Next Man Up, Poetry in Motion

Wesley Knight 0:00
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Donavan LeDean 0:14
we go. Here we go. Move it. Move it. Move it. Yeah. Yeah, beautiful, next man up, damn Let's

go. Hello World, peace and love and welcome to the show. I am your host. Donna Billy Dean, actor, author and inspirational, rhythmic poet, you're now tuned in to next man up, poetry in motion, where the mission is to promote good mental health for everyone. This poetry show will motivate to educate and inspire you with spoken word through cultural expression, the poets that will be featured on our playlist today are Liz Prince, Gabby Moreno, Stefan, Pedway, Michelle Marrero, Zachary, Gutierrez, blessed moody black and Sheldon, Alex Sebastian, now let's get on with the Show. This is next man up, poetry in motion. You

what's good world? Show your ride. Allow me to speak to you tonight. What the people as I walk through God's precious playground shade cascades upon me. It's persistent. But why pause? I reflect. I go into effect. I see a bruised man who kneels from the compressions of gravity and agony. His flesh is eaten away from the air molecules by the second. Soon it will eat away his muscles and tissues. Soon he'll disappear. He needs medic, but has no insurance. Pause reflect a shade that cascaded upon me for days finally goes away. A beam of light shines on both of us to highlight our moment. I offer him a smile. He reciprocate. I relieve the tension in his shoulders with the palm of my hand. I give him my lunch left over from a diner two blocks down with a $10 bill inside, I have a small conversation with him that ended with an encouraging statement, stay strong, King Gods got you. He smiled again. Then ended our moment with a thank you. That moment made my day. That moment reassured me the fundamentals of humanity. I realized that humanity thrives with moments like this. Thrive on

the next man up, Dave,

Speaker 1 3:44
let the sun set easy on the days I have left. I am very unaware of the duration of my breath, and I like to once enjoy without a worry in the globe or the concern of a direction that no one knows. My youth is far behind in the physical tense, but my heart remains that with a strong innocence, I haven't got long in the blink of an eye. So let me have this as I peer off in the sky. I

Speaker 1 4:15
haven't got long in the blink of an eye. So let me have this as I peer off in the sky. I Scott,

Donavan LeDean 4:29
next man up. This poem is titled wounded bird.

Speaker 2 4:35
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's a balance with verbs, 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. Your intentions and keep my word I sought help when my anxiety and grief collided, my trauma and pride tried fighting. This girl's journey is like deep diving, uncovering new depths to my soul. Sometimes it feels tiring. So 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. Learn to protect my energy, because I got a big heart. Let others deplete me in the past. Now I'm in charge. Now I keep myself on guard. Stay sharp. Maybe I've been more in tune with the signs. The other day, I looked into an injured bird's eyes, could see its fear and resilience. It wasn't ready to die. Realized 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

Donavan LeDean 5:56
Here we go. Here we go. X, man up.

Speaker 3 5:59
What we become. I was born of the womb of a black queen ingesting her memories during the ending of spring, coming up in the summertime, and the living wasn't easy, surrounded by other black women unable to heal from the scars. So they created their own harmonious, dysfunctional families, good food, reruns, toys, street lights flipping on the Broken mattress. Be home when them lights come on, or nobody will find you. You black bastard. Laughter upon laughter, spades and dominoes, Little Caesars, tgi fridays, not the restaurant, but ABC, where we'd watch, family matters, because family mattered, and so does your heart. But when the rumors start to fly, all you can do is distance yourself with the drive plan the great migration to the south while the wind blows, four kids in a minivan with a broken window and secrets nobody will ever even know raise a boy to be a man, because he wasn't cut from the cloth of a thug, just a few alcoholics that traded some pills for some love. Education was the vacation from potential incarceration, lacking self esteem, so white folks became the black man's salvation, because White was right, but colored, colored had to have value and be strong. And can't we all just get along? Was the tune that the young man would put on. But since we only tolerate the heart, can never initiate for getting shut down. So he had to emancipate. He had to put a pen in it. The boy had to become a man. He had to go out and he had to tour. He had to soar the worlds and reach new heights in the sky. He was listening to everyone but himself, stressing over disappointing others, risking his health, over white slaves on printed paper, chopped from trees that his ancestors and the natives planted themselves, unable to make a connection and looking for direction, stopping every stranger, because he couldn't accept this, this moment, this history, this pride, this ego, this trauma, this black woman's pain, this broken expectations. What he became is a shell of himself. What he became was a cripple. But what we become if we don't unite and take care of one another, that's just evil.

