Next Man Up, Poetry in Motion

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This is a Kun V studios original program. The content of this program does not reflect the views or opinions of 91.5 jazz and more the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, or the Board of Regents of the Nevada System of Higher Education. Here we

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go. Here we go. Move it. Move it. Move it. Yeah, beautiful,

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next man up, damn, let's

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go. Hello World, peace and love and welcome to the show. I am your host. Donna Millie Dean, actor, author and rhythmic poet, you now tune in to next man up poetry in motion, where the mission is to promote good mental health for everyone. This poetry show will motivate, educate and inspire you with spoken word through cultural expression. This music, poetry show has been brought to you by as je productions, as je productions.com for all you feel me and photography needs, you can find as je productions on Instagram, or you can call Stewart JLC at 810-336-3926, that's 810-336-3926. If the poets that will be featured on our playlist today are Gabby Moreno, Stephan, Pedway, Michelle morero, Zachary, Gutierrez, lay so blessing, loved by ACE and Sheldon, Alex Sebastian. Now let's get on with the show. This is next man up, poetry in motion.

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Breaks

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nerve is hard. I'm trying to find a way try to do it now.

Go in with a fresh mind and a pure heart. Mistakes were made. Go in with a fresh start. The emphasis is today. The uncertainty is tomorrow. I live another day. That's success. Time is borrowed. Cartage is on a regular another family has seen grief. Mics were cut off still. The Tennessee three were able to speak from the crying girl and dying boy slain by soft styles too many bullets to avoid. Pray for them as they attempt to fight for a law made for all, as they attempt to prevent another body to fall history that might get yet in the midst of infamy, they're setting aside politics for human safety, making enemies Your vote can avoid, the way the timing Your vote can avoid. The may be a bulletin what it got to be unprecedented as we witness the headlines of an indictment as the rich make more money on mercy, posing as victims, inciting Another riot, never quiet. The problem is alive. More foreigners are crowding US borders like refugees after Roe v Wade reversed. More women are escaping red states like refugees, more protest industries like helpless police and dire need of open minds and clear views, so that one day we'll get universal health care making headlines on CNN news.

Excel, PRAY, WAIT for it. Peace never came. Now beware of a man force bound to take the Republican God bless us as we fight for peace on earth, as mankind kills one another, it's gain more turf for drugs, for crops, for money, for urgent message, human to human, heart to heart, change Your route for a fresh start.

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Next man up, Dave.

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A part of me died. Somehow I'm still living so empty and bare, and yet I keep giving. Who am I now? Without definition, I'm quite a machine for a man on a mission, a drone, if you will, with full automation and under control, a program dedication, a circuit surveillance with electrified cells with no breaks and vacations. Oh, well, oh, well,

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next man up.

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This poem is titled wounded bird. I've been wounded, I've been cured. I've been healed. I've been hurt, I've been blessed, I've been cursed, I've been better, I've been worse. Life to balance with perbs, putting my trust in the universe even when the odds are against me, I still come up first. Let go of my ego and left it all to Mother Earth. I always had my faith. I didn't need a church. Even at my lowest, I knew eventually it would be my turn, not the most patient, but I'm always. Putting in the work. I always got pure intentions and keep my word. I sought help when my anxiety and grief collided, my trauma and pride tried fighting this growth journey is like deep diving. I'm covering new depths to my soul. Sometimes it feels tiring. So if seeking is not for the faint of heart, it's facing your pain head on. Never been a victim. Been both Aladdin and Jafar. This journey has left me with scars. Without my art, I wouldn't have made it this far in order to protect my energy, because I got a big heart, met others deplete me in the past. Now I'm in charge. Now I keep myself on guard. Stay sharp. Lately, I've been more in tune with the science. The other day, I looked into an injured bird's eyes. Could see its fear and resilience. It wasn't ready to die. Realize how many times I didn't give up the fight. Reminded me of how many times I've fallen, but took it as a lesson, how many times I've been betrayed. But it was a blessing. Mother Nature telling me great things are ahead, even though life's a challenge, this is my rebirth. We're about to witness the ascension of a savage

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Here we go. Here we go. Next man up

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inside inside me, I need to zone in on the world inside me. Make sense of the silence inside me, create peace with the thoughts inside me. Speak the truth of the words that live inside me, channel the voice inside me, hear the melody inside me, feel

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the beating heart

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inside me, nurture the child inside me, please the beast that resides inside Me, soothe the soul inside me, relinquish the fears inside me, relax the breath inside me, release the energy inside me, extend the love inside me, listen to the soul inside me. Focus on the vision inside me, open the eyes inside me, embrace the warmth inside me, express the aggression inside me, conquer the hesitation inside me, strengthen the core inside me, grateful for the power that I possess inside me, walk with dignity Because I know what's best for

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me. Next man up.

