Langston & Nikki

I’ve been reading poetry lately…

It’s been a while, since I sat down and read something of someone else’s. I hate to be influenced by other styles when I’m trying to solidify my own…

I’m quite aware that, “good” poets are inspired by others’ works…but, GREAT poets set the bar. I’ve been told I’m great, but recently I feel sub par. Now, now…if you’ve read my stuff and you say, “Kali…cut it out. Your stuff is GREAT“…pump your breaks. YOU are officially biased…and quite possibly…you love me, so again…you work for me. LMAO

I mean sub par against some deeper more established poets. People whose works stand out and BRING it. I’m talking creativity, uniqueness, style and depth. I’m talking opening “it”…widening “it”…and quite possibly…putting a hole in “it” because the bottom ain’t deep enough.

I’ve been reading Langston Hughes and Nikki Giovanni online. How I came across my first poetry book was quite spiritual. My ex pastor of long ago (RIP Rev. Wilson) had a sister who I rarely ever saw…but, one day while at their family home she invited me up to her room. She’d heard from her brother and my mother that I wrote…and wanted to talk to me. Not long after sharing thoughts…she gave me Nikki’s “Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day“. Unfortunately, I lost that book when a relationship ended. ~sigh~ …I have every intention on replacing my book AND acquiring some others. I don’t think I saw his sister much after that…but, she told me I’d love it and I did.

You wanna know something? Other than the ones mentioned above and knowing “of” Sonia Sanchez and other historic bards like Yeats…I’ve never really been a reader of poetry books. I began writing…and that was it.  I had so much in my head that I just wrote. So much so that it got me in trouble (see, journals/diaries/secret notes).

As a child, I indulged in reading fables, researching encyclopedias for vast types of knowledge and as I got older, reading novels/urban tales and the occasional autobiography. I honestly don’t remember being enthralled by the works of others BESIDES Nikki Giovanni. I DO remember having an affinity for Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven“…but that was it. One night, my friend, Tei was reading poetry to me…sharing her love of books she’s come to own and I felt like I was “posing” as a writer while listening. I mean, how didn’t I have at least ONE book in my hand from a renowned poet/writer? How did I manage to call myself a writer without reading some classic books? I could never sit among a field of writers and exchange quips, lines and quotes from memory. I could never sit at a round table of poets and throw out titles of books or poems ad nauseum.

I don’t know…I’m not TOTALLY kicking myself for shits and giggles. I guess I am asking myself to consider taking what I like to call “poetic inventory”. I am going to start looking into finding some collections from the above and some I don’t know and IMMERSE myself in someone else’s craft. I’ve been tussling back and forth with my muse…and it’s tiring. Writing isn’t coming as easy as it once did and that worries me. Perhaps it’s time to focus on something other than what I can create. Maybe I ain’t so great. Doesn’t mean I can’t BECOME great…but, maybe I need to be inspired.

We’ll see…

For now…I wanted to share a poem from Nikki and Langston.

I Wrote A Good Omelet by Nikki Giovanni

I wrote a good omelet…
and ate a hot poem… after loving you


Buttoned my car…and drove my 
coat home…in the rain… 

after loving you


I goed on red…and stopped on 
green…floating somewhere in between… 
being here and being there… 

after loving you


I rolled my bed…turned down 
my hair…slightly 

confused but…I don’t care…


Laid out my teeth…and gargled my 
gown…then I stood 

…and laid me down…

To sleep… 

after loving you 


~smiling at this~



Gods by Langston Hughes
The ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond and jade,
Sit silently on their temple shelves
While the people 
Are afraid.
Yet the ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond-jade,
Are only silly puppet gods
That the people themselves
Have made
~ain’t that the truth~

…thank you for reading 🙂

Desire

For today’s challenge word, I had something thought out…something about desires of the heart, desires of life goals, blah blah yadda meow…

Then I remembered that my friend Iba, has a missing niece here in New York. She has been posting incessant reminders to her Facebook and tumblr audience to keep an eye open for her young teen niece, Nikki.


★★★NIKKI UPDATE★★★


My niece is still missing.
My Sister spoke to the young man that Nikki was last with in Manhattan.
He says she was happy, didn’t say anything about being mad or running away.
He’s 17 and attends her after school program.
He is cooperating with the investigation at this point.
He gave us a lot of info but nothing on where she could be…she literally walked away and disappeared.
He claims to be just as shocked by this as we are.

Please continue helping us find my niece, it is going on three weeks next week.

 If you are in the NY Tri-State area please help.
She has been gone since September 8th. If you have any information please contact (718) 708-6236.
She was to begin her first day last Friday at The School for Law Enforcement and Public Safety in Manhattan on Audubon and 191st. The school has the flyer and hasn’t seen her either. News 12 has been running the story every half hour…working on other channels as well. ALL the help we can get helps.
Please keep reblogging. We need her back safe.

This is the exact posting…

What bothers me is that there is always little to NO real urgency in finding missing children of minority races. There has been little to NO coverage in my area for this young lady’s disappearance or plea for her recovery. I don’t want to kick around militant accusations of unfair treatment of missing persons cases where “we” are involved…but, you get it.

Every day that goes by is time lost. No exposure lessens the chances that she’ll be spotted and her whereabouts reported. I pray that the situation is as simple as Nikki “decides” to come home on her own and that this is an instance of rebellion.

PLEASE post this information where you can and if nothing else, share this post. Fervent prayers are welcome as well.

I DESIRE for this young woman to be returned to her family safely.

National Center for Missing and Exploited Children

New York State’s Missing and Exploited Children Clearinghouse

Chance

Chance…is defined as follows:

chance

noun, verb,chanced, chanc·ing, adjective

noun

1.

the absence of any cause of events that can be predicted,understood, or controlled: often personified or treated as apositive agency: Chance governs all.
2.

luck or fortune: a game of chance.
3.

a possibility or probability of anything happening: a fifty-percent chance of success.
4.

an opportune or favorable time; opportunity: Now is yourchance.

Chance, I suppose is the law of “what the fuck ever”…lol

Well, Chance to me is a bundle of instances where shit wasn’t in my control…so yea that’s life. This dude Chance be showing up RIGHT when shit go down. He wanna be all up in the roll of the dice. He wanna be all up in it when love comes…he wanna be all up in it when you play the Lotto…

Then again…I always loved that portion of Monopoly. When I got to pull a Chance card. Never knew if you’d get a “Get out of jail free” card…or end up passing go. On the other hand…you could end UP in jail and not pass go or collect a DAMN thing, but the fun was in not knowing.

I’d like to say that I’ve utilized the chances given to me about 80+% of the time. I don’t always LIKE the chances thrown at me, but I normally roll with the punches.

By chance, I’ve met some wonderful friends…and met a few that I could’ve gone my entire life without knowing.

By chance, I’ve loved and lost…and loved and lost again…but, that’s actually something I’ll leave to the presence of God’s gift of grace and not Chance…I’ll “take my chances” with God since HE is love.

Chance is an interesting spin, I believe…on the explanation of that which we don’t understand. I suppose…Chance IS God…taking over and putting us in the place He needs us to be at the time He feels is best. So perhaps I got it a little twisted and Chance is really God’s helpmate…:)