tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176604482009-05-06T12:36:06.482-04:00Iyeoka Okoawo - PoetryIyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-40442313755842831722009-02-08T22:15:00.003-05:002009-02-08T22:36:56.996-05:00message to youKeep Heaven close wherever you go.<br />a good place to put it is in your back pocket.<br />Heaven comes in handy you know.<br />So hold the globe.<br />You're invincible now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-4044231375584283172?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-59691853524555507142008-12-20T14:31:00.000-05:002008-12-20T14:32:13.509-05:00<strong>We are here like the dust in a sunbeam<br />Wondering how they will remember us when we are gone<br />Pondering if these moments will matter<br />Battling with our need to live in this manner<br />Detached with the echoes of our journeys tattooed on our backs<br /><br />Now for me life moves much like a dream<br />Complete with TIME skipping rope<br />With the path my hopes want to take<br />And sometimes I fear like I’m falling<br />Sometimes I know when I need to fly<br /><br />Most times I’m standing very still<br />Sight reading the meaning of the brail <br />Raised beneath my fingertips<br />And I believe each lift to mean <br />We are still discovering which of our<br />Senses we can trust<br /><br />Or perhaps right now <br />is happening in this sequence<br />As time jumps and yesterday sails<br />In the same rate of forever <br />as every breath we<br /><br />Inhale (hope)…Exhale.<br />Inhale (hope)…exhale.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-5969185352455550714?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-84142809000807304122008-11-05T03:30:00.002-05:002008-11-05T03:34:54.049-05:00MY POEM TO NATIVE SON AND PRESIDENT ELECT BARAK OBAMADefuse me as promised<br />Contend me<br />Choose me and the transition into HOPE will become a part of our mission<br />Do not fear what they told you could possibly be a mirror to the impossible<br />Do not fear when they tell you that you may fail<br />Remember you MADE today possible<br />Paving a version of this vision that began <br />As a new generation and dissipated <br />Into a witness of perfection ready for reconciliation<br />Of the trials and tribulations of a people ready for this moment to come<br /><br />Find a moment to build your personal campaign to victory<br />Succeed when your moment comes for you<br />Focus and recognize the turning point when it happens<br />Watch them as they analyze your success <br />Know that they will celebrate you and criticize your journey in the same breath<br />Trust that you will be the same man you were <br />When you failed at inspiring the person <br />You wanted most to inspire<br /><br />We will soon understand the feeling of that echo<br />We will define and defend <br />What it means to lead the life of rising <br />From the bottom to the top<br />To cracking a ceiling of glass<br />To being 5 generations removed from slavery<br />To being proud once again to declaring yourself an American, an African, a woman or a man, a Patriot, a part of something greater than anything you ever thought was worthy of being shouted over a rainbow or a mountain top<br /><br />Today is the day we learned you became President of the United States of America<br />Today we celebrate in the present tense<br />We believed but knew not what the definition of the <br />Ultimate perspective would ever become<br /><br />But now we know<br />Now we know that in time<br />In time you can survive <br />The hurricane that will come for you<br />Now you know that in time<br />That this change in our lives will leave us <br />Better than we ever were before<br /><br />Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-8414280900080730412?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-62477206576840318672008-10-28T13:55:00.001-04:002008-10-28T13:57:24.537-04:00What She Said<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let us start with what she did not say<br />She did not say:<br />Abandon me<br />I am broken<br />I have the ability to become stone<br />My eyes will reflect everything<br />About me you will never know<br />I will betray you on more twilights than you deserve<br />You will discover I am not the woman you thought I was<br />For you have found a way to strangle her<br />Stripping her spirit like a mutiny in the night<br />This image of pure and perfection<br />Of yours and happily ever after<br />This deep-rooted pedestal<br />This pluck of beauty and magic and human<br />We are both damaged now<br />Dancing on the hollow graves of our yesterdays<br />But you will only endure one side to this story<br />And believe what you need to justify<br />That which has blinded you for so long<br />You will regret every moment you contemplated<br />Leaving her behind<br />But you will leave her behind<br />Slowly detaching yourself from the memory<br />Of ever committing to love like this<br />You will replay your life in reverse from present to past tense<br />In attempts to retrace the position of the trapped door<br />The hologram, the imaginary friends, the scent of another woman<br />That led you down the path of doubting your heart again and again<br />The ONE thing you could have trusted amidst the<br />Illusions of immaculate confessions and conversations<br />So let us continue with one of them<br />With what she did say<br />She said:<br />I am leaving you<br />I am finding strength from the parts of myself<br />That you have neglected<br />I have the ability to become stone<br />But will choose to remain a woman<br />I will cry when I need to cry<br />I will never contemplate suicide<br />I will breathe<br />I will write<br />I will balance dancing eating sleeping<br />i will get up in the morning<br />I will avoid wasting days<br />I will find a way to revive the woman I loved before I loved you<br />This image of pure and perfection<br />Of yours and happily ever after<br />This deep-rooted pedestal<br />This pluck of beauty and magic and human</span><br />Iyeoka ivie okoawo © 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-6247720657684031867?