Donavan LeDean 8:31
Next man up, Dave, two,

Speaker 4 8:35
I fail. I may not Hail my last vet lung to the Muses while still in dreaming of an ON HOLD poem wistfully sung it, Dave, my mind ever so teeming. I hope my subconscious is of atom present as the Star Dust is spent on us. Further must I sink in mind's Fathom with nature or the vine tangled Bucha, take the cup bitter or sweet, drop by jaw and as a raw the style poet Fauci spill it spin through the leaves of life, non stop the speed of increasing inertia. But pursuant time alongside death is quick to extinguish the brightest candles wick.

Donavan LeDean 9:31
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up.

Speaker 2 9:34
Hello. So the first poem I'm gonna read is called the colors of you thinking of painting, my canvas is blank. I put it on the easel, and I grab my paint. There are several colors that I choose, my favorites being the greens and the blues. I pick up my brush, I begin to paint, trying to envision what I will make, moving the brush up and I strike it down. My bristles are so soft, they barely make a sound. I move the brush left. Then I paint some on the right, my painting is coming together. It's really quite the sight. I step back to admire my art. I think about the meaning, and I realize it's from my heart. The meaning is so complex. Where would I even start? Maybe by describing the purpose of the colors in my art, or by telling you the first color I use is the color of your eyes, or how the second is the color of your hair, or maybe how the third color is representing how much I care, or how the fourth color is your favorite and the fifth is mine. I made them twist together, intertwined, the colors together show my love for you, and each time I look at my painting, I'll see our favorite colors and be reminded that you love me too.

Donavan LeDean 10:37
Next, man up. You.

That girl from way back south, she got me southern dreaming thick and creamy, fine, brown, sweet as mine. That girl from way back south, she got me southern dreaming Brown. She ain't bathing my soul,

Unknown Speaker 10:59
body and my

Donavan LeDean 11:03
she prances through the fields of the magnolias. She spawning them thick curves as a groove, a slow rhythm compelled by Melodia, hummingbird, Country Girl striking Fauci sex appeal, never discreet. Guitar plays celebrating her beauty with Southern ribs. Chords. Me

human, moist from the Gulf, moisture, ski and Sexy Summer, a pilot to the buyer, so fierce she make them knees buckle. She's delectable, like cornbread, oxen that Southern cuisine, such a treat like the Louisiana crawfish on my feet. This dream feels so real. She got the remedy. This dream feels so real. She's the one for me. Affection runs deep, like OGS for classic empowers and Cadillacs test. What she amortizes is faster she got that fire, hot sauce with intellect, that Southern fire. The culture stretches wide, a low mosquito creeks and swarms. Nothing else matters. Georgia, peach, Southern victim, with hospitality, she got that good, good. That's seduction, too good to be reality. Man, look at how she moving

Speaker 5 12:21
slow. Chop. Chop is screwed. Got my mind screwed. This

Donavan LeDean 12:29
is ecstasy. I close my eyes. Don't wake me up. She's vivacious, like family cookout those Friday afternoons, two step, difficult R and be eating my soul food, natural beauty. She wears a natural for Nourse ski in a natural glow. So natural world is queen. She calls me King. Can't let this one go. I'm good. This dream feels so real.

