Next Man Up, Poetry in Motion

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go. Here we go. Move it. Move it. Move it.

Yeah, beautiful, next man up, damn let's go peace

and love and love and welcome to the show. I am your host, Donovan leden, actor, author and rhythmic poet. You're now tuned in to next minute poetry in 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. Now let's get on with the show. This is next man up, poetry in motion. You

Speaker 1 1:36
no demands. We

Donavan LeDean 1:47
need a leader. You with vision, your paramount to move the world impact the next generation of a young boy and a girl, terror is on a rise. Harness airlines 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, taking it once, degrade, abduction. I'm taking on a fight. Fall, I believe and you lead the way. Boost. Humanity is on us for a brighter day.

Speaker 2 2:28
Dave I want to love you like a country man next man up. 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 crits. 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 the 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, showing up. 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, then we can show the world that being country is cool.

Unknown Speaker 6:10
Call this one courage.

Speaker 3 6:15
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 rebook. After all, Marvel in moments that haven't yet come alive and hold 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 mosaics stitched from on. Seems a testament in each scar and stretch a legacy of resilience only you possess. I know the weight you carry, the silent prayers of canon, 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 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. 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 believe no trace, no math could guide them through the weight each step you've taken, each fear you faced, is so 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 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 wrong, you

Speaker 4 9:05
are never alone.

Donavan LeDean 9:17
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up.

Speaker 5 9:21
Check yourself. What are we doing right now? What are we even talking about? You don't even know who I am, and you're not even listening to what's coming out of your mouth. You should do this. You should do that. You should dress fancy. You should drink this. You should get on this. You should get on that. Do you hear yourself? You think you're spitting facts, but you're just projecting nonsense, and that is whack. Who I am and what I choose to be is who I choose to be, and who you are is who you are and who you choose to be. But somehow you're confusing you with me, and I'm not you. I can never be you. I can never stunt in the best shoes. I can never dress in the flyest gear. I can never articulate science or fiction because I'm stranger than fiction to science. I'm just trying to put things together. But here's my argument. In this world, all we are ourselves. The universe created us. We were atoms. We came together, we bonded, we formed humanity. Like I said, it's just my theory. Don't try to correct me. I'm just trying to live in my truth. Rather my truth is ignorant. It's up to me, but if my truth is ignorant to you, then what you gonna do nothing but sit silent and listen, because it's my turn to speak. I got nothing but love for you. I got nothing but love for him. I got nothing but love for her. I don't even know if I'm even writing a poem right now. Maybe I'm just trying to vent and get it off my chest. But ultimately, I'm trying to check this chest, because I gotta put this chest in this fool and checkmate. And my checkmate is I'm gonna sit here and eat my prime rib. I want you to sit across from me, and I want you to witness it, because between you and I. This is just an opportunity for dialog, but you need to recognize, never project your energy onto me, because I am not you. You are not me, and if you want to get wrecked, I Just put you in check. Check.

Unknown Speaker 12:00
What's good world?

Donavan LeDean 12:04
Show your ride. Allow me to speak to you tonight, for 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 four 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 and signed I have a small conversation with him that ended with an encouraging statement, stay strong, King God 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 you.

Thank you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am Donovan Lee D 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 letting time help you rise from your downfalls, no matter how many times your enemies try to push your buttons or those who may say things that make you feel less than human, you are phenomenal, dignified. You got a skill that this world needs to thrive, and a bravado that shows through your proud posture. Negative opinions can swell the brain like water through a spine. Challenge only if you let it. Does it matter what those random people say or do against you? You got a purpose, you got a plan, and within time, you'll rise and those randoms will fall.

Next man up to

that girl from way back style, she got me southern dreaming. Thick and creamy, fine, brown, sweet as mine's best pie. That girl from way back style, she got me southern dreaming. She presses through the fields of the fields of the magnolias. She's funny. Them thick curves as a groove of slow rhythm, compelled by Melody a hummingbird. Country Girl is striking Fauci sex appeal, never discrete. Guitar plays celebrating her beauty with Southern reels. She's the dream, she's the one for me. You make moist from the Gulf, moist the skin, sexy, something by your soul, fierce. She make your 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. OGS for classic and palettes and Cadillacs. Rises faster. She got that hot sauce with intellect, that Southern swagger the culture stretches by the low mosquito creases and swamps. Nothing else matters. She's we destroy your peach, Southern victim, hospitality. She got that good a seduction, too good of a reality, man, look at how

Unknown Speaker 17:00
she moving. Job. This is

Unknown Speaker 17:07
ecstasy. I close my eyes. Don't wake me up. She's vivacious, like family cookout those Friday afternoons to step Dave or be eating my soul food. Natural beauty, she wasn't natural for Nourse skiing, a natural glow. So natural world is queen. She calls me King. Can let this one go. I'm good.

