Tag: african american
member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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July 12, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
She danced away from his eyes when she spoke
Of the green and deep serenity of Vietnam
Because his eyes filled with body bags
And miles of discarded limbs and lives for Sam.
His eyes burned circles . . .
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July 18, 2007 11:19 PM EDT --
If you enjoy poetry, it is obvious that you enjoy or will enjoy willie shakespeare. this is sort of a homage to him, he took the measure of the thing...
He took the measure of the thing . . .
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July 18, 2007 03:34 PM EDT --
I read this poem at my father's funeral.
Spindly, black and ashen legs
Sprouted from brown, high-top shoes,
Rose and lost themselves in baggy blue jean shorts
These silent bell clappers . . .
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July 26, 2007 02:24 AM EDT --
The following lyrics were penned by an old school hip hop artist known as Rakim. In the early days of his career, he was part of a duo named Eric B and Rakim. Eric B was the DJ and Rakim the Emcee. As . . .
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August 06, 2007 04:32 PM EDT --
Burning away the gentle fog of youthful remembrances is the harshness of being a Black man over sixty years old in America. I lost my youth in junior high school when we began the too oft repeated internment . . .
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September 08, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
My parents determined that everyone should perform some form of labor for the good of the family. You may call them chores but we called them jobs and I had one as long ago as I can remember. I had bathroom . . .
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November 12, 2007 01:54 AM EST --
When I was in graduate school, I volunteered to teach at a nearby minimum security prison. Its this poem is a simple narration of something that happened one night. Its not finished so you can help me . . .
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September 11, 2007 07:36 PM EDT --
H. Rap Brown, dark glasses and beret, stood on the roof on a store next to the Dexter Theater and asked the incendiary question: what will a penny buy? The chorus, well attuned to the tragedy . . .
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September 20, 2007 01:10 PM EDT --
We arrived in San Antonio Thursday afternoon and fled directly to the River Walk in search of margaritas, chips and salsa. First, we surrounded the Alamo until we found the list of those who died for those . . .
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August 03, 2007 11:09 PM EDT --
Billion year old carbon, recently renovated
I dreamt I was African, Blood
I even had an original name
I mean, I was resurrected ancient black gentility
We had mastered the stars before
Abraham was . . .
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August 04, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
The wind is visible on the sea
As white-capped servants dancing
Waves rising, rumbling mares
Embraced by the sun’s affirming gaze
The one manifests as many, and the many
As one, . . .
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September 02, 2007 03:22 PM EDT --
One of the more famous streets in the history of the Blues is Maxwell Street in Chicago, Illinois. It may not be as famous as Beale Street but the music we know today as R & B, Rock & Roll, the . . .
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July 12, 2007 01:48 PM EDT --
I am a stranger in the land of my ancestors
Born here and kidnapped from there
Living among stooped refugees from hope’s borderland
Who forlornly grasp risen possibilities barren as Golgotha . . .
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July 19, 2007 03:58 PM EDT --
I came here, invited by a woman who once thought she was in love with me. She told me that I would like it and that those who gather here would enjoy my presence.
I’ve read some . . .
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December 07, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, . . .
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July 17, 2007 05:04 PM EDT --
The Butterfly’s Burden (Arabic & English translation)
Mahmoud Darwish
I am pleased to introduce you to a great contemporary poet, Mahmoud Darwish. First, however, as poets, the following . . .
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October 05, 2007 04:37 PM EDT --
This poem was written years ago as a reflection on the hajj that I performed in 1975. Some think that bakkah might be the first name of Mecca (or as I prefer to spell it: Makka which better represents . . .
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December 07, 2007 02:43 PM EST --
Their city as metaphor:
The New World
Shone brightly in their sleepy eyes
Such that those who built it, willingly and not,
Became invisible as black . . .
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August 26, 2007 02:51 PM EDT --
Mi nombre es Jesus, mi hermanos y mi hermanas
I am from Lower California.
And I now work the land that once belonged to us.
But I am without the benefit of papers
So you think my Christian name is . . .
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October 07, 2007 11:13 PM EDT --
This poem is a conjunction of spectral analysis and the all too casual misnomers of race and color. If you hear anger, it is to sustain your interest not batter your politics. There are no answers provided . . .
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