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-33296029257971970832008-06-18T23:25:00.003-04:002008-06-19T00:00:04.160-04:00Women's Leadership and Revival Tour<span style="font-size:11;">The Berkana experience began like this:<br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal">We gather together</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes under noisy highways </p> <p class="MsoNormal">surrounded by painted oak trees drawn over dusty concrete and cement</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The memory of the green </p> <p class="MsoNormal">reminds us of what is still possible </p> <p class="MsoNormal">revitalizing what remains </p> <p class="MsoNormal">every day becomes a tug of faith </p> <p class="MsoNormal">enriched in the moment of our lives and what is provided </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">shifting into a partnership between the universe and ourselves</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I surrender</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Acknowledging the chaos of my expectations </p> <p class="MsoNormal">acknowledging an understanding of patterns like</p> <p class="MsoNormal">poverty leads to war/ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">impatience divides us/ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">and love conquers all/ </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so now here we are/</p> <p class="MsoNormal">following the energy of the moment/</p> <p class="MsoNormal">trusting the consistency of the sun rising every time/<span style=""><span style=""> </span>time spinning clockwise</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">and the moon becoming the third eye of my night’s sky</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And we surrender/ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">constantly renegotiating with the current/surrounded by our own thunder/ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">surrendering to our own availability and vulnerability/</p> <p class="MsoNormal">permitting life to magically connect us and miraculously unfold/</p> <p class="MsoNormal">as we frantically endure/carving our names onto dusty car windows/ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">we search for traces of ourselves in every vessel that promises to carry us there/ meanwhile, here we are/ a vessel so magnificent it protects us from scolding ourselves too boldly for misplacing the power within us/</p> <p class="MsoNormal">our bodies choose to believe in us until it can’t/</p> <p class="MsoNormal">peacefully building and breathing until it can’t/moving us from this moment into the next/investing all of our time in the moment/ so much that I become the moment/ nurturing myself/mentoring the seed from the sand up/with help from the sun and the tears from above/ sending the light straight out of heaven/ </p> <p class="MsoNormal">guiding the roots to ground us again/</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I dream for us</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dreaming of the tide of ripples promising to take us higher</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>iyeoka ivie okoawo <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >(written &amp; performed during close of women's conference w/ Berkana inst. 6/2006)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-3329602925797197083?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1118945952903140772008-05-11T12:29:00.001-04:002008-05-11T12:31:29.668-04:00<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><A HREF='http://www.iyeoka.com/poetry/uploaded_images/Photoshop-project1_2008-791332.jpg'><IMG 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inspiration. the dance that begins in the snapshot of a moment. the ripple that rides the cans from the can knots. i am break-dancing in a sweet sun ray of yesterday and now. blending my unforgettable birth with my future self.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-2027172193095107415?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-52199741747881178312008-02-28T13:29:00.001-05:002008-02-28T13:31:34.379-05:00the moments that want usThe Present was already happening<br />when i awoke from my daydreaming<br /><br />The Past warned me of too many moments<br />I would miss if I blinked:<br /><br />the first three steps of my niece<br />sharon's last breath<br />my brothers becoming men<br />my parent's dancing together like children again<br /><br />I will catch as many as I can<br /><br />hoping the Future will allow<br />my dreams to reunite<br /><br />with the moments<br />that are still waiting<br />for me to arrive<br /><br />iyeoka ivie okoawo© 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-5219974174788117831?