Next Man Up, Poetry in Motion

Wesley Knight 0:00
This is a KU NV 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 go. Here

Donavan LeDean 0:15
we go. Move it. Move it. Move it. Yeah, beautiful,

Donavan LeDean 0:24
next man up, damn Let's

Donavan LeDean 0:41
go. Hello World, peace and love and welcome to the show. I am your host, Don levenley, Dean, actor, author and inspirational rhythmic poet, you're now tuned in to next minute 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. The poets that will be featured on our playlist today are Tariq Moore, Donna van Lee, Dean, Liz Prince, Gabby, Moreno, Stephon, Pedway, Michelle Marrero, Zachary, Gutierrez, loved by ACE moody black and Sheldon, Alex Sebastian. Now let's get on with the show. This is x. Man up, poetry in motion. You

Unknown Speaker 1:25
la on a train.

Donavan LeDean 1:35
Man, I had enough looking at these urban skies, polluted, congested, fed up with this urban vibe, but it's temporary. It was cool for a short time. Just need to leave the city limits for a night ride. I'm good now. Just need time to meditate. I see the move. Let me ride out for the sake of better faith. Let me ride out. Just need an ultimate raw sensation cruising 80 down a lonely historic highway straight through, no hesitation. I'm feeling good now the windows down, the cool that he breathes and fading. I'm calm. Now the house is clear. Now, just as clear as the night sky. A cruise up the hill can almost touch the moon stars. I'm tantalosed by the moon's exuberance. It's energy got the countryside. It sits on the horizon, escaping me. I'm riding through a vision of soft painting, like our brain brush my body smooth light strokes, applying cool night colors, applying it delicately with no rush. It's detrimental to the soul to ride back on this night, chasing the moon on the horizon. Super romantic backstropin nullified, the mood ruined by Twilight, but now they worry. See there's a difference in between me and Mother Earth. I ride along the grooves, the curves, the stars, highlights, the beauty displays of works for me. Let me get back to the city bank. Let me get back to the hustle, the bustle, the grind. That's not a farewell to catch it later, the moon on the horizon. We'll do this another time. You

Speaker 1 3:14
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. You

Speaker 1 3:45
I haven't got long in the blink of an eye, so let me have this as I peer off

Donavan LeDean 3:57
sky next man up.

Unknown Speaker 4:01
This last one I want to read is called naked. I feel this one in my heart as I read it.

Speaker 2 4:09
Do I deserve to be loved? Sometimes I feel my heart drop. It goes so low I feel empty. My chest feels light, my body feels heavy. My soul feels alone, not needed, not wanted, not loved, just alone. I've got love to give yet, there's no one to receive. Instead,

Unknown Speaker 4:31
I lay here naked with my heart on my sleeve. I've got love to give yet. There's no one to receive. I I lay here naked with my heart on my sleeve. Thank you so much.

Unknown Speaker 4:48
Here we go. Here we go.

Speaker 3 4:49
Next man up. 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. Less. 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 pure 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 in order 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, lay me up and 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 next man up.

Speaker 4 6:19
Good morning. Another day, another chance, another life, another loss, deep and black thought, trying to get to the roots of a cause, because The Fault in Our Stars will crumble us until we fall, just trying, trying, trying, and trying to figure out how we take a journey from one end to the other, navigating life's contract, not paying attention to the claws all the claws. There's so many claws, so much pressure, so much building inside of me that I just want to jump out of my skin. Where do we go from here? What did we mean to each other? Were we family undercover, or in a past life where we star struck lovers to one another, but to see you, to see you, made me feel new. To experience you when I was feeling so blue and when you would show up for me, that's why I mess with you, because you were the living proof that everything could be all right, but I misused that truth, and I projected my pity and my insecurities onto you, and that is why you are no longer here with me. I just I want another chance. I just want another chance to hold your hand. I just wanna hang out with you in the school dance. I just wanna please. I'm sorry. Ms Jackson, forget what happened. Then just let me live again. But I will carry you on with me. And you did one thing, you spared me of this cause, and you gave me back what I lost, which is time, conversations, moments, dignity, respect, and, most importantly, another good morning.