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Sonnet, thorny mortality, dedicated to John Keats, one as gold on rises on the Silver Lake, sloshing, washing out, posing to the shore, I take a swim from my thoughts to slake to jail, engrossed in the litter chalk of all the dead, disembodied voices of humanity, their ghost I breathe in and recite as if possessed by hopeless romantic and symbolist whose end waves out a means for male pool of knowledge. But if I die, my drowned body bloats up and spills out my wine and dark blood to the edge, staining the Wake for lake as little cup sipped by my own song in perishable but to taste once the poetic porn.

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Next man Oakdale passionate women who knew spiritual things wrap me up in your arms and bathe me in oils, clean me quick, before I spoil, pour in, ring out, remake me whole. I needed this. I'd be remiss if I didn't embrace the legacy laid before me, if I threw away the crown and renounced the royalty passionate women who knew spiritual things, pray for me. Please, if you may, if you might, speak life into me with my arms spread wide and my head held high, I call out, save me. Passionate women who knew spiritual things, I'm sorry they mistake your passion for anger. I'm sorry they criminalize your expression of anger. And I'm so so sorry. There's so freaking much to be so angry about, and you never receive the same tenderness as your crocodile crying counterparts you women who are mother, father, sister and aunt, who carry the weight of every mistake made by the women before you, by the men who disappeared by the boys who hurt you and by the other girls with the same heavyweight, sad eyes and loud burdens, passionate women who know spiritual things. I'm so sorry we ask so much of you. I'm so so sorry you give more than you receive, and I'm so very sorry you only get. The scraps of the world to make do with, only to have it stolen. My women of passion and spirit, I love you and I will sing of your praises and give you your flowers while their scent is still fresh and I can still see the glimmer in your eyes, because at the very least, you deserve the world as you are what keeps it turning my women of passion, thank you.

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Here we go. Here we go. Next man up.

Donavan LeDean 10:34
Eli latre, I'm just trying to connect with you through storytelling. Don't sound by Let's go.

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There's a winner right here.

Donavan LeDean 10:56
It's that you mean to change the routine that suits me. It's fundamental possessive routine that cultivates the cultivating the mind, the spirit of a path of damnation. It behooves me to walk the same path that leads to salvation. Or maybe, maybe it's the corridor through today. I'd rather take that chance than yield and lay see if I may death is one with deed. If I take on up the slope, may cleanse this disease. Up until I walk, I'm rewarded with a cool breeze, rewarding me for taking a chance, a chance to be free. Up until I walk, it becomes true and psychological. Observing the colorful galaxies and Alice in the dusky skies becomes philosophical. Up until I walk, the Galaxy brush, the morning blue the sunrise see as it rises, the gate of the heavens opens. I slowly revive up the hill. I walk the sunrise with warming Grace becomes uplifting, a force that caps me with such grace a top of the hill. I now stand. I encounter the Almighty. He gives a few words that security will pair me for all they might be. He introduces me to his soldiers, soldiers of the heavens as the army, with the knowledge and power, the equipment and men on top of the hill, I am now strong, playful, agile at its best, ready to take on a juggernaut downhill for a promise of tomorrow I shall not lay no arrest. Yeah, that's it. That's it, right there. La, write it back. Thank you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry motion. I am Donna Billy Dean, before we dive into our second segment, I would like to propel you our listeners with the first power message. It's a message about the in game. Will you be the lion that rules the land or the gazelle that's hunted by the lion. Are you going to be forced to fit in from peer pressure? Or are you going to stand out doing things that the herd was afraid of doing because of fear of judgment? Will you call out the grievance that someone is causing you and others, or will you hide in their shadows, fearful of retribution. Will you stand in greatness, leaving a legacy from helping people, or will you just join the masses that are forever on the sidelines, gossiping, not helping society at all? It's you versus you. Here we go. Here we go. Next. Man up. You. Drive from

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out of body land to

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right from other body land. Keep doing the best you can. Never keep doing the best you can.

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We need a leader. You with vision, your Paramount move the world impact the next generation of a young boy and a girl. Terror is on a rise. Harness headlines throughout the land. We're in despair. Yet I'm on a peace mission, lending helping hand. I'm a novice and territory accompanied by corruption, life, peace, joy taken at once, degrade, abduction. I'm taking on a fight falling believe and you lead the way. Boost humanity is on us for a brighter day. How?