Unknown Speaker 12:52
She's the one for me. Thank

Donavan LeDean 12:58
you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am Donna Willie 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 self value. Never let your value be diminished by others or yourself. You can diminish your value by temptation or acquiring desires into the wrong things or the wrong people because of beautiful appearances, maintain your value by locking in on your purpose that enables you to contribute to society in a major way, then the right people will come into your life respecting your value. Let the legacy begin. Here we go. Here we go. Next man up in my area, there are no

Speaker 6 13:46
role models, only commentators and Great Debaters. It's domesticated, followed by tension, followed by murder. It's complicated. Dear Lord, help me maintain my sanity as I witness the uncertainty amongst humanity, as I witness across the seas be shelling on top of civilians. Death toll from war crimes may soon be in the millions. Power nations avoid peace treaties as one nation threatens another with sanctions, the other nation threatens to retaliate with nukes. It's a power trip. I don't get it help me understand the cruelty come back and put pain on another man when humanity is made to exist on the same plan, the plan to be righteous, to be happy, to co exist in harmony, instead, will conquer territory and kill over money, forcing local civilians refugees. Man will overlook the bigger picture.

Unknown Speaker 14:47
The perpetrators

Speaker 6 14:58
never let up that another body. Fall from a broken system, another body fall from conflict of big nations attempting to conquer small nations, claiming a small nation as a runaway nation, with all they wanted to gain independence, put off the charity to turn the soul with bullying, who was willing to go through someone's pain to gain when in reality, it's a loss. For that, I see break the routines of greed, deal, rule, invest the power in me to crack down on poverty, to save someone from suffering like me, from past days of buying a breakfast sandwich, which was my meal for the entire day, eating the top bread for breakfast, the meat and cheese for lunch, the bottom red for dinner. For that, I see society needs another role model to contribute to the well being of the people. I'll be that role model. Allow me to be me. Come join me.

Speaker 7 15:53
Come join me. That's right. Come join me. You're not alone.

Donavan LeDean 15:59
Peace and love. Next man up.

Speaker 1 16:08
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 worthy of the chase

Unknown Speaker 16:30
and worthy of the chase.

Donavan LeDean 16:33
Next man up down.

Speaker 8 16:36
She stands alone. She stands behind a cast iron wall, drowning in self surrender, the loud quarreling from afar consumes her home and then vanishes like the wind. She anchors for another touch, but all the lights are out and there's no one home. I There's no one home. She is lost. Find her now. Take that battle from her mouth. She has no friends. When will this end? And the family? Well, that's oblivion. She's crashing hard. Until the very end, she stands alone and she's no one's home, no one can hear her screams. Is she enough to save her life? She fights for living to be alive, but when she waits, she's torn into a pieces 1000 times

Speaker 8 17:49
this place dark for now, but it has to be better than where she came from. For the first time, she is taking in her own breath. She stands alone

Donavan LeDean 18:13
next man up

Speaker 3 18:17
black man's jungle, walking down a Boulevard of Broken Dreams like a young Kanye troop 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 the Spanish stores looking down on the poor has become the second middle class. Is true, 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 gonna snatch your 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 heartbeat, 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. Shatter. Maybe I'll just survive in this black man's jungle.

Donavan LeDean 20:08
Next man uptail.

Speaker 2 20:11
This next one is called you it's for anyone who's ever lost, anyone I feel a hole in the middle of my heart. You're gone and we will now forever be apart. How am I supposed to feel right now? I'm still in tears. I'm wondering why and how, why did this have to happen to you? I want to go back in time. There has to be something I can do. You can't really be gone. You can't really be gone. My heart, my soul, my body, aches in the pain of the thoughts of never seeing you again. We weren't ready for you to leave us yet, but from now on, I'll remember you every time the sun sets. You can't really be gone. You can't really be gone. I'll remember you every time the sun