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-49201980429859146452007-12-15T02:04:00.000-05:002007-12-15T02:07:50.773-05:00<p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u>Surviving Seasons<o:p></o:p></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I choose to fall on my own time</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I begin believing that nothing needs me</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not the Winter as He delivers the first cool snowflake<br />of a soon to be covered canvas of white and frost</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not the Spring as She embraces the breeze from the Atlantic waters</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not the Summer as time sends the sun to my doorstep<br />chasing the shade into an already delirious<br />landscape of shorts, sandals and tank tops</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I collapse effortlessly as Autumn shakes the leaves<br />to do what I fear of doing too easily </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am used to fighting against the fall<br />Developing compelling reasons of why I came here<br />Defining journeys<br />Separating a park bench and isolation<br />with Thanksgiving dinners and Christmas parties</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am used to surviving seasons</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But tonight I take a different approach</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I surrender to the failures that will no doubt outlive my desire<br />to prove all my private critics wrong this time</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I welcome the challenge to outlast my need to win<br />with my instincts to let the cards deal what was meant for me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I’ve never been one to gamble with life as barter without a backhanded guarantee<br />The stakes are too great and there are far too many roads that call for me<br />to fight for the path that will certainly call for more uncertainty</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So tonight my approach resembles freedom</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Freedom to fall if I must</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To paint the sand blue before the waves come</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Freedom to watch how quickly things can spin out of control deliberately falling apart </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Freedom to face the days believing that everything…all the pieces are there like a jigsaw puzzle waiting for you to rebuild them again</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We need to believe that sometimes…everything that needs you will find you </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whole or broken</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Starved and unsatisfied or replenished and confident </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Celebrating that this gift of days and seasons perfect in its imperfection and uneven ends </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This gift of moments making me crazy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">with more love and loss, more pain than I can handle in one breath</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This gift of hopeless freedom needs me to exist </p> <p class="MsoNormal">more than my willingness to freefall blindly past it </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-4920198042985914645?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-89849447503737682432007-07-30T23:07:00.000-04:002007-07-30T23:09:31.936-04:00a poem a day keeps<p class="blogSubject">the meaning of irie <br />Current mood: addiction to the rubberband </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so now I am recalling stories</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of you changing open spaces</p> <p class="MsoNormal">From caves to canvases </p> <p class="MsoNormal">From a maze<br />to memorable</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I make sure </p> <p class="MsoNormal">the shoe fits<br />more than once~</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I pick several moments and watch you wrap into them</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Slipping through</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A silhouette </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Divided </p> <p class="MsoNormal">By crazy<br />and how I believe you're driving me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A kiss reminding me of everything I was afraid of</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Including love<br />including the rest</p> <p class="MsoNormal">like death<br />By the very lips that rehearsed </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The same curses that sought</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To show me how to cry myself a river<br /> by myself twice in 2 decades.