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Right from other. Body land, keep

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doing the best you can.

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Never faced

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by no demands, keep

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doing the best you can drive you

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next man up

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black man's jungle, walking down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams like a young Kanye truth bursting at the seams thinking of the flower I picked and the history of the history that lives inside of the history of the roots of a god's mystery, hearing sounds of the birds with broken wings attempting to fly further south At a distance, instead of flying inside of the global warming machine, trapped in a beautiful, dark, twisted fantasy, wondering why I wasn't a college dropout because I was late registering for a part time job that I didn't even hope would pan out, tires on the asphalt, people arguing about nothing because he refused to Take his mask off, afraid, afraid. He was so darn afraid that they didn't see inside his soul, though, that soul glows like Bruce Lee boy. He was a D boy with new toys, and he wasn't even trying to be. That coy paintings on the walls of Spanish stores looking down on the poor has become the second middle class as chore stuck in the cycle, hoping to change the chain, but the factory manufacturer says it's out of stock as the man obsesses over his broken locks, hoping to get his next fix, his next fifth or his gun snatch a chain. These days, in a jungle of predators, these predators will predicate turning the regulars irregular while trying to meditate over the span of a life which boils down to the heart beat, which is initiated by the mind to keep the heart beating, sounds on top of sounds, seconds on top of seconds, analyzing this world, this black man's jungle, gotta survive, gotta keep going, gotta keep pushing and gotta Keep moving. Maybe one day I'll make some more money, some more chatter. Maybe I'll just survive in this black man's jungle.

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Next man up, Dave,

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I like to express my truth as I hydrate your soul with poetic flows. I rise, I heal. I feel your spirit break past the empathetic orders to your essence. Do you know you're great? The world is late at your recognition, but not I. I dignify you and I vibrate how you do I meditate with roots to see seeds sprout with trees in the eyes of God and of God in the eyes of myself. Self, love is the epitome of happiness. You are blessed. And let knowledge be your lessons. Dirt. I question and everything just manifesting in your presence. I move forward broken pieces because I shine bright like the glorious sun in the summertime, I'm feeling mighty fine with my rhymes, words and body, the growth of your spirit. Can you feel it? That's the vulnerability. Talking walls coming down. I see your soul cry. Get high, in tune, just like rain splatters at your edge. Let the tears guide you to streams of successes. You're the best ever yet to become better than your mama. Make her proud, wear your crown. Loud, speak bold volumes of wisdom, because the kids listening. Can you see the broken homes in their eyes? Communities dying, the papers lying, but stay true, Pinky promises to contracts bring black back, perpetrating from those you appropriate. Ain't that crazy. Remember where you came from, your past and your future is Unison in the face of the present, making fears into blessings. I speak for those who voice got lost in the wind. I hear your soul. You're not wrong, united and being more than a statistic. Shaking my body for riches ain't my vibe. I mellow to bad dude and like my sage, old age, young spirit, I know better. I write poems to my ancestors to let them know I got them and affirm their abundance. I skip balls from my hood. Spread love. It's the Brooklyn way bigs in my spirit. Homage through art is how I pay. Dreams are rooted from pain. I'm not in this for fame, but to help my home, young sister, alone, single mama, make it ends meet, struggling artists driving beyond. Feet, pop star so his son can eat. Speak for the little ones. Bullets more abundant than books. You not just your looks. I walked the road last travel to shine light in dark spaces. I love melon and faces. I want my people to win as I just do. I admire how you heal. Reflection of how I heal too. I sit with purple stars at night, journals to journeys. I wish positive mental minds freedoms from the confines of judgment. I wish you what I wish, minds, eternal peace. Keep yourself at ease and just flow. It's lay so

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it's like so next man up.

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This poem is titled The anxious boyta. It's been a minute since we last spoke. I've lost some loved ones along the road, been healing and experiencing growth, lost myself and fell alone, the anxious boy that always has hope, even when it got dark in the depths of the unknown, I managed to climb back up to my throne. My mind always in the clouds, but I'm still in my zone. These past few years have been a blur. Finally did therapy at ease the hurt, learning every day about my self worth, setting boundaries. I tend to give too much, but don't get the same in return. I live my life on my own terms, selected with my inner circle and my words. I have a huge heart, keeping it safe, no longer getting hurt, killing my inner child was the cure. I take walks that give me peace. My anxiety is always within reach. It's played a role in achieving my dreams, but it's also made it hard to breathe. My view of leaning into the bathroom sink, almost became a ritual I didn't need. Realized my anxiety will always be a part of me, learning to not see it as my enemy. But it gets tough when my stomach is in knots, nausea, vomit, ruminating, thoughts, imposter syndrome, feeling like I'm not good enough. Then I challenge my brain and it resets, but it never stops. Started healing by giving myself love, working on my mental health daily. The journey is a never ending one. It may get dark, but the sun always comes up. Please keep going. Don't ever give up.

