Resilience, Unity, and Growth Through Spoken Word Poetry
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Here we go. Here we go. Move it. Move it. Move it.
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Yeah, beautiful, next man up. Let's go,
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peace and love and welcome to the show. I am your host, Donna van leden, actor, author and rhythmic poet. You're now tuned in to next man up poetry motion, where the mission is to provide the essence of poetry in motion, promoting peace, love and growth for the existence of humanity and the culture this poetry show will motivate, educate and inspire you with spoken word through cultural expression. This poetry show is brought to you by as je productions, as je productions.com for all your filming and photography needs, you can find as je productions on Instagram, or you can call Stuart, J, l, Z, at 8103368, 810-336-3926, that's 810-336-3926, now let's get on with the Show. This is x. Man up, poetry in motion.
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of this hard. I'm trying to find a way try to COVID sacred and do it. That's the Dave. I'm 80 now, breaking down literally seven days
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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 seen grief. Mics were cut off still to the Tennessee three were able to speak from the crying girl and dying boy slain by soft styles, too many bullets to a boy, pray for them as they attempt to fight for a law made for all as they attempt to prevent another body to fall history, the mankind, yet in the midst of infamy, they're setting aside politics for human safety, making enemies. Your vote can avoid the winning tears Your vote can avoid the may be and pull ain't 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. Riots never quiet. The problems are loud. More foreigners are crowding US borders like refugees after Roe v Wade reversed, more women are escaping red things like refugees, more protest industries like helpless please and dire need of open minds and clear views so that one day, witnesses universal health care making headlines on CNN news.
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Excel, PRAY, WAIT for beast 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 to 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. You deeper.
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I come across a mirror, and I see a black man. I see a black man, six feet tall, but I only see the reflection of the black man. The black man needs to go deeper, but the black man only sees the surface. How do I look at myself in the mirror and be a man in the mirror while making that change? How do I go deeper? How do I ask the right questions? Well, there is the question, I must go deeper, blood, flesh, skin, bones. No, I need you to go deeper. Okay, the sun, the moon, the rain, the atmosphere. No, I need you to climb deeper. Climb and go deeper. Dig, dig, dig. I see blackness. I see the sky. I see the moon. I see the stars. I see the sun. I see the rising of the suns and the moons and the stars. I see people. I see blackness. I see black people together. I see unity. I see culture. I see dances and drums. I see. Ooh, rhythms of the nations. That's right. Keep digging deeper. Bum Bum Bum bum. I see cultures coming together, and I see us uniting and teaching our ancestors And our children and their children's children about culture, history, society and then some. Now you're digging. I see oppression. I see boats. I see chains. I see shackles. I see hurt. I see rape. I see pillage. I see burning. I see fire. I see flames. I see health. I hear screams. I hear it all deeper. I see America. I see chains and jackals. I see the languages, the languages that I cannot speak. I see languages that we cannot speak. I see oppression. I see buildings. I see society. I see us building buildings, building up to something. What are we building up to? Are we building up to freedom? Dig deeper. I see a freedom. I see a moment of freedom. I see the fight for freedom. I see the wars. I see the new light. I see the emancipation proclamation that was signed. But was it for us, or was it for another hidden agenda? Now you're digging deeper. I see mothers. I see sisters. I see daughters. I see wives. I see husbands. I see fathers. I see so many different things and families building a gap, building and coming together. Deeper, step on, deeper, deeper, deeper. I see a society. I see us coming together. I see mama. I see I see pillows. I see blankets. I see comforters. I see depression. I see an open heart. I see yearning and longing. I see you can't touch you must go on. I see marriage. I see children. I see divorce. I see remarriage. I see divorce. I see knowledge. I see gifts. I see education. I see wealth. I see things being passed down and down and down and down, but I see death, yet I see hope. I see change. I see blackness. I see woman. I see man. I see family. I see the light. I see the universe. I see the depths of me. Deeper.
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Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper.