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">for now, the punch line is dangling on rebirth</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But who's to say run on sentences were created to loose us<br />in the dust of words deserted by the whirlwind of the minds</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and the desire to keep going, keep moving<br />fear nothing for whatever doesn't get</p> <p class="MsoNormal">baptized on the page </p> <p class="MsoNormal">gets recycled in the mysteries<br />of the divine </p> <p class="MsoNormal">timing of </p> <p class="MsoNormal">everything. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" times="" new="" roman="">...just allow the ink to dry several times on the same line</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-8984944750373768243?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-76318910739129687312007-07-27T22:00:00.000-04:002007-07-27T22:01:13.610-04:00i miss the maze<br />i miss moments of the rat race<br />i miss time showing me how to remember love<br /><br />i miss knowing too much<br />i miss running away when i felt like i didn't get enough<br /><br />gone are the days i shift from powerful to helpless<br />gone are the days i follow a path that leads to homeless<br />gone are the seconds i wasted on whispering my love letters<br /><br />i want to relearn how to embrace the emptyness<br />teach the universe how to meditate in stasis<br />still the mind<br /><br />resurfacing again as a grain of sand<br />unknown and anonymous<br />an orphan of joy<br /><br />an observer of miracles<br /><br />iyeoka ivie okoawo ©<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-7631891073912968731?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-70273993747898836692007-05-25T01:29:00.000-04:002007-05-27T18:19:16.914-04:00poem<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I will go my own way</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From the madness that sits on the mountain</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To the fields that find me weary and weeping</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I wish for great love to find me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And down here</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We hope we can recognize it when it comes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Down here</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We hope not to be haunted by our own impatience and insecurities</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Shamed by our reasons for blaming everyone</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I will go my own way</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From the tumbles and the downfall </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From the twilight</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And the mist </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From the evening and the moment that lasts</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">That sends a flame</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sacred and intoxicating</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I will go my own way</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Seeking the same madness I was hoping to evade in the rain</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-7027399374789883669?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-10449353289165335592007-04-25T23:44:00.000-04:002007-04-25T23:48:39.515-04:00song for the displaced child of war:<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >10million Miles and More</span><b style=""><o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">We have children running through here</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Torn shoes on blistered feet</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Running with no sleep for the weary</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Running for 10million miles and more</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">They see </p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Darkness all around them</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">The bombs do not stop dropping</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Tired but hanging on</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Singing to their sisters</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Don’t you know we can’t fall down</p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">We’re caught in the middle</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Somewhere between hell and a holy war</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">We’re caught in the middle</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">We don’t know what the fighting's for</p><p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">But we got to keep on moving</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">The sun will soon be rising</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">We got to make it over the mountain</p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal">Running for 10million miles and more</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-1044935328916533559?