I come from a town where the people look brown, talk black and act white…
Watch this poetry slam-winning performance from Ronak Patani, joint winner of the 2013 Roundhouse Poetry Slam. In light of the xenophobic language vilely pedaled by Republican Presidential candidates, this poem recited by Ronak Patani is both timely and touching. Take a moment to listen to his silver tongued prose.
trolling perusing the Internet I stumbled across a post on boy culture which led me to OMG blog about a poem Zac Efron’s younger brother, Dylan, wrote when he was a kid. I think anyone who has a close relationship with their brother could probably relate to this cute poem Dylan wrote.
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Yesterday Boston set a record for the most total snowfall in a 7-day period. While it was mesmerizing to watch, snowfall isn’t really meant for city life. It makes getting around a hassle and it loses its beauty quickly. However, it did make me think about one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Boston Esplanade, October 2014
One of my favorite poems is by Robert Frost. Each autumn I post his poem, Nothing gold can stay. It is obvious that Frost was inspired by the fall foliage in New England when he wrote this poem back in 1923. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do.
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Probably the most erotic poem I ever read is Allen Ginsberg’s poem, Please Master. I’m fairly certain nearly anyone who reads this aloud will give pause at certain lines and be left blushing. This could possibly be the most explicit poem ever written so beware, but if intrigued you may read the full poem here.
The quote comes from Neruda’s poem, Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines), which you may read here. The poem was published in Neruda’s book, Love: Ten Poems. It was this book and its poems that served as the inspiration behind the 1990s film, Il Postino, a breathtakingly beautiful Italian film.
Check out Steven Boyle’s video from the Penn State student poetry slam. His nearly 4 minute video about coming out at the age of 20 is touching and hilarious; part poetry and part Mad Lib.
Definitely watch this video but be careful since the language makes it inappropriate for work.