Donavan LeDean 8:12
Next man uptail Three,

Speaker 5 8:16
I at times, ponder the colors of death, the paleness, the black rot, vain, sickly blue, the stiff victim, unaware of my breath, croaked, silence, deafening with a heart true, the dim glories are gone. Spring had ebbed off, and winter creeps with frostbite, blackening a chill, then down my spine like falling snow, soft as I dressed their form with my hands, slackening my sapphire tears crash on down, shattering into River lets on their slopes of skin through my scalpel on the tray, spattering the black blood on my tossed aside apron I must leave escape the confines of life and treat with my high passions, with posing right escape the confines of life.

Donavan LeDean 9:28
Next man up

Speaker 6 9:30
my place. Please allow me to reintroduce myself. I have found the epicenter of safety. This place calls my name and welcomes me to my new life. This place sets me free. In my mind's eye, I shouldn't speak of it as am I scared away, but my visions give way to its sublime glory, the space in between, where the gloomy hearts reside, where the night sky speaks to you as. Annihilate with body aches and pains, fades away and transmutes treasure. Their voices are calling you from far away, teaching you your truth, asking you to unlearn and rewire, to be brave and inspire you can rest here. Let me repeat that you can rest here with eyes closed and an open heart collecting love. Be not afraid, for this is a chance to walk in your heaven, to see your light and experience the real you.

Donavan LeDean 10:40
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up.

Speaker 1 10:43
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 some veins with electrified cells with no breaking for breaks or vacations.

Unknown Speaker 11:04
Oh, well, oh, well,

Donavan LeDean 11:13
next man up.

Donavan LeDean 11:41
This is food for the people.

Donavan LeDean 11:51
A new day, a new way. Give me harmony. Give me melody. Solution is R and B, give me love. Give me your touch. Don't let the hype rise above causing too much. What we got can evolve to what it can be. Let it be authentic beyond what you can see. The effort is timeless. Society is ruthless. Giving relieves the pain together. We can do this together. We can build together. We can fulfill. Use your voice to add a choice, a new day, a new way. Give me love. Give me your touch. Don't let the hype rise above causing too much. What do we got? Can evolve to what it can be. Let it be authentic beyond what you can see. The effort is timeless. Society is ruthless, giving relief the pain together. We can do this together. We can build together. We can fulfill use your voice to add a choice, a new day, a new way. You

Donavan LeDean 13:20
Dave, thank you for tuning in to next. Man up. Poetry motion. I am your host. 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 fear. Never allow the failures of yesterday spill over until today. You've trained, you've lived, you've learned things will happen that's not in your control. I get it. Life be life yet, continue to move with grace, confidence, to minimize the L's tomorrow in order to acquire more W's, right now you got this. Here we go. Here we go. Next man up.

Unknown Speaker 14:10
Latra, I'm just

Donavan LeDean 14:15
trying to connect with you through storytelling. Don't sound bad. Let's go. Ah, damn. Uh, damn, yes, winner, right here

Unknown Speaker 14:29
it is fire.

Donavan LeDean 14:33
It's that you mil to change the routine that suits me. It's fundamental, but that's the routine that cultivates the cultivating the mind the spirit of a path for 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 lay death just one with thee each tip I take on up the slope may cleanse this disease. Up the hill I walk. I'm rewarded with a cool breeze, rewarding me for taking a chance, a chance to be free. Up the hill I walk. It becomes true and psychological. Observing the colorful galaxies and Dallas in the dusky skies becomes philosophical. Up the hill I walk, the Galaxy brushes the morning blue the sun rise. See as it rises, the gate of the heavens opens. I slowly revive up the hill. I walk the sunrise with warming grace. It becomes uplifting, a force that captures me with such grace. On top of the hill, I now stand. I encounter the Almighty. He gives a few words that's encouraging repair me for all that might be. He introduced me to his soldiers, soldiers of the heavens as the army with the knowledge and power the equipment that means on top of the hill, I am now strong, playful, agile at its best, ready to take a little juggernaut downhill for a promise of tomorrow I shall not lay no rest. Yeah, that's it. That's it, right there. La, write it back. Next. Man up.