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-79640006983738808452007-02-11T19:18:00.000-05:002007-02-09T01:22:28.654-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Broken Heart’s Anthem</span><br /> Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Funny how a little love could make you stay here<br />Funny how a broken heart can make you walk away<br /><br />Well I’m tired of you walking away<br />Tired of holding on to a closing door<br /><br />Watching you walk away---walk away----walking away—<br /></span><br /><br />Because this is NOT about JUST another song playing<br />In the background on the radio<br />Or the memory of faded yellows tucked under a passing rainbow<br />This is about emotions held under pressure<br />Pressed up against the melody of the moment<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is about watching you sleep last night<br />knowing you will never be mine</span><br /><br />Knowing that this time our time exists in 20 second intervals<br />Never mind the delusions of 365 days of a relationship based on perfection<br />Visions of riding off into the sunset together<br />Living happily ever after<br />Holding hands on a beach with white sands on a deserted island<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">These are the days that TEST you<br /></span><br />I’m talking about 3 minutes of sun facing the storm 10 seconds before<br />a miracle comes that was supposed to save your life<br />But manage to trap you into falling for him all over again<br /><br />5 minutes of freedom filled <span style="font-size:130%;">redemption songs</span> Marley would have written if he lived<br /><br />10 seconds of back breaking toes curling <span style="font-size:130%;">orgasms</span><br />That remind you…that it’s just NOT ENOUGH this time<br /><br />4 hours of begging for forgiveness<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">These are the mistakes that are forgiven</span><br />But the pain lingers for so long you can never forget them<br />So you surrender to labeling these nights together<br />As a glimpse into a <span style="font-size:130%;">seventh heaven</span> that will never believe in us<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And you risk<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">falling<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">head<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">first</span><br /></div>Praying to rediscover the gift of the days<br />We have been struggling this long to experience…just this once<br /><br />These are the last notes of a song that reeks of <span style="font-size:130%;">something fragile</span><br />Too close to a curse that breaks your spells of loving him<br />Dreaming with hopes of finding the path that piggy backs on the road to revelations<br /><br />And midnights bringing us closer<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">To watching the sun and the moon chase the BLUES on the same sky</span><br /></div><br />Bringing him closer to walking away<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> and you</span>…to closing the door<br />Walking away…closing the door…walking away…closing the<br />door<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-7964000698373880845?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1169739891195122302007-01-25T10:24:00.000-05:002007-01-25T10:44:51.220-05:00Take this hand from me<br />Show me to your world<br />Bring this dance to life<br />Your love can paralyze my fears of falling<br /> <br />Carry my heart slow<br />I swear where you go I'll follow you<br />I'll follow you...<br /> <br />This is the place that always<br />Seems to be better than<br />Where you have been<br /> <br />So you run towards the<br />New day rising in the distance<br />And you walk away from the day<br />That found you falling<br /> <br />You always seem to hear God when it counts.<br />Even when it comes from the<br />Millions of voices that call to you<br /> <br />You make me want to listen for Him<br />A little bit harder too<br /> <br />You always manage to wake up<br />From the dreams that drown you<br />Wide-eyed from the nightmares<br />That threatens to pull you back in<br /> <br />You are a rose that blooms for a second chance<br />On the off seasons<br /><br />With petals pressed against a thorn searching for your place in the breeze<br />A wave that breaks on sea and shore<br />Left for decades deserted<br /> <br />You are the calm that arrives on the highlands moments after a storm recedes<br /><br />You climb the mountains from the peaks to the valleys<br />And trust the song that teaches broken hearts how to sing<br />And how to live a little bit more amazing<br /> <br />You make me feel like you waited for us to exist<br />For we are the translation of a perfection that just is<br /> <br />So...<br />Take this hand from me<br />Show me to your world<br />Bring this dance to life<br />Your love can paralyze my fears of falling <br /> <br />Carry my heart slow<br />I swear where you go Ill follow---Ill follow<br />See into my soul<br />And Ill take you to my home to love you, love you, and love you<br /><br />This is a poem for love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-116973989119512230?