most bridges don’t naturally burn usually they just collapse under the weight of their own situation or some human pressing . . . . .
Category: poetry
new poem, untitled
after writing my life i edit my atmosphere rearrange reality and her spaces to save words to harness the power of breath to remove unneeded pieces a curator of live audio visual life decor i cut entire sections months and years as stanzas simply deleted like old acquaintances shoes with irreparable holes underwear elastic worn … Continue reading new poem, untitled
the sky can hold me up, pt. 1
the sky can hold me up pull me like liquid life from holy sites next to you in bed rolling nights into dreams waking up by your side cloud eight high off your inseams’ insights into the beginning of life itself take me back show me the path from rivers to hips rain to ripples … Continue reading the sky can hold me up, pt. 1
RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS
2018 XABISO VILI – RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS DC TOUR 2018 XABISO VILI #AZANIATODC 4/18 feature performance @ Busboys and Poets 5th & K Open Mic 8:45pm – 11:00pm $5 Details on event page. 4/19 presentation and performance @ Hillyer Art Space Culture Blast 7:00pm – 9:00pm $Free Details on event page. Hillyer Art Space, International Arts … Continue reading RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS
my name
i teach a creative writing course for middle and high school aged students who are homeschooled. it's really fun and i appreciate the casual and community focused educational environment. one of my superstar students is a talented teenage poet who recently gave me a homework assignment, or challenge as i call them, to write a … Continue reading my name
short poem
i love to say hello hate to say goodbye look you up and down then look you in the eye yearning for the future nostalgic for what’s passed wanna change the world but we’re still buying gas consumer and producer are we making love or am i just a pigeon mistaken for a dove … Continue reading short poem
Mother’s Day Poem
I grew up wearing nothing But other peoples’ clothes Strangers’ used clothing Bought by my mom at local yard sales At some point, probably around middle school I was embarrassed about my pre-owned garb Thinking clothes should be bought full price at some fancy department store I don’t know who taught me this but it … Continue reading Mother’s Day Poem
What Do You See? Questions from Trayvon Martin to his killer
What do you see when you look at me?You don’t look me in the eyes So what is it you’re looking for? Am I the kid who beat up your brother in middle school?Am I the one who stole his bike and you couldn’t do anything about it?Do you see vengeance in me?A chance to … Continue reading What Do You See? Questions from Trayvon Martin to his killer
braided and baked
braided and baked like challah my identity is constantly turning and being read like torah different interpretations of the same living thing and idea an artifact we can study it is my breath on the bar'chu calling me up to be my tongue on tekiah waking up those who sleep i speak my purpose i … Continue reading braided and baked
My Angle on Pimpin’
Check out this hot new video of my poem Pimpin' on Park Triangle's new series The Angle. Jonathan B. Tucker: Pimpin' from Park Triangle Productions on Vimeo.
why you should wait
i know you wanna go coz all day you gotta wait gotta wait for the train and then wait at the gate wait for the show and wait to have fun and then wait until you can go wait for a bus wait to use cuss words when it's okay wait to play major leagues … Continue reading why you should wait
i want a real love
i want a real love i don't want a halmark, disney, fairytale love i don't want a flowers and chocolate and let's lie to each other just to make it work love don't want your make-up, hair, nails and heels plastic love or your i'm so real i'm unreal, get used to it love NO … Continue reading i want a real love
Many Climaxes Coming
On the occasion of my father's retirement from 37 years of service to the Prince George's County Public Schools, I delivered this poem. from beard to bald, pre-K to 6 i swear, there is a time i remember when my dad had hair brown like mine a poet might say he sacrificed it for the … Continue reading Many Climaxes Coming
#423 – “girl, u be killin em”
wear your relationship status on your finger like a slavery certificate that says "mozel tov!" wear your heartache under your eyes like a concealer that costs way too much but can't be returned wear it proudly let it burn in the eyes of jealous jackals wear your regrets under your shoes like dirty socks, few … Continue reading #423 – “girl, u be killin em”
326 magnetic poetry
while hanging out at City at Peace DC today, i rearranged some of the words on the freezer door to make this poem below. i have a photo of it, but my phone is acting up, so here are the words. let me know what you think, and if you have an idea for a … Continue reading 326 magnetic poetry
a poet speaks
for a symphony of sad a poet speaks regrets and repeats life like a cypher a poet speaks we'd like to like her you'd like to light her see reality's thunderclap just behind your eyes the moment her lightening strikes your skies a poet speaks to the hidden and hiding the forbidden and the biding … Continue reading a poet speaks
birthday party with lord tennyson
tonight i performed for a friend's birthday party. he requested this poem, so i read it with what passion i could muster, and what meaning i could conjure (for many of it leaves me clueless). i think it went well. here is the poem Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson. Ulysses - Alfred Tennyson It little … Continue reading birthday party with lord tennyson
1.11.11 nikki giovanni looks me in the eyes
front row packed house blizzard brewing i sat enraptured captured not by the poetry but the presence of a legend looking me square in the eyes to make sense of the life encapsulated in her words opinions and wise words of advice analysis from a respected elder an aunt that will always give it to … Continue reading 1.11.11 nikki giovanni looks me in the eyes
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