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Don't ever give up.

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Next man up, Dave,

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call this one courage. Let this be a reminder you are doing amazing, not in the hollow way the world loves to say it, but in the way your spirit bends without breaking, how you carry the weight that so few see the quiet battles pulling at the seams of your peace. Yet here you are still breathing, still standing. I know that sometimes even breathing can be heavy. These cries for air so thick when expectations weigh on you, so I beg of you. Set them down when you ready. Sometimes we forget that grace is fierce, not just gentle. It's a gift of self forgiveness in a world that can be relentless, a way to honor the pieces that ache and fall the parts of you patch stitched rebook. After all, Marvel in moments that haven't yet come alive and heard close to quiet what your fears, we get caught up in the heights we're taught to crave, forgetting the courage it takes to face each day. Life isn't made of effortless dreams, but of mosaics stitched from on. Seems a testament in each scar and stretch a legacy of resilience only you possess. I know the way to carry the silent prayers of kin, the ancestral dreams woven deep within like roots, holding you strong from bone to skin, whispers of courage you're made to endure. So pause breathe and ground where you stand and under the days it took all you had to withstand, for I see you the struggles you've survived, the night you thought you'd never feel alive. You are not bound to pain or scars. You're the post, the heartbeat, the living spark. You are worthy of adoration for the strength you hold, a resilience, fierce and steady as gold. Believe this, every victory is already written, and each trial you face sharpens your spirit. You carry hope in places shadows grow faith blooming wild where fears won't go. So give yourself this moment of grace, for if others walked your road, they believed, no trace, no map, could guide them through the weight each step you've taken, each fear you faced, it's all. You're greater than fear, greater than the shadows that draw near you carry colors, unseen hues, that redeem a fire that flickers but still beams. So be patient with yourself, that kindness swell for shame is a spell only you can dispel, one that fades in the light of truth as you rise. Above every wound and every bruise, let each breath remind you tether and guide for the ancestors are here right by your side, strength and wisdom woven through each fight before, steady as roots bound to your light. And let this be your reminder. Wherever you roam, you are never

Donavan LeDean 25:29
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up.

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Turn your face from faking to the one who gives his grace. Slow your pace from racing, pump the brakes and show some faith, rid your load of baggage. It's not easy making space, but that love is possibility and worthy of the chase,

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and worthy of the chase.

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Next man up, Dave,

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yeah, let me chime in on this right here. Man, the people mission, don't jump

Donavan LeDean 26:19
by governments on shut down. I gotta find no houses for right now. No Bell, nose checks, no sport bass. Interflation is minimum wage. Hope I Medlin, don't force the bay to turn me down for a lot of time to kind of profile they got many aggressive from committing no crimes. More problems on top more. I don't know one solo missions trying to solve trump the Reds do. Can barely pay the cardinal or light bill. Stressed out, y'all stand tall with my head high. I refuse to nail on welfare, on food stamps, but food prices are sky high in two weeks, though, food stamps won't be enough to get by. Workers leave a job because they own strike because the pay is low. Inflation, spice got suicides, got pill addiction, got more debt with no remission. More problems that have more problems. It's a human issue. I'm trying to solve more problems. It's a human issue. I'm trying to solve them. Dave,

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music.

Donavan LeDean 27:32
Before we end the show, I would like to conclude with the final power message. It's a message about civil duty. Somewhere there is an individual laying homeless and lifeless in the street, yet is still breathing as pedestrians walk over him without thoughts or sensitivity. Somewhere there is an individual clocking in to begin her work shift with razor cuts around her wrists, yet smiles and greets her coworkers, pretending to be okay, somewhere there's an individual being bullied by his teacher and students on the verge of attempting suicide. We as human beings have the ability to help a broken individual with a simple smile, a hug or kind words, letting him or her know it will be okay, or that you are here to help. Be courageous in this moment, to save a life. Thanks for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am your host. Donna villi ding, to see my inspirational and poetry reels, you can go to YouTube at donnaville. D also, you can find my poetry books, children's books and coloring books on Amazon under my name, Donovan Lee Dean for actor or ploy bookings. You can contact me via email, DV media, one zero@gmail.com I am Donovan Lee Dean, actor, author and rhythmic court until next time. Peace, Dave Drive,

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drive, thrive,