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1169333694916702882007-01-20T17:19:00.000-05:002007-01-20T17:54:54.926-05:00SHINE this way as if 9 lives depended on it the same day your life depended on mine<br />CHOOSE to face your fears of crossroads that sent you spiraling off the deep end several times <br />DARE to make a choice for you<br />REALIZE this is your gift to you<br />Even if it's for that one chance and happiness you could potentially eventually loose<br /><br />Now I don't know why we need to believe that confession is reserved for sinners<br />And I don't know why I feel a need to wrestle with my demons and angels<br />But I know when I NEED to talk to God sometimes<br />And I can still remember when he showed me how to how to forgive my deepest and darkest crimes<br />And how to wake up on a new morning to a feeling that everything is gonna be alright<br />Not because it has to<br />but because these steps<br />And this road is undeniably mine<br /><br />And I want this to be different...<br />I want to know what it's like to not feel the same<br />I want to be freedom<br />I want to know what it's like to sail away<br />Today I'll pray to God<br />And He will finally say<br />YOU GOT IT RIGHT CHILD<br />WAY TO BRING THE FUNK THIS TIME<br />KEEP YOUR HEAD HIGH<br />AND SHINE THIS WAY<br />TAKE A BREAK FROM THE PAIN<br />REALIZE YOU'RE NOT A PRISONER TONIGHT<br />NO NO NO NO CHILD<br />NOT TODAY<br />NOR TOMORROW<br />YOUR LIFE IS YOUR OWN NOW<br />COME ON HOME NOW <br />AND SHINE<br />FLY YOUR WAY THEN<br />STAY AND SHINE<br />SHINE YOUR WAY<br />SHINE THIS WAY<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-116933369491670288?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1162913384402200542006-11-07T10:23:00.000-05:002006-11-07T10:29:44.433-05:00<span style="font-size:180%;">Let Me Go</span> <br /> <span style="font-size:78%;">By Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo 11/06</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Here</span> is a dawn that responds to a soul who is boldly searching</span></strong><br />Replacing a stone that will hold when the waves overthrow the breeze<br />Let me be the girl who reappears into the light<br />Remember me by the rays of the moon<br />Where the sunrise is most likely to shine<br />From drowning the darkness will reopen a world<br />I never thought could ever be mine<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">But I can testify this time</span><br /><br />That poetry found me whispering one morning…<br /><br />Teaching me how to reach the spirits of these 3 free falling angels<br />Showing me how to rebuild a castle<br />Between Heaven's sand and the darkest hand of the earth's gravel<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Releasing the weights of a thousand shackles</span><br />Taught me how to bend time beneath my fingers<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then the moment in the poem let me go</span></strong><br /><br />So let me be that girl...<br /><br />Let me be the girl who <span style="color:#ff9900;">reminds</span> <span style="color:#33cc00;">you</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">of</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">rainbows<br /></span>Let me be the girl who you see from your bedroom window<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Believe in love the same way you believe in what it should be</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Believe in the tumble and the glide downstream</span><br />And maybe the river will lead to a key that unlocks the impossible dream<br /><br />Believe in me when the silence invites you to seek<br />A temple of peace that brings you back<br />to the fire that fills your prayers<br />with the promises<br />of a new<br />life<br /><br />Believe in the valley…the valley that lifts your soul into a perfect tempo<br /><br />Then follow the path no matter how treacherous<br />No matter how <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>bold<br /></strong></span>Let it take you there…to pay it forward<br />Choose to grab hold…<br />Let it move you towards the fullest potential<br />Your journey could possibly ever go<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-116291338440220054?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1145848119656695702006-04-23T23:00:00.000-04:002006-04-23T23:23:44.276-04:00I imagined you here<br />shaking hands<br />smiling for strangers<br />Taking pictures <br />Accepting praises<br /><br />trying to remember how to be genuine and charming<br /><br />recalling you when you shine<br />Beautiful, breathtaking and relevant<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-114584811965669570?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1142205662177862712006-03-12T18:19:00.000-05:002006-03-12T18:34:00.910-05:00Stonewalls Falling Down (Lyrics)Stonewalls falling down<br />Lullaby’s breaking spells<br />The impossible reveals a chance for redemption<br /><br />Highways lead to skies <br />Headlights search the night<br />This new road finds you lost for a moment <br /><br />Time keeps time<br />Roads stay closed if you let them <br /><br />Follow me to broken places<br />Set aside 10 destinations<br />Send me down - down<br />Chasing tails<br />Bottoms up <br />Sleep prevails <br />Wake me in the morning when dreams are healed<br />Uncover new roads to begin again<br /><br />Find me here<br />Take me home<br />Lift me higher than you found me yesterday<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-114220566217786271?