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Lavvie says...



Speak Your Mind



I'm excited to introduce a new event to engage even further with your poetry and others: Speak Your Mind. Simply record yourself reading some of your NaPo poetry and post the link as a response to this thread! You can use an online voice recorder like Vocaroo or whatever works best for you.

For your participation, you will receive a Speak Your Mind participation badge! Feel free to log this challenge in the 2020 Contests & Badges thread.

Have fun! ;)

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Please keep in mind the YWS Internet Safety Guidelines and YWS Rules before posting and sharing your poetry recording. This means you should double-check that:

  • You do not share personal or private identifiable information in the voice recording, including usernames associated with the voice recording software.
  • Any voice recording that includes strong language and/or sensitive content should be accompanied by a disclaimer (e.g., "Please be aware the poem I have recorded uses strong language.")
  





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I know this doesn't count, but here, let me be the first to step up and embarrass myself. So, basically, I turned my NaPo Poem 11 into a rap. Enjoy.

Spoiler! :

Audio:
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Lyrics:
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You either worship something higher than yourself or end up worshiping yourself

Naturally Tipsy ©
  





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alliyah says...



Okay, @Arcticus started us off strong, so I'm going for it! I'll try to just do a poem reading later this month - but for now here's what we've got.

"phonebook fish" song link

Lyrics:
Spoiler! :

(sorry the audio's a little rough! I actually cut out a little chunk near the end where I definitely forgot the lyrics to my own song @_@ and didn't want to disturb my neighbor doing endless takes. I just thought this would be a really fun poem to try to make into a song - so hopefully you enjoy it!)

Lyrics:
we are phonebook fish
you and me
unrooted treading galaxies
we are every hurricane
stir, spin, dive

spread these pages loose,
unbind them, paper's cheap
let us soak up these ocean dreams

we are phonebook fish
you and me
unrooted treading galaxies
we are every hurricane
stir, spin, dive

your name's written here,
and here, and here,
if you don't believe me,
you've got nothing to fear

we are phonebook fish
you and me
unrooted treading galaxies
we are every hurricane
stir, spin, dive

don't forget to call back
they're always forgetting that

these old numbers disconnected
because land-lines became irrelevant
the year the world was supposed to end

/ the apocalypse isn't subtle darling,
but you'll miss it if you're always land-bound

the apocalypse isn't subtle darling,
but you'll miss it if you're always land-bound /


watch your loved ones become ocean discards
furniture for water bottle islands
watch your loved ones become ocean discards
so cool and uncollected

would you live here with me,
we're short on reality
but i swear i can breathe through the rainstorms
would you live here with me,
we're short on reality
and we can try to slay the demons
straight from the sea

we are phonebook fish
you and me
unrooted treading galaxies
we are every hurricane
stir, spin, dive



Lyrics Note:
Spoiler! :
If you feel like songs are ruined by hearing the author's interpretation, then definitely don't read this little note! :) Feel free to interpret the song as you'd like - because I'm not sure I had much of an intention of anything when I wrote the initial poem. I just knew I wanted to use the line "we are phonebook fish" because it seemed like a bizarre image that could make a good poem.

I would say I'm going to interpret this song as being about environmental anxiety and a critique of how our bodies and earth are treated as disposable objects, with a play off of the line "there's plenty of fish in the sea" - the narrator of the song seems oblivious to the damage that they're causing; people tend to act like hurricanes, we just throw paper, plastic and people into the sea without considering the consequences - pretending everything is as disposable/disconnected as phonebooks for land-line numbers.
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Tenyo says...



Blimey. They're both incredible, but I would expect no less of such talented folk.

This is one that I wrote today I haven't added to my NaPo yet.

Darling I'm Going Mad

Lyrics are below.

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If the rain would carry my voice to you AED
I would sing to you all day long AE
If the sun would show your face to me AED
I would go blind and never feel wrong AE

because darling, darling I'm going mad DAE
cos I miss you I miss you so bad DA

and if crying could reach you I'd cover my head AED
and never let you see me down AE
and if hesitation would falter your steps AED
I'd never let you touch the ground AE

because darling, darling I'm going mad DAE
cos I miss you I miss you so bad DA

and if the stars could bring your hand to mine AED
I'd take off into the night AE
and if loneliness should kiss your lips AED
I'd be there to kiss you instead AE

because darling, darling I'm going mad DAE
cos I miss you I miss you so bad DA

and if I could walk ten thousand miles AED
to see you oh to see you again AE
i wouldn't think twice, for no sacrifice is AED
too great just to love you again. AE

because darling, darling I'm going mad DAE
cos I miss you I miss you so bad DA
We were born to be amazing.
  





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MeherazulAzim16 says...



Jumping right in.

You can listen to the song here. It's just a couple of stanzas from a poem I posted in my NaPo thread.

Spoiler! :
i forget these days
which is scarier—
to know i'll die alone
or to know life ends either way

stranded on this man-of-war
that takes me anywhere i want to go
which is hardly where i need to be
for my wants are malicious

had i not been oblivious to my needs
had i not been oblivious to my needs
i would have been happy i imagine—
Last edited by MeherazulAzim16 on Fri Apr 17, 2020 1:47 am, edited 1 time in total.
So it goes.
  





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Lavvie says...



I am SO impressed with everyone's recordings! There is something very powerful about hearing the poets speak (or sing!) their own poetry.

I don't sing, so here are two poems that I am simply reading aloud.

meditations on homelessness

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between two slices of wonderbread
a moral dilemma looks back at me
through mustard margarine eyes. it speaks
before I can slap it in the face
with beer sausage or bavarian meatloaf:
"is this for you"
proverbial fingers point
"or for them?"
proverbial fingers point again
& I am a tourniquet squeezing
the bleached cloth in my hands
until the water runs red because I am pinching
at strings, tugging for words that might hint
at answers. intrepid actions
are actually paroxysms of fear, slipping
into Ziploc bags greater than all the belongings
of that one man crouched
in the square of the door.


an acknowledgement

Spoiler! :
my belly
it collects fullness
like hail stones
in a tin bucket

&

my hands
they rove over hills, doughy
a baker's sourdough
on Sunday morning

&

my hips
they sail as two ships
pitching on roiling seas,
white flags waving

&

my mouth
it moulds to letter shapes
spilling out thoughts
that are now marbles

&

my body
it stands sentinel, weathered
by the battering rams
of my mind


What is to give light must endure burning. – Viktor Frankl
  





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fortis says...



I did four because I like to hear myself talk LOL
here's my thread, you can find all the poems there: Picayune Poetry
recordings
God sleeps under an empty mountain
Messy
XIII: Death
The Queen of Cups
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger.
To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!

-Elena Passarello, Animals Strike Curious Poses
  





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Awru says...



Y all have such wooonnddeerrffuuul voices :o
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says
To the Earth
"You owe me"
Look
What happens
With a Love like that
It lights the
Whole
Sky
  





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Magebird says...



I can't believe it's taken me so long to post in this thread, but here's two recordings of the poems I wrote and posted today! You can read the original poems here.

april 23rd, 2020 - part i - automation

april 23rd, 2020 - part ii - white flag
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she/her
they/them
  





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alliyah says...



here for a last minute poem reading ~

she knew --> https://voca.ro/1iZJgBk1FHB

Spoiler! :
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maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  








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