Speaker 2 15:59
Hello. So the first poem I'm going to 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.

Speaker 1 17:12
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 is not easy making space, but that love is possibility, worthy of the chase

Unknown Speaker 17:33
and worthy of the chase.

Donavan LeDean 17:36
Next man up,

Speaker 7 17:39
co existing in many realms of thought, a walk in prayer, meditation. I can't evade frequencies. I can't explain speak to me in wisdoms name. I've been on that resonance before. They coined it. Schumann's Babylon can't control me. I broke out the show like I was Truman, the human programmed analytics. Can measure the spirit, thus they can't fully study us. At this point, it's apparent. Know thyself, mental, physical and etheric lyrics. Tap into your central node, to the soul. You can feel it. Sit in the sun, download codes. I can hear them. There's a natural mystic flowing on Mother Nature's via rhythm. Get on beat, connect with every single living organism, like ancestors before these evil ways of the system walking the less traveled road. I and I have seen many visions, many nights, sitting still, yet still, I listen. Guidance enters a vessel with pure precision, a choice to make daily. Why do we wrestle the right decisions? Tussling with a test illusions carrying us away from the way we already know what's best. Come back home, beloved, you no longer have to beat an eagle's chest. Perch inside like an eagle in its nest. Followers Cliff dive into the next trend, since a U always been taking heed to the riddles the elders were testing. Now I'm years ahead with good investments. Just bump my head a little less than nonetheless, an imperfect perfection, a walk in prayer. Avid meditator rounds a dark between each I'm a mediator, a metaphor of sorts, seeing obstacles as sport I must master Slow and steady wins the race. I learned that in the beginning chapters of a book without middle or end, life goes on again and again. I write on and on with my mind as my ink and my soul as my pen.

Donavan LeDean 19:58
Here we go. Here we go. X, man up.

Speaker 8 20:01
I want to love you like a country man. I want to hang out with you on the front porch with rocking chairs, waltzing on wrinkle wood. I would sing you country love songs like Islands in the Stream, because that is what we are. I want to love you like a country, man, I want to go outside and catch lightning bugs with you. Not fireflies, lightning bugs that Drake the sky like city lights, but we molasses strip of this country, grandma, our twang pour out like lack of proper punctuation that flows so perfect from the mouths of our mason jars. I want to stare at the moon beams from your smile. It's the kind of moonshine I want to drink so your laughter is my libation. I want to love you like a country man. Love you like chopping wood. Handle you firm. Keep you sharp. So when it's time to go deep, we go deep like southern roots in this slave filled soil that extend this country, all over this country, where everyone can see how country they really is. I wanna love you like fishing grits, shrimp and grits, buddy, and grits and I don't like sugar in my grits, but you baby, you can be the sugar in my grits. I wanna love you like a country man, like cutting the grass on Saturday mornings, I can be your John Deere to make sure I properly manicure the landscape of our love. Love you like all the chores done and we can finally watch a movie. Kind of love I want to love you like a country man going to church. You on the Usher board so I can love you like Deacon Johnson. Love sister Betty. Love you like pulpit. Love you like counting all the money in the back room for the building fund. Love you like watching you sing on the choir. Love you like I want to hug every hallelujah that's in your soul. I wanna love you like a country man. Have you kiss my thick country lips, the lips you say you love to hear me say things like show Liz, show love. Bless her heart. And look at here. So baby, look at here. Let me love you like a country man. Will we be two grasshoppers in lush green meadows wide as all our doze looking up at the velvet blanket of Vanilla Sky till it's can't see country black outside, but the neighbors can hear us chirping, grasshopper leg rubbing language,

Unknown Speaker 23:04
I want to love you like a country man, just as long as you love me like a country woman, loving her country man, then we can show The world that being country is

Donavan LeDean 23:21
cool. Next man up.