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1130726391971960242005-10-30T21:31:00.000-05:002005-10-31T00:01:26.433-05:00Hum the BaselineTake back the hope you gave me<br />Read between these lines that I feed you<br />And let it linger in the melody<br />Sing low with the baritone notes<br />And surround me with your cold songs and incomplete endings<br /><br />Today, I will learn to shape me<br />From thunder a poet shall blossom<br />Slowly one of us will rise<br />We will grow like everlasting things do<br /><br />Will bleed when plucked<br />Will weep if wasted<br />Will sacrifice for fate<br />If fears of never reaching the top are realized<br />While falling from a cliff<br />Glimpsing the root of anything that matches Heaven<br />Will almost die if neglecting the pen becomes permanent<br />Will survive after almost letting go for an instant<br />Filling every unforgiving minute<br />With sixty more seconds’ worth of going the distance<br />That denied us the bliss of that next masterpiece<br />But…If I can keep my eyes on the prize<br />If I can walk with kings<br />If I can talk to crowds<br />If I can risk and lose and start again from the beginning<br />If I can hurt and come back stronger<br />If I can dream and not make dreams my demons<br />If I can draw the blade and follow through<br />With my rebirth that began as a teenage suicide<br />If I can trust myself long enough<br />To convince my jury to stop doubting me<br />If I can find paradise outside my comfort zones<br />And teach my soul how to control the manic in my delusions<br />If I can remember to pray monthly, weekly, daily,<br />More often than I remember to do now<br />Sooner than two seconds before my next biggest emergency<br /><br />Then I can give back the hope you gave me<br />Read between the lines of the last great poems you fed me<br />Poems that spoke of Momma Ton<br />Poems that spoke of Speaking the Word<br />Poems that spoke of Raindrops think their flying until they hit the ground<br />Maybe I can surround you with softer songs and everlasting beginnings<br />Maybe I can help complete the almost<br />You might have heard in your own words<br />Before you silently swore never to write again<br />Maybe….<br />Maybe you would care that tonight in this room<br />I feel the same way I feel on most nights I take the stage without you<br />Maybe…<br />Maybe you will figure out whatever it is you need<br />To help inspire you to breathe new words again<br />Maybe you will figure out who this poem is talking too<br />Then I can give back the hope you gave me<br />Maybe…<br />And you will find the urge to talk back<br />And tomorrow you will learn to shape you<br />And you will hum the baseline to this song<br />And you will hum the baseline to this song<br />And you will hum the baseline to this song<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-113072639197196024?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1129486932132660552005-10-16T14:18:00.000-04:002005-10-16T14:22:12.136-04:00A Poet’s BlessingSpeak to me of our life’s experience<br />Sing me this song powerful and fearless<br />Tell me of truths I can not speak yet want to believe<br /><br />Show me how to breathe between realities of illusions and uncertainties<br />And I will trust you to move the world with words<br />Into a sanctuary of balance and brilliant possibilities<br /><br />Take me to a place where whispers are still roaring<br />And poetry lives to feed the hope that our stories are only just beginning<br /><br /><br />Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-112948693213266055?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1129568007554067632005-10-02T12:52:00.000-04:002005-10-17T12:53:27.556-04:00Yesterdays BluesWhen summer rain<br />fills the sky<br />You wonder why my bluebird sings of sorrow<br />My tears are falling from a cloud of gray<br />I wish to never love a Sunday past tomorrow <br />When I think upon a day away from you<br />I pray your smile never fades<br />><strong>From yesterday’s blues</strong><br /><br />I'm holding on<br />To your beautiful eyes<br />You wonder why my bluebird sings of sorrow<br />When I seem to be flying towards a Techno-colored rainbow<br />created by you<br />When I think upon a day away from u...<br />I pray your smile never fades<br />><strong>From yesterday’s blues</strong><br /><br />Behold these lies<br />When I kiss u goodnight<br />Is it a crime to sing these songs of sorrow<br />when I seem to be happy in this time that remains<br />Caught behind a spiral of confusion and time borrowed<br />Sleep tight-this moment tends to shade,<br />The life we never meant to throw away<br />I pray your smile never fades<br />><strong>From yesterday’s blues</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-112956800755406763?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1129068278141556722005-09-11T17:25:00.000-04:002005-10-13T09:12:14.733-04:00We Can Never be Superstars<div align="center"><a href="http://iyeoka.com/blog/hello/2126075/320/iyeokaNYC727-2005.09.11-14.25.06.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://iyeoka.com/blog/hello/2126075/320/iyeokaNYC727-2005.09.11-14.25.06.