Poetry Visualized

VISUAL POETRY

When i am saying : "All is in silence, All is good" i do not mean: "Ignore the reality we are living in." No. All i am saying is: Break the Bad habit by replacing it with a new, Better one. Have the awareness of the true state this world is in, help the ones affected by it, but do not FOCUS endlessly on all the NEGATIVITY. Instead: feel, taste, smell this world as already HEALED, as in "fake it fake it till you make it", while at the same time taking ACTIONS towards this same state. +

REMNANTS

Remnants by Jo Salmoretti Original Poem

Yesterday's hearts once flowed free here
Living out lives, sharing
People places, held so dear
Family, friends, abundant caring

Old walls do speak, you must see
Beyond the darkness and empty space
Listen close that which holds the key
To its history, once full of grace

Time stops for one one, this we know
The sun will rise, the oceans tide
Mortality is given and then lets go
Even hidden among this country side

Remnants of once before
Cob webbed shadows, take in light
Broken stones still mark a door
and the souls that which have taken flight

Dramatic and Desolate, yet beauty remained
Against the blue-grey sky
Its proven existence, still contained
Marks to ponder and ask why

Why this reminder of shattered pieces left behind
It's here to stay, to let it show
Life was once, so call to mind
What shall forever remain in moons glow.
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Tuning Out

New video poem utilizing an old soundtrack (spoken poem plus live-improvised instrumentation), recorded in 1995 and found archival and personal footage; an homage to Telstar and an oblique critique of \\\"mass media monomania infopropaganda\\\".

Khwaab

A Kashmiri woman is waiting for her husband from across the border. The day comes when he finally arrives. She welcomes him with a lot of fervour. They eat together after a long time. But this contentment is not there to stay for long.

Avon and Author Tomeka Rocquelle Davis

See Author Tomeka Rocquelle Davis as she demonstrates using her favorite Avon products while featuring her latest work--her books and spoken word album, "Whisper In Your Ear"

The Greatest Of These Is War by James Weldon Johnson

A poem dedicated to the mad warmonger Obama. This poem has 5 characters; the narrator, Famine, Pestilence, War, & Satan. Performed at the Left Coast Wine Bar in Glendale CA during their Sunday night open mic, July 11, 2011.

Around the council-board of Hell, with Satan at their head,
The Three Great Scourges of humanity sat.
Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek and voice, arose and spoke,�
�O, Prince, I have stalked the earth,
And my victims by ten thousands I have slain,
I have smitten old and young.
Mouths of the helpless old moaning for bread, I have filled with dust;
And I have laughed to see a crying babe tug at the shriveling breast
Of its mother, dead and cold.
I have heard the cries and prayers of men go up to a tearless sky,
And fall back upon an earth of ashes;
But, heedless, I have gone on with my work.
�Tis thus, O, Prince, that I have scourged mankind.�

And Satan nodded his head.

Pale Pestilence, with stenchful breath, then spoke and said,�
�Great Prince, my brother, Famine, attacks the poor.
He is most terrible against the helpless and the old.
But I have made a charnel-house of the mightiest cities of men.
When I strike, neither their stores of gold or of grain avail.
With a breath I lay low their strongest, and wither up their fairest.
I come upon them without warning, lancing invisible death.
From me they flee with eyes and mouths distended;
I poison the air for which they gasp, and I strike them down fleeing.
�Tis thus, great Prince, that I have scourged mankind.�

And Satan nodded his head.

Then the red monster, War, rose up and spoke,�
His blood-shot eyes glared �round him, and his thundering voice
Echoed through the murky vaults of Hell.�
�O, mighty Prince, my brothers, Famine and Pestilence,
Have slain their thousands and ten thousands,�true;
But the greater their victories have been,
The more have they wakened in Man�s breast
The God-like attributes of sympathy, of brotherhood and love
And made of him a searcher after wisdom.
But I arouse in Man the demon and the brute,
I plant black hatred in his heart and red revenge.
From the summit of fifty thousand years of upward climb
I haul him down to the level of the start, back to the wolf.
I give him claws.
I set his teeth into his brother�s throat.
I make him drunk with his brother�s blood.
And I laugh ho! ho! while he destroys himself.
O, mighty Prince, not only do I slay,
But I draw Man hellward.�

And Satan smiled, stretched out his hand, and said,�
�O War, of all the scourges of humanity, I crown you chief.�

And Hell rang with the acclamation of the Fiends.

John Trudell

John Trudell Poetry

John Trudell

John Trudell Poetry

John Trudell

John Trudell Poetry

Valentine\'s Day Graphics Contest

A collection of entries from the 2010 Valentine's Day Graphics Challenge on GBGF.