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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 higher too. I meditate with roots and 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 summer time 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, custard 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 song. You're not wrong, united in being more than a statistic. Shake your 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 spit 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 stars so his son can eat, speak for the little ones. Bullets more abundant than books. You're not just your looks. I walk the road less traveled 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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here we go. Here we go. Next man up.
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Let the sun set easy on the days I have left, I am very unaware of the duration of my breath, and I like the ones 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 tits, but my heart remains dead with a strong innocence. I haven't got long in the blink of an eye. So let me have this is up here, off in the sky. I
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haven't got long in the blink of a knot, so let me have, this is up here, off
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in the sky, ratio of my
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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 drip 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 fill soil that extend this country, all over this country, where everyone can see how country they really is. I want to love you like fish and grits, tripping 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 want to love you like a country man, like cutting the grass on Saturday mornings, I could 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 a choir, love you like I want to hug every hallelujah that's in your soul. I want to love you like a country man. Have you kissed my thick country lips? Lips you say you love to hear me say things like show Liz, show nerve, bless our heart and look at here. So baby, look at here. Clipping. Love you like a country man. Will we be two grasshoppers and lush green meadows wide is all our does? 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, grass hopping, leg rubbing, language, I want to love you like a country man, just as long as you love me like a country woman, loving her country man, you. Then we can show the world that being country is cool.
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Thank you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry motion. I am Donovan Lee ding, 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 time you've trained, you've developed and gained skill now you're ready to be champion in what you do, but it appears that life is forcing you to wait your turn for a shot. Don't worry, it's coming. Remain steady in your training, your diet, your routines, and let time be your compass.
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Dawn of the aftermath. I know what you're thinking, elections, robbing, corruption, rigged systems, another four years when they should have thrown the book at him and the anxiety, the anxiety is bursting at the seams, and that little voice inside of you just says,
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and it's okay, feel this the heart of the thumping nation, the insecurities raging the headlines on the internet, pages, the stories that I know you hated, the messages are so purely outdated because politics are so overrated. Dancing around the cage mind of David, stars will shine because darkness is blinder than fame is dangerous. Yo, chill, chill. You feel this potion. Your self esteem is in motion. Where you go from here only you and God know this. Hold this moment own this. Don't devour this, but don't blow it. Plan your next move. But you have to stay open. You have to control this. But wait, control. You have to let go of it, rebuild life on the slow tip, help others with the kind heart the way that the elders taught you showmanship. Just ease on up with that confidence. Actually, you need to smoke that confidence, because it is the purest form of a drug that the Earth grows. May I partake in ahead of it?
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Can you feel it?
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It's all around you, the rhythm, the sounds, the blues you're hiding, but they will find you. You cannot contest. You just have to hold it close to the chest, your subconscious is not wanting to rest because it wants to live and sound like a heavenly crest. You're needed more, not less. You needed more, not less. You needed more, not less. You wanted more, not less, because little did you know? Little did you know? Little did you know you have the whole country with you. Little did you know,
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here we go. Here we go. Next man up.
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That girl from way back style, she got me southern dreaming, thick and creamy, fine, brown, sweet as mine. Fast. That girl from way back south, she got me southern dreaming. She invaded my soul. She presses through the fields of the Magnolia. She's spawning them thick curves as a groove of a slow rhythm, compelled by Melody a hummingbird. Country Girl was striking, Fauci sex appeal, never discreet. Guitar plays celebrating her beauty with Southern wheels.
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Moist from the golf moisture, skin, sexy, so I'm proud of the buyers. So fierce. She make them knees, Bucha. She's delectable, like cornbread, oxen, that Southern cuisine, such a treat, like the Louisiana crawfish on my feet. This
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dream feels so real.
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She's got the remedy. This dream feels so real. She's she's the one for me. I thought you run steep like OGS for classic and palace and Cadillacs. That thing rise slow. Bucha is faster. She got that fire hot sauce. But intellect that Southern inspired. The culture stretches wild, mosquito creeps and swamps. Nothing else matters. Georgia peach, Southern victim, hospitality. She got that good a seduction, too good of a reality, man, look at how she moving. Got
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my mind. Wonder.
