Month: August 2020

Welcome to a Black History Month Friday Night Poetry Corner—-

Lucille Clifton (June 27, 1936 in Depew, New York – February 13, 2010 in Baltimore, Maryland) was an American poet, writer, and educator from Buffalo, New York.  From 1979 to 1985 she was Poet Laureate of Maryland. Clifton was a finalist twice for the Pulitzer Prize for poetry.  Lucille Clifton (born Thelma Lucille Sayles, in Depew, New York) grew up in Buffalo, New York, and graduated from Fosdick-Masten Park High School in 1953.  She attended Howard University with a scholarship from 1953 to 1955, leaving to study at the State University of New York at Fredonia (near Buffalo).

In 1958, Lucille Sayles married Fred James Clifton, a professor of philosophy at the University at Buffalo, and a sculptor whose carvings depicted African faces. Lucille and her husband had six children together, which included four daughters (Sidney, Fredrica, Gillian, and Alexia) and two sons (Channing and Graham). Lucille worked as a claims clerk in the New York…

Greetings, greetings, greetings everyone! Tonight will be the last poetry corner for the year 2014. Nearing us is 2015, another year of us gaining wisdom (well hopefully) while leaving behind old thoughts, relationships, and ideas that completed that time of life in a working circle of progression.

Or regression, depending on the person I suppose..

Some of us are leaving behind love ones who did not make to the new year. Our hearts are still heavy as in selfish meaning, we look at our own mortality in questioning reason of them leaving. You think from time to time of a life that was dear to you is not here physically. But instead is with us spiritually and mentally. Reflection with a purpose is what helps develop life planning. The mixture of the good and the bad makes us stronger?

Wiser?

Or bitter?

Nah, in the words of Maya Angelou “

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Manners

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Manners

The way I perceive,

Love will be my undoing.
I fall too easily,
I love too deeply.

I glare at the stars and marvel,
Forgetting that the sun will shine and I won’t see them again.

Despite how broken I’m left each time I’ve been in love,
It’s the only thing that I crave again to have.

I’ve lost my way and stepped on thorns barefoot once,
Yet each time I’ve dared again the melancholy of love,

I’ve dived deeply and nearly drowned,
Bit I’ve swam my way again into love.

Love has been this sweet misery,
One that am well aware will be the death of me.

Love has been this sweet misery,
One that I’ve also learnt to endure,
It’s a tragedy that I always come out of it unscathed and with demure.

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I know we ain’t getting back together,

But I still hope for that impossibility to occur.

Despite the heartbreak you caused me,

I still want us to be.

I don’t know if it’s too much love I’d for you, Or it’s stupidity of a rat,

Eating the foods of a trap.

Sometimes I just want to throw caution to the wind,

And forget that me and you ever happened.

But at times I just wish I never knew of your faults,

Never learnt of the truth.

Maybe that way I’d still be knowing,

You’re the impeccable I once knew.

This is a problem I’ve talked of in my previous poem,

Yet I forgot to mention that I am also too forgiving,

That I overlook mistakes easily,

I assume that man is to err,

And everyone is deserving of a second chance.

I want to believe that our misunderstanding

Was but…

I know we ain’t getting back together,

But I still hope for that impossibility to occur.

Despite the heartbreak you caused me,

I still want us to be.

I don’t know if it’s too much love I’d for you, Or it’s stupidity of a rat,

Eating the foods of a trap.

Sometimes I just want to throw caution to the wind,

And forget that me and you ever happened.

But at times I just wish I never knew of your faults,

Never learnt of the truth.

Maybe that way I’d still be knowing,

You’re the impeccable I once knew.

This is a problem I’ve talked of in my previous poem,

Yet I forgot to mention that I am also too forgiving,

That I overlook mistakes easily,

I assume that man is to err,

And everyone is deserving of a second chance.

I want to believe that our misunderstanding

Was but…

If you’re the reason I’ll find happiness again,

If you’re the one who’ll help me get over the past pain,

If you’re the one to pick the pieces of my broken heart,

If you’re the one to relieve me of hurt,

Then why should I not take you?

If you’ll be here to hold,

At night and day as you’ve told,

If yours and my dreams match,

If me and you really get along together,

Why should I not take you?

The biggest weakness of mortals is their attachment though in many ways it becomes our strength too.

When they come to this world, they create bonds, get attached to that bond firmly and then they try to fight against every possibility of losing that.

But since man is mortal he is bound to lose that bond, death is inevitable. The grief of losing someone is so profound that man strongly desires to defy time and travel back in past to undo the fate.

But when he comes to know that he cannot undo fate, there is no free will to that, he either wants to end the endless suffering of time or wants to keep living with attachments in the circle of time. This is the basic theme of this mind boggling, never seen before, brilliantly executed science-fiction drama.

If you haven’t watched it yet, don’t wait and delve…

It is not appropriate to determine age of a man in years, the age of a man should be determined by the number of sacrifices he make.

From an ineffable symphony
To a cacophonic illusion
The world I attach to
Is my spirit’s confusion.

Through out my life
I laugh with my blind ego.
And when there is time
I refuse to let it go.

How pity it is
We lose our true identity.
With what we have,
We take nothing to eternity!

To a spiritual realm
From a material chaos
It’s a joyous liberation
From bodily tribulations!

©2020 Piyush Singh