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Shanese Hicks Poem
For the Moon ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun
That, alone, impulsed me to look up into its imperfect beauty
We were alone-- different-- but always surrounded
The Moon in her dark entity
While I in my airless field
There were many nights I spent with the Moon
Some were clear
Others were starless and cloudy
Nonetheless I loved that iridescent figure I could ne'er reach
I smiled upon her cratered beauty
And the eccentrics of her pale-gray heart
Though her Siren calls taunted my dreams
The Moon would be full
But it was all an illusion
For when I ran to her --open arms--
She became quarterly, and finally half
The Moon, I could ne'er hold as my own
So I, as Wind, blew elsewhere onto the Earth
Though she still smiles at me invitingly
I try to look away, for there is no atmosphere where she resides
But I must admit, the Moon and me --we dance occasionally
For, as Wind --I am ne'er seen
And as for the Moon?
She ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun
4/29/2010
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Shanese Hicks Poem
Many constellations have come and gone,
For me to have held such delicacy,
Such fragility.
Attentively I had lend my ear,
Unconditionally shared my thoughts,
Desperately hoping to lessen the tears upon my shoulder.
Without dispute we were one
Possible solution of being twins – sibling- in a past life
Subtraction of one could only sum to the other
A genuine companionship, it was,
It could still be.
Understanding – questioningly – became mistaken for Passion
No second chances were given to correct this risk,
This misconceived notion that identical bruised souls,
Were meant to engage.
So as I explored the ins and outs of what the naked eye
Could not see,
It was not apparent to me that I was much more inspiring.
Just as any imperfectly perfect line,
Its secant broke.
Distance began to replace the security,
Cloudiness fog disabled the easy flow,
Admiration lost by contact less eyes,
Awkwardness had taken over Comfort,
And I yearned it.
If a time warp could be yielded,
I would jump back to save my kinship,
Change this neglect resulted from Fate.
To be a peer, I had forgotten
So I intensively struggle to once again meet Understanding,
To remember how to hold such delicacy,
But learning to piece together fragility,
Desperately hoping that one day
It will be apparent that I am inspired as well.
3/1/11
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Shanese Hicks Poem
Complicated...
Degraded...
Debated...
Mandated...
It's time to overthrow complication
To cease the reign of complex words' occupation
Million dollar syllables will no longer make up what is considered deep
Shakespeare-like riddles are banned from "classical legends" to meet
Non-breathing, abstract matter can, now, die from being personified
It's time to stop the degrading of such sweet expression
Give me your confession
Promise your words' digression
Because until then Poetry will be in depression
Notice these rhymed conceptions
See their unnecessary communication
Realize that your intellectual, finger-snapping speaking is a deception
I pray you rehabilitate this addicting obsession
It's time to have your sentence debated
For your talent, you've faked it
Some judge that individual words is what makes Poetry
That may be true, but rare writing does not make it hard to beat
In effect of you saying what people can't comprehend
Doesn’t mean it's deep
This...you may not understand
So ridiculous...it's going over your head
It's time to enforce what is mandatory
Required for you to study this written directory
An obligation for you to sacrifice your mislead words of feigned innocence
Necessary to fight the war to rekindle what is left in Poetry's defense
With my mind's passion, I can only have it stated...
Words:
No more complicated...
X - out the degraded...
Cease the debated...
And do what is mandated.
3/21/2010
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