This first poem, by Langston Hughes is The Negro Speaks of Rivers.
"I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers."
I love this poem, because I love history. This author speaks of all his ancestors and how he is connected through his ancestry to the past of what blacks have gone through. Also, the writing is intriguing and the vocabulary used is very descriptive. The author was also took a large part in the civil rights movement and a lot of his poetry were about such things. Langston Hughes also sticks out to me because his name is really fun to say. This is one of the authors that we read from in class.
Second poem being Manly Man, by Bradley Hathaway
"I don't want my long hair, pretty green eyes, with (no! I do not have on mascara.) eyelashes, skinny figure, undersized t-shirt, hip shake too much when I walk, confuse anybody. I am a manly man.
Within this sissy frame, obviously rib laden chest lies a heart that beats to the drum of a native American ritual dancing wildness. It pumps an ever cascading supply of untamedness that a herd of wild mustangs have yet to grasp. If danger lurks about, I will seek it out. If adventure abounds, there I will be found. If a damsel be in distress, I will show her who is best. I am a manly man.
Because I don't flush, and I leave the lid up.
I drive a 1988 Ford Pick-up truck. Girls don't break up with me, I break up with them first. (Except the last time, it didn't really work out like that...) I don't shave the hair on my face (Because I still can't grow facial hair yet...) But when I can, I won't, because beards are tough.
I fart, burp, and spit when I want, not caring who's nearby. Disrespect my momma, and I will punch you in the eye. I am a manly man.
Or am I? I tell my guy friends that I love ‘em. And sometimes, sometimes I even hug ‘em. Not because I'm gay, but because I love ‘em. And when I watched Bambi, I cried. And when my Mema gets mad, I still run and hide.
Like David, I wanna be a man after God's own heart. And I'm not there yet, but I'm past the start. And when people talk, I try to listen. A spirit of compassion, that's my vision. Surely I am a manly man. I want to be loved and have love and give love.
And not just that romantic kind either. Although I am looking for that beauty. Not helpless, but wants to be rescued. The damsel in distress, man, woman, myth, true. I will fight for her, climb the highest tower for her, love her, share with her, delight in her, be her warrior, her protector. She will be my crown and I will be hers. My masculinity will be passed down and affirmed to my sons. And each of my daughters will know they are lovely, and deserving of authentic romance.
Society tells me all day long that I've defined manhood completely wrong. But you ask any honest man, and he will agree. You ask any honest woman, and she too will see, that I am a manly man."
I really love this poem because it in a sense, explains masculinity in a way that society doesn't comprehend. It describes manliness in a way that can be obtained through love, compassion and godliness. Also, its very well written, and captures the reader. This is a poem that we wouldn't have read in class, but I enjoy to read and listen to in my free time. In fact I memorized this poem a while back and preformed it for an open mic.
The third and final poem is Plan B by Chris Bernstorf.
"If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.
No: I’ll spread love like a pestilence,
poison the wells with it,
make it an epidemic,
a pandemic, or even worse.
I’ll conquer the airwaves, bring it
into your workplace and your home,
play it through your stereo, your TV, your MP3,
play the Piper as I corrupt your children.
You thought MTV was bad?
I’ll sneak it into your water supply.
I’ll release it into the ozone,
let its toxins flood the atmosphere.
I’ll coat every needle and rubber glove,
put it in every pill and in place of the lead on your window sill,
slip it into the blood banks, wire it into the phone.
I’ll even radiate your food with it—
bad as Three Mile and Chernobyl
on HGH and anabolics and with no place
to take out that pent-up rage
except on you and your family.
I’ll make it the common cold:
airborne, seaborne, landborne, thoughtborne.
Incubation time will be zero—
quarantines will make it worse.
I’ll message it,
subliminally and otherwise,
put it in the mail, pump it into the subways,
stick it in change returns and ATMs.
I’ll hide it in your closet and under your bed,
drop it from a plane
or send it for a ride on a missile—
Little Boy, Fat Man, eat your hearts out.
Put down the phone—
don’t bother calling anyone.
Not the army, the navy,
your lawyer, or your mother—
This cannot be stopped.
All opposition will fail.
Hollywood won’t have a summer blockbuster starring the resistance,
because no one will escape untouched.
There will only be survivors."
This is a poem that is so passionate (as you can tell by his descriptive language) about spreading love. I met this poet at a music festival, and he was very loud and crazy. Much like his poetry, and he really believed in the importance of spreading love. I think this poem is awesome because I completely agree with his ideas, and I love his art. This is a poem that really matters to me because the first time I heard it, it just stuck out a lot.
This first one is for The Negro Speaks of Rivers
This second photo is for Manly Man
The third and final photo being for Plan B