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This is ecstasy. I close my eyes. Don't wake me up. She's vivacious, like family, cookout those Friday afternoons, two step Dave, R and B, eating my soul food. Natural beauty. She wasn't natural for Nourse skiing, a natural glow. So natural is queen. She calls me King. Can let this one go. I'm good. This dream feels so real. She's the one for me.
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Tossing and turning is harder to breathe. Deprived in my sleep is your love that I need. The day you return is the day that I leave for the final arrival. That's why I believe, from water to wine as your blood, we are blessed. The bread is your flesh. I won't settle for less. I will hunger for more. On Your Grace, I will feed the giver of life. This is Rob. The bread is your flesh. I won't settle for this.
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All right, here's another one. This one is called confusion. Confusion, this state of mind when brothers and sisters walk around like zombies, doing that same old thing, polluting their lungs while poisoning their brains, holding their heads up high, strutting with no shame, faking like to get into education, but what they're really getting is insane. You see our children, our beautiful, creative children, go to school every day learning to read and write, and still can't read or write. And according to the symbol formerly known as Prince, he says the sign of the times. I say there's so much confusion. We seem to be blind, confused state of mind. Whatever happened to Dr Martin Luther King, Jr's Dream, which was deeply rooted in the American dream, though the American Dream is nothing but a scheme built up on the backs of who yes, Aboriginals like me and you now in 2024 What do our people to do? Drink and drive, say, tomatoes off pandemic lines. So we all know what that is, right, confused and state of mind. See, everybody is out here partying and celebrating when this world is studying recycling, hate, white against black, black against white, stop. Let's take a look at the statistics that keep track. In fact, it's white against black, black against black and cop against black, and wonder why death was a fascination to the youth from the east to the west. Death is at your rest. There's no need to wonder why rappers need to wear bulletproof vest. Tupac and Biggie pop smoke and Nipsey took slugs to the chest. Y'all know what that is, right, confused state of mind. See, I've been out here searching for the beginning of our existence, but finding the end to all resistance. The time is now for some drastic change. The time has come for some mental rearranging. Let's flush out all our Euro ways and look to our ancestors for new days. To you, this may seem somewhat extreme, but Malcolm told us all, by any means necessary to accomplish this goal, which is to open people's eyes and revitalize our soul. With this we can leave this long, drawn out confused state of mind behind. Confused state of mind, you. I
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call this one courage.
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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 wait on you. So I beg of you set them down when you're 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, relook after all, Marvel in moments that haven't yet come alive and hooked close to quiet what your fears are. We get caught up in the heights we'll talk to crave forgetting the courage it takes to face each day. Life isn't made of effortless dreams, but of Mosaic stitched from Nourse. 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 Ken, 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 honor the days it took all you had to with. Stand for I see you the struggles you survived, the night you thought you'd never feel alive. You are not bound to pain or scars. You're the pulse, the heartbeat, the living spark. You are worthy of adoration for the strength you hold, a resilience, fierce and steady as gold. Believed 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 is so you are 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 a 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
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are never for thank
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you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am Donovan leading this music. Poetry show has been brought to you by as je productions. As je productions.com for all your filming and photography needs, you can find as je productions on Instagram or call Stuart JLT at 810-336-3926. That's 810-336-3926. Before we go, I would like to conclude with the final power message to uplift each and every listener and to get you in a good head space. It's a message about self worth. You may not know your identity in this complex society, but know that this world needs you. In time, you will discover the talents you possess, because you're always on the move to learn and grow. Embrace the process, and soon your identity will manifest. Thanks for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am Donna Valley, Dave. 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. I am Donovan Lee Dean, actor, author and rhythmic COVID. Until next Time, peace, Dave,
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bye. Thrive,
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