Poetic Missives from the Underground RSS

I once thought of myself as a triple threat, I could sing, dance and act. I was in some dancing musicals as a kid, the lead part actually. It's relevant to my story not as a brag (I know, "weird flex but ok") but because of how being in the spotlight constantly affected me. I'm still unravelling it in my work sometimes. I was groomed to be some kind of leader, to hold centre stage, but doing what?  On another note, I recently went down another rabbit hole researching an old bestie - someone whom I'd never been able to find an online presence for before, at least not one that offered any kind of contact. I found myself watching...

Well 2020 is over folks and so is holding back! I've always been one to fully express myself in person but the times requires we all take more bold steps into a digital forum, since, well, it's all we can do right now. So I am embracing making videos finally and decided to treat everyone to a poem I wrote long ago that felt quite relevant to share now. I hope you love it! Remember I believe you can write and recite poems and other creative expressions just like I do. So don't be shy, sign up for the course that speaks to you or reach out and discuss your personal needs in the ESL, drumming, poetry writing and performing...

AI should be like the coffee barista You wish you had at home Making you lattes and drawing pictures in the foam We have created a generation of coffee makers elevated it to a fine art And they all know the value of schmoozing their part I’m going to make you love me is their motto Or love me or leave me I’m just making this hard If they take too long it’s for your own good Solve the problem yourself, Get over your own wealth. We are stealth in the night like panthers We are dancing the stars like dancers Traipsing thru the hoods and the goods And making each step its own treat We are older than we...

You were a child The innocent one  You were to the stars       As the moon was to the son -Richpoet.com

Real estate wranglers  And bootstrapped homeowners  No evading the tax man  When he's got your name On his page  Your case is open  Your tooth is broken  And we're all just trying  To be perfect  Is it worth it?  He's squeamish Right from the beginning  Winning  At this losing  Adhering to an adherence  Bringing it to be boozing  Choosing it to be newzing  Colluding to be rooting  Routing for you  We break records  Unfettered  Sweatered to the letters  - A.I. Heeds