimes timed
find the calling echoes kissed
e
Empty-handed I entered
the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going —
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish.
Kozan Ichikyo 1360
Flashes of peevish smiles and cockled brows wither on ashen walls. Indelible memories of battered hearts bleed through when darkness falls. Distorted laughter resides in the parlor were bilious men drenched in Old Fitzgerald jaw. Crimson cinders ablase burn fetid remains where noxious cloaks hang to thaw. Enchanting silhouettes draped in fine costume bestow puffs of sugary perfume while ravenous eyes count out their shillings fall prey to impending doom.
Elaine Byrne
Home
I dance though flaming embers by the moon lit sky. I run through freezing wind bare feet on shale ground watching bewildered faces as I skirr the beaten earth. I splash in rain filled puddles to clean my feet on jagged stone. I whirl through thorny branches surrounding trees I gallivant. I sing fair tales of the heart and sleep in feathered beds leaving only traces of my soul where I lay my head.
Elaine Byrne
Blending with the wind, snow falls;
Blending with the snow, the wind blows.
By the hearth I stretch out my legs,
Idling my time away, confined in this hut.
Counting the days, I find that February, too,
Blending with the snow, the wind blows.
By the hearth I stretch out my legs,
Idling my time away, confined in this hut.
Counting the days, I find that February, too,
Has come and gone like a dream. Ryokan
— at Kinkaku-ji temple, Kyoto.