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>photo by Angela Rowlings</em></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I am not a superstar</div><div align="center">But I’m not afraid to share what I got</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center">I don’t have wings</div><div align="center">But I have the <strong>words</strong> that could make you feel</div><div align="center">Like <em>we</em> <em>both</em> be flying</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center">I’m not <strong>falling apart</strong> right now</div><div align="center">But I know what it feels like</div><div align="center">To feel like I’ve lost it all</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center">I know how to make you feel like <strong>you are</strong> the one person I have </div><div align="center">left in this world</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center">Because <strong>you are</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>You are</strong> what is keeping me beautiful</div><div align="center">And I am but a reflection of what <strong>you are</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am here to show you</div><div align="center">That you don’t have to come prepared with me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You can just <strong>adlib</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And we can create the dialogue</div><div align="center">To perfect the solutions</div><div align="center">That will supply the fuel for our chemistry</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Not everybody can be Angelina Joli</div><div align="center">And not everybody can rock a poem from a page on a stage</div><div align="center"><strong>for you</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Like me.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If you feel compelled to get to know me a little better because you </div><div align="center">can’t figure me out just yet</div><div align="center">Then it’s probably just the energy in this room that you’re looking </div><div align="center">at</div><div align="center">And with all due respect</div><div align="center">That counts for only but a moment's cost of significance</div><div align="center">...................</div><div align="center">Just two minutes</div><div align="center"><strong>You and me alone</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My eyes will show you everything</div><div align="center">You could have <strong>never</strong> discovered on your own</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And lips can do the rest when you get weary of searching</div><div align="center">Tongues will do it best when we get tired of talking</div><div align="center"><em>Kama</em> will show us how to effectively lick our wounds</div><div align="center">While poetry plays in the backgroud pushing us somewhere past </div><div align="center">the moon</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">When your midnight comes,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You can look for me in the sun</div><div align="center">This is where I choose to wait for the Blue orchids to bloom</div><div align="center">Sweet and Fearless</div><div align="center">Living <em>love</em> like life depends on it...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Because it has to.</strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">poem by Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo</span></em> </div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-112906827814155672?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1129209809602637962005-09-01T09:13:00.000-04:002005-10-13T09:33:57.883-04:00Political Conspiracy Theories<a href="http://iyeoka.com/blog/hello/2126075/320/iyeokaNYC868-2005.09.11-14.34.11.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://iyeoka.com/blog/hello/2126075/320/iyeokaNYC868-2005.09.11-14.34.11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by Angela Rowlings</span><br /><strong>Bury the Prophets and Silence the Poets</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-112920980960263796?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17660448.post-1129211048172583032005-07-26T09:34:00.000-04:002005-10-13T10:06:26.336-04:00Birth of a POEM<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I had a conversation with God last night</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">The dialogue was an uncommon one...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br />I was told that I got most of it right<br /><br />....and I have always believed<br />that there has GOT to be more to ALL OF THIS<br />than rationalizations<br />and bullshit that everything happens for a reason.<br /><br />He told me to <strong><em>find it</em></strong>.<br /><br />He told me to find it and let that be my DAILY TESTAMENT<br />That ANY person I MEET at any point<br />can play a role in MY LIFE that can CHANGE the DYNAMICS<br />of EVERYTHING.<br />That every DAY I breathe is another days' opportunity left to<br />dream.<br /><br />He told me to <strong><em>dream</em></strong>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Dream of thunder and lightening</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>And coincidences that saved my life</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>And strangers that helped me get by</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>And failures that pushed me to FLY</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>And MOMENTS that will CHANGE me in the </strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>BLINK of an eye.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17660448-112921104817258303?l=www.iyeoka.com%2Fpoetry%2Findex.html'/></div>Iyeokahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09077182797169988998noreply@blogger.com0