Wednesday, August 16, 2017

She Is The Girl by Angelica Grace Lee

She Is The Girl

She is the girl with a wild imagination
Hears the countryside calling her name
Who is impulsive, who couldn’t care less
About what the others thought of her

She is the girl who hates the city life
Done with the photoshopped world
The one who will leave it all behind one day
For her green and brown haven

She is the girl who cannot fathom
That if humans are born naturally good
Why we let this terrible world reign our lives
The one who wishes for mother nature to rule

Yet she is the girl who is praised for her brain
She knows a lot, but what good is that
If her knowledge won’t get her that far
In a place where she will never be good enough

She is the girl with many friends
But friendship is not what she wants
For all she wants is to run away
And scream her troubles to the stars

She is the girl who is often misunderstood
The one who no one really knows
Who no one can compare normalcy to
She is me




BIO: My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell High School. I am passionate about giving back to my community and would like to major in cognitive science, psychology, or legal studies in college. Currently I am a San Francisco Police Activities League Senior Cadet Sergeant as well as an intern for SFPD's CSI Unit. In my spare time I run a Facebook group called "Kindness in the Darkness" where I share heartwarming acts of kindness in hopes of brightening the days of those who may be suffering dark times. I have been the creator and administrator of “Kindness in the Darkness” since 2011. I also enjoy writing poetry and composing song lyrics. 

Monday, August 14, 2017

July 26, 1881 by Michael Ceraolo

July 26, 1881

Garfield:

Science "is the literature of God
written on the stars---the trees---the rocks---
and more important because [of]
its marked utilitarian character"
Today an outstanding man of science,
Alexander Graham Bell, the man
whose marvelous invention the telephone
Crete and I saw demonstrated
at the Centennial Exposition,
brought an invention he calls the
"induction balance bullet detector"
to the Executive Mansion
and Dr. Bliss used it to try
to find the bullet inside me
Dr. Bliss was unsuccessful

Guiteau:

"They always took me
for a gentleman"


"This is another from his work Eighty Days, dramatic monologues by Garfield and Guiteau for each of the days covering the period from the day Guiteau shot Garfield until the day Garfield died."


Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a 59-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet and baseball fan.

The Art and Craft of Poetry by Joanne Olivieri


The Art and Craft of Poetry by Joanne Olivieri published by PPP Ezine.


Monday, August 7, 2017

My Bodyguard by Paula Hackett

Listen to Paula Hackett's My Bodyguard. spoken word poetry by clicking the link below.



My Bodyguard 

Losing balance
losing my balance
across the floor
or against a wall.
My body follows along
always finding a structure to hit, slide or crawl across. 
Something is tipping the balance.
The brain a likely culprit.
Or maybe gravity itself having a little fun with me. 
Maybe life is trying to kick itself free from me.
But before a decision is made, a diagnosis, a doctor 
or a way to nail down my balance is decided, 
maybe a new event will take place.
My balance and I will join together as
we float, glide, and prepare for our body to
take us dancing, one step after another.


BIO: Paula Hackett's poetry is influenced by her life experiences growing up in Berkeley during the vibrant and explosive 60's. The daughter of novelist Paul Hackett, she studied under John Beecher, Angela Davis and Grover Sales. She has written lyrics in collaboration with her brother John Hackett, for many great jazz composers including Teddy Edwards, John Handy, Ivan Lins, Joe Sample, Eddie 'Cleanhead' Vinson, and Cedar Walton. Her life long love of jazz is reflected in her many poems about musicians and in her CDs with pianists Rudi Wongozi and Connie Crothers. 

Sunday, August 6, 2017

July 5, 1881 by Michael Ceraolo

 July 5, 1881

Garfield:

"History is but the unrolled scroll of Prophecy"


Guiteau:

As I have now entered History,
I will enter on the Record
how I compose my Prophecies:

"I weave the discourse out of my brain
as cotton is woven into a fabric
When I compose my brain is in a white heat,
and my mind works like lightning"
A fine example of that work would be
what has come to be known to History
as the Garfield vs. Hancock speech,
a speech I gave once to great effect
That speech, and all my writings
"I write so rapidly I can hardly read it . . .
I divest myself of all unnecessary clothing
I eat and sleep mechanically"



***"This poem is from Eighty Days, dramatic monologues for each of the days from July 2nd through September 19th, the period from the day when President James Garfield was shot by Charles Guiteau to the day he died."***

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Red by Angelica Grace Lee

Red by Angelica Grace Lee

Red

The color of blood gushing out of unrequited love
The skin of sour red grapes shattering a crystal glass
The perfect rose that sickens the poor man’s dearest
The feathers of a phoenix after rising from the ashes

A fire lit by desire burning bright in the gloomy forest
A distorted tomato before shaped by the hands of fear
A rush in the veins when touched by an Earth angel
A Ferrari driving down the street without an ending

The brilliance of an anthurium on a sunny Sunday morning
The scarlet fever that makes a woman’s beauty fade
The scent of redwood trees in a city girl's dreams
The brightness of a ruby containing the heart's emotions

Red

BIO: My name is Angelica Grace Lee and I am a senior at Lowell High School. I am passionate about social justice and would like to major in sociology or legal studies in college. Currently I am a San Francisco Police Activities League Senior Cadet Sergeant as well as an intern for SFPD's CSI Unit. In my spare time I run a Facebook group called "Kindness in the Darkness" where I share heartwarming acts of kindness in hopes of brightening the days of those who may be suffering dark times. I also like to write poetry as well as read social critique novels. 



Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Summer Night by Blanca Alicia Garza

Summer Night 

Sleepless on a warm
Summer night in August 
wondering if your 
hands can touch me
like your words did,
if with every touch,
every whisper, every
caress you could 
feed my starving soul.
The thought of your
fingers running through
my skin awakens the 
wild woman inside of me,
blowing my imagination 
and making my heart 
beat fast, but it's
just a thought, maybe 
just a beautiful dream 
on a warm  Summer night...
when I look beside me 
I just see an empty space,
and that shreds my heart.

Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's work can be found in  The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.