On A More Personal Note

There have been requests for more spiritual and or personal poems. As my older brother often tells me, closed mouths don't get fed. If your mouth is open, well then:
Coming to the stage,

Psychology major and junior at FAU,
Merlyndia Bellevue.

Note: I started to make another attempt at being funny but changed my mind. Poetry Fix is for the readers interpretation unless of course a poem is too straight forward for it to mean anything other then what is said. I’ll let Ms. Bellevue tell her poem.


True Confessions
So tell me…
These thoughts have been weighing on my mind heavily…
Is it the way he walks
Or the way he talks
Is it his seductive smile
Or his funky hairstyle
Is it his tempting bedroom eyes
And how they speak your lies
Is it his passionate voice
That allows you to rejoice
Is it his tender touch
Electrifying sensations never felt as such
Is it the way he calls your name
Forcing your whole body to inflame
Is it his sex appeal
Such intrigue you try to unseal
Is it his enthusiasm
That is able to make a stranger feel so welcome
Is it his tender heart
That caused you to tear us apart
Is it his boyish charm
Reassuring you he's incapable of harm
Is it the way he looks at you
So powerful, he sees through
Is it the way he's able to compose such beautiful lyrics
Associating your every move with rhythmics
Is it his love for foreign cars
Why you took our hope to be one off the radars
Is it because he knew you before me
That provoked you to react so slyly
Is it because he simply exist
Causing you to persist
Is it because he wanted me first
Why you made him coerced
Is it so hard for you to see the harm you've caused
Both forced to silence and our emotions paused

As for those of you who feel deprived, please do the poll on your left hand side (if it is not listed, e-mail me) or to be even more progressive, send in some of your own poetry. Anne Frank comes to my remembrance, when she says, how wonderful it is that one does not have to wait to change the world. And neither does anyone have to wait to change Poetry Fix. But I must be honest this isn’t a complete democracy or poetocracy (lol, funny? no?...aww).

Peace

Peace, Love and Poetry

Number two,



Jasmine “SwEEt VenoM” Bailey, a Pre-Med major at FAU and my Unadulterated Poets co-founder with her poem:

Heaven’s Gates

What would happen if we could pay our way to heavens gates,
Escape the sin we lived in by the dividends we made all added up to a
sum at the end of our days?
What would happen if we could pay for our sins like life fees
Who would we find in heaven after people were deceased?
The guilty, yet wealthy catholic priests
Or the millionaire rapper that died at the hand of the gang that he
leads?

What would happen if there was no harvest to reap after sewn seeds
Or if good deeds didn’t matter,
But dreams of heaven were shattered
By the mere lack of zeros at the end of our checks
Yet Ms. Engage in pre-marital sex is next in line for her angel wings
And so she sings a song with uneven pitches and tones of superiority
Because being high in the clouds was her only priority
Yet she knew she didn’t have to abide by the word that she heard
Because she had the funds to compensate for her deeds
So if we could pay our way to heavens gates, where would most of us be?

And it’s so easy to say that if this concept was a reality your
mentality would be to make as much money as possible
100,000 dollars for that time you broke the commandment "thou shall not
kill"
Because you killed someone's character
Cocked back your tongue and fired off a round of insults into the heart
of their integrity
And then 50,000 bucks for the next time you did this more readily
And steadily the stack of bills you've accumulated have you in
spiritual debt
And you need a quick plan cuz your life may be next
So you continue to sell a piece of your soul as a loan to Satan
And then end up hating your choice cuz you're back at the starting
point

So we should be glad the only way that our fate equals those golden
gates is by the way we live
By how much we give,
And no I don’t mean giving money because I'd trade financial stability
for an ounce of humility
Or six figure checks to live by at least six commandments correct
I'd even trade all of my poetry lyrics in exchange for the fruits of
the spirit
Then I wouldn’t need any Broward General Nurses
I'd heal my body with a few Bible verses
Cuz life is in the word and the word is in Him
But in this day and age we're more concerned with rims and timbs That
we think we can buy our way to heavens gates
But we have to remember, all the money in the world can’t erase your
sin
Can’t give you a clean slate
Can’t go back in time and take back that apple they ate
So money can’t fix this
The only way to heavens gates is to be spiritually rich!

Open Mic

Ready for your first fix?

Mic Check

Coming to the stage, English major and Alpha Nu Omega Christian Fraternity Inc. member



Steven Francois “performing” Christ Saved My Life:

I went to the store to buy a box of chocolate, my mind was so tainted and twisted I couldn’t fathom it.
Jesus Christ hath saved my soul, see too much hip-hop is bad for your soul, too much culture is like mind control,
in Christ we live free not bound by mens traditions, let your eyes read the word so your heart can keep a listen, truly now this is what hip hop is missing, that real truth music bang ya head with no dissing, stop snitching? what a motto, I stopped to listen, listen a little closer you can hear the snakes hissing. Fake phony phonics dudes still on they infancy, the true Christians went to the battlefield with the infantry. What’s the mystery, that’s the punch line. Jesus reveals his secrets to you if you swing in and stop by.
Christ saved my life
Jesus Christ hath saved my soul, too much hip-hop is bad for your soul, too much culture is like mind control
you blend in with the world like army fatigue, you need to rest in Jesus if you’re feeling fatigue, double the heart, and im living twice, but you don’t understand the cost cause you didn’t pay the price. your food was not heated (heated has a double meaning for on fire for God and warm food) cause you still in that ice, (ice has a double meaning for jewelry and cold) your mind was not cultured cause you still got that lice, a parasitic bug with mouthparts adapt for sucking, it took away your true meat and now you’re just a hotlink.
Christ saved my life
Christ hath saved my soul, too much hip hop is bad for your soul, too much culture is like mind control


NOTE: In the coming blogs I plan to get some audio to accompany the printed word.

So What is Spoken Word?

I wanted to introduce myself in an unconventional way, get all colorful with my words and say something in 20 words that could be said just as well, if not better in five. But it may not come out as well as it seems like it should so, simply—Hello, My Name is Cierra. OK, so I’m not naturally funny but can I get some props for trying? (Waits for props…) I’m still waiting but I understand this age wants things now. Very well, I will instantly gratify you.

I want to bring you poetry, to those of you who think it must be this classical drone that can never be satisfyingly interpreted and to those of you who know the kind of poetry I’m talking about.



Now that's spoken word.

For those of you who like it formal, and want to know my qualifications, I’ve been writing poetry since seventh grade and started writing spoken word or performance poetry in 10th grade. I’m a freshman in college majoring in multimedia journalism, so please don’t ask me to do the math. Anyway, I was in the spoken word poetry club which doubled as a spoken word poetry troupe, Underground Poets, at my high school, Piper High in Sunrise, Florida. The club became pretty famous in the county.

This unconventional art form brought food to the table that was missing from all of our plates, and unfortunately still is. But to continue the legacy, as all great teachers hope you will do, I put all that I had learned of poetry into application (thanks in large part to Underground Poets club sponsor and teacher Mr. Kanno) and founded one of the newest clubs on Florida Atlantic University’s Boca campus, Unadulterated Poets, with my co-founder Jasmine “SwEEt VenoM” Bailey. Why Unadulterated?

The club got its name from simply a display of the poets’ willingness to just speak. Spoken word poetry has a way of turning shy, awkward individuals fearless. It offers inhibition and a new level of consciousness. If you are unaware of what I mean, I admonish you to stick around the poetry lounge because I guarantee you’ll learn something with every fix.