Donavan LeDean 21:00
sets. Here we go. Here we go. X man up. In

Speaker 9 21:03
my opinion, the greatest action cartoon in the world, besides Spider Man, was the X Men. And who was the most popular X Men? Everybody couldn't wait to see. Yeah, Wolverine. That dude was mean with the growl will let you know he means business, with biceps bulging through his yellow X Men uniform slash types. But you might not want to tease him about it, cause he'll be like you're talking to me, and within an instant, you'll be high, telling it faster than the crack head takes the high. But it wouldn't matter, because he'll catch you. And with his anim claws, he can take on sentinels. He can take on magnetos. Hitchmen. Take on villains of all sorts, but he always felt still came up short, thus he could never really take on those anti mutant groups with their picket signs designed to administer hate with words that hurts worse than a jave and juggernaut. And had it not been for his fellow mutants to offer him some encouragement, some motivation, some sense of hope for a better future. He would have given up a long time ago, but I always wonder if he would go to the X Men mansion, in his room, sit on his bed alone in the dark. I wonder if he reflects and asks himself, why people hate what they don't understand, constantly being called a freak, but he counterattacked the notion by considering himself a hero. But heroes are the ones that torment themselves the most. And what's worse, he can't remember his past sounds familiar, but he built a false sense of pride for his animanium skeleton, his ability to rapidly heal, but his inability to die takes him further away from his connection of being human. Cause, he's committed suicide every time the sun settled down for slumber, but he can only stare at the crimson red waltzing down his claws. Cause, immediately his wounds would close. The pain from his puncture is only temporary, but the pain of not knowing who he is feels like a shotgun blast to his soul, but I just want Wolverine to know I understand, and to tell him that sometimes roses do grow in dark places, and that martyrs never asked to die for their purpose, but I know he prayed to die for not understanding his but Wolverine, my brother, you're no different than us, hating what you don't understand, trying to figure out where you came from, put here with the purpose you're not sure of. And Wolverine, I know you're not sure if there's a God, because you look at us and wonder if we're made in God's image. Whose image are mutants made? I know you feel like a clock without a craftsman. So you curse us because you feel that God showed us favor. But those people with those picket signs curse you, cause you favor God. Because even when you're disappointed in us, you protect us. You're invincible, indestructible, Wolverine, if you only knew how much we want to be like you. Because we do everything we can to figure out ways to live longer, to heal faster. It's our inability to understand that everything comes with a price. Every gift is not wrapped in a nice box with the ribbon. Sometimes they appear as anime claws piercing through skin, a skull that can take a bullet and a soul without a clue of its origin. Ironically, my friend, we're just like you, because you're confused on what to do, question your existence, confused of your purpose, sometimes wanting to die, never giving yourself a chance to see how great you can be. That sounds familiar?

Donavan LeDean 24:38
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up

Speaker 8 24:41
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. Me inside me, channel the voice inside me, hear the melody inside me, feel the beating heart inside me, nurture the child inside me, please the beast that resides inside me, soothe the soul inside me, relinquish the fear inside me, relax the breath inside me, release the energy inside me, extend the love inside me, listen to the soul inside of 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 me

Donavan LeDean 26:02
next. Man uptail, Let me chime in on this one right here. Man,

Unknown Speaker 26:11
the people mission, don't

Donavan LeDean 26:19
somebody shut down. I gotta find no houses for right now, no wellness checks, no support base in duration is minimum wage. Hope I met Lenin. Don't force the bank to turn me down for a load. It's time to kind of profile, to get many resting for committing no crimes. More problems I tell more problems I don't know. One solo missions trying to solve the Ritz do can barely pay the cardinal or light bill. Stressed out, y'all stand tall with my head high. I refuse to kneel 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. Cause he own strike. Cause the pay is low. Inflation spikes got suicides, got pill addiction got more debt with no remission. But problems the top more problems give it to the human issue I'm trying to solve. Preach it human issue I'm trying to solve them. Damn.

Do before we end the show, I would like to conclude with the final power message. It's a message about the arts. Our nation is in peril. Democracy is threatened. We've seen the storm before. Executive Orders are being passed to to fund many resources from education to medical to cultural exhibits to radio to the arts. These are primary layers of our democracy that are slowly being peeled away to where democracy may become no more. Radio is known to provide information to those who may only have radio as their only informational source. Music, song and dance are known to have the capability to ease tensions during conflict or war. It is known that exhibits such as the black Sonian educates us on our history, to appreciate who we are and to know where to go from here. So it's more important than ever to unite, to plan fighting the powers that be. Thanks for tuning in to next man up poetry motion, I am your host, Donna Willie ding, to see my inspirational and poetry reels. You can go to YouTube at Donna Willie Dean. Also, you can find my poetry books, children's books and coloring books on Amazon under my name, Donna Willie Dean, for actor or poet bookings. You can contact me via email, DV media ten@gmail.com I am Donna Willie Dean, actor, author and rhythmic poet. Until next Time. Peace, Dave,

Unknown Speaker 29:09
drive you.