Unknown Speaker 17:29
She's the one for me.

Speaker 3 17:33
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 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 manifested in your presence. I move forward broken pieces because I shine bright like the glorious sun in the summertime, I'm feeling mighty fire with my robs 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 song. You're not wrong, united and 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 striving beyond feet, pop stars so. Sun. Can eat, speak for the little ones. Bullets more abundant than books. You 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 said, What 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 you

Unknown Speaker 20:43
it's like so

Speaker 6 20:45
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 they get an 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, stay home, toast off pandemic lives. So we all know what that is, right. Confuse the state of mind. See, everybody is out here partying and celebrating when this world is studying recycling, hate, white against 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 we 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.

Donavan LeDean 23:05
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up. I

Unknown Speaker 23:08
call this love.

Speaker 3 23:12
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 deprived, void so deep, even poets came to love. If I presented you with tears saying sheets and flags, your dreams puzzles of My Spirit with ripped seams, would you find the time to reconstruct the parts I've lost or abandoned 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. Am a being who finds solace and complexity structuring stanzas of conflict with this mic next to me, where rhyme rhythms and vulnerabilities dance, where emotions echo in a timeless trance and light reflects these letters written in the sand. This pen of mine is more than mere ink it is the conductor of sacred spells, healing wounds and translation, bridging gaps of understanding and revitalizing the clock stopped in conversation with what if I surrender to the beacon of suppression muzzled by deposed expression? What if I gave up so much of my power that it made my pen with fire allows your diminished lexicons read through each layer of these psalms I speak, and if your shallowness triumphs the core of my expressions, I would feel my essence faith in school right as depression as these sacred symbols sank like the petals of a rose, heart breaks, tide will slowly consume the greatest love story of a known see, I am a love poet. My deepest verses stem from the shackles of love, Vine scoped in soliloquies, only for them to be restrained by the ghosts that idle in my subconscious mind. I write from flames that burn without Spark, lighting passions and crowds culminated by fears in the dark, from fires that rage with no kindling to it. Night, forging verses from the voices of angels of the night, this devil edge cleaves the flames to watch creativity burn with all how easily a broken heart can make this trajectory time. 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 Mister with the reality that this love is fueled by fierce silence your praises forever I bear the wake up my soul through this pit we're feeling the rock fruit of a loved poets and love. My ace is no title. It's an old that only the deepest of pain can inspire. Oh,

Speaker 7 26:07
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 26:28
and worthy of the chase.

Donavan LeDean 26:41
I'm sa connect with you through storytelling. Don't tell me, let's go.

Unknown Speaker 26:50
There's a winner right here.

Donavan LeDean 26:59
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 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 these. Each step I take on another slope may cleanse this disease. Up until I walk, I'm rewarded with a cool breeze, rewarding even to get 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 the hill. 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 sun rises 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. Hendri Dismissed to his soldiers, soldiers of the heavens as the army, with the knowledge and power, the equipment that 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 before we end the show. I would like to inspire you once more with the final power message. It's a message about silence as you walk the road less traveled, silence can be your arsenal to strategically Counter Strike bullies who strike against you with their tactics. You don't have to be victim of travesty by engaging with Vicious vulgarity. Tell them things such as, hey, let's try to do this another way. Or what you're doing is not a good look. Or if that doesn't work, just tell them do better next time. As you exit yourself away from the conflict, you're simply letting the bully know you're not an easy target. Silence speaks volumes. Thanks for tuning in to next man up. Poetry motion. I am Donna really 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, Donna villa. D, for actor or poet bookings. You can contact me via email, DV media ten@gmail.com I am Donna Finley D actor, author and rhythmic poet until next time. Peace Day.