Speaker 9 23:24
I call this love. Oh, what if I bore you the essence of my soul? What if I laid bare the steps that make me whole? What if I told you this piece was already inspired, but scattered signs and silence left love to cry, avoid so deep even poets came to love. If I presented you with tear stain sheets and fractured dreams puzzles of My Spirit with ripped seams, would you find the time to reconstruct the parts of love or abandon them despite the cost? See, I know my spirit speaks in cryptic tones. My Love can't thrive in simplicity when it is carved in Stone's eye and a being who finds solace in complexity, structuring stanzas of conflict with this mic next to me, where rhyme, rhythms and vulnerabilities dance while emotions echo in a timeless trance and light reflects these letters written in the sand. This penniline is more than mere ink. It is the conductor of sacred spells, healing wounds in translation, bridging gaps of understanding and revitalizing the clock stopped in conversation. But what if I surrender to the beacon of suppression, muzzled by the posed expression? What if I gave up so much of my power that it made my penguin? What if I allows your diminished lexicon to read through each layer of these songs I speak, and if your shallowness triumphs the core of my expression, I would feel my essence faith into a writer's depression as these sacred symbols sank like the petals of a rose, heartbreaks tied would slowly consume the greatest love story ever known. See, I am a love poet. My deepest verses stem from the shackles of love bond sculpt into the. Queens, only for them to be restrained by the ghost that idle in my subconscious mind. I write from flames that burn without a spark, lighting passions and crowds culminated by fears in the dark, from fires that rage with no kindling to ignite, forging verses from the voices of angels of the night. This double edge cleaves the flames to watch creativity burn with all how easily a broken heart can make this trajectory turn. If the lights of this stage were bright enough to expose my scars, would you still applaud my pain and coward at the weight of my wars, if I revealed the true torment of this money? Would you marvel at my imagery as crowds adore providing ovation to my symmetry, blind to demons at my core. Would you still find my verses as relentless as before with the reality that this love is fueled by fear? Silence your praises above I bear the weight of my soul through this pit, revealing the raw truth of a love poet, sin love. My ace is no title. It's an old that only the deepest of pain can inspire. Oh,

Donavan LeDean 26:13
next man up. Oh,

Unknown Speaker 26:23
breaks.

Unknown Speaker 26:25
Nerve is hard. I'm trying to find a way trying to curb a sacred and do it just breaking

Speaker 10 26:33
down breaks I no.

Donavan LeDean 26:49
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. Carnage is on a regular another family instinct, grief. Mics were cut off still. The Tennessee three were able to speak from the crying girl and dying boy slain by assault styles too many bullets to a boy pray for him as they attempt to fight for a law made for all, as they attempt to prevent another body to fall history. The mic and yet, in the midst of infamy, they're setting aside politics for human safety, making enemies Your vote can the void that will attempt Your vote can avoid that may be a bullet. What it got to be unprecedented as we witness the headlines of an indictment as the rich make more money on merch posts as victims inciting Another riot never quiet. The problem is allowed. 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 helpers please and dire need of open minds and clear views so that one day we'll miss universal healthcare making headlines on CNN news.

Donavan LeDean 27:59
Exhale, PRAY, WAIT for it. Peace never came. Now beware our man force bound to take the Republic. God bless us, as we fight for peace on earth, as mankind kills one another to gain more turf, for drugs, for crops, for money, for clout. Urgent message, human to human, heart to heart, change your route for a fresh start. You breath

Donavan LeDean 28:32
before we end the show, I would like to conclude with the final power message. It's a message about humanity you feel in your heart that you can take part in making a change, restoring the rights as a human being. Yet those who may look like you share bias opinions towards another group, creating the vision. Yet their opinions don't solve the issue. We can claim that whatever is going on with one group isn't our problem, but later on, their problem can become ours, because evil shoots off like stray bullets without an actual target before race, religion, creed, we are humans existing to help each other for the well being of humanity. Together, we thrive. Divided, we fall. Thanks for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am your host, Donna van Lee Dean, to see my inspirational and poetry reels, you can go to YouTube at Donovan Lee Dean. Also, you can find my poetry books, children's books and coloring books on Amazon under my name, Donovan Lee Dean, for actor or poets bookings. You can contact me via email dv mediatin@gmail.com Special, thanks to the general support of Stephen King, whose contribution allows you our listeners to listen to more programming of inspirational music, poetry and dialog. I am Donovan edeen, actor, author and inspirational rhythmic poet until next time. Peace Day.

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