This is a poem I wrote about three or four years ago, but since Trump seems to be on his way to becoming the new “worst president ever” I thought it might be time to dust it off and re-post it.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
By Joyce Kilmer
Potent Whisper is a London-based playwright, rapper and spoken-word artist, who fuses art with community activism. In the above video, he takes on Trident, the UK’s nuclear-submarine-based program which, according to recent reports, suffered a major failure last year when test-firing a missile off the coast of Florida.
By Nahida, Exiled Palestinian
A silent child I was
Hardly ever spoken This girl is abnormally quiet, they whispered She must be deaf or dumb
A Tear for the World
Extraordinarily beautiful video with poetry by the great Mahmoud Darwish–apparently in his own voice. The following is from the video description:
[ Ed. note – This is my 9/11 poem. ]
Bin Laden on the Head of a Pin
Bin Laden on the head of a pin
Bin Laden in the sea
Bin Laden on the planet Mars
Bin bon appétit!
Bin Laden in the apple orchard
Takes a bite of a crisp, delicious, reality-is-whatever-we-say-it-is red apple,
Hums a song in his heart through the fervid fizz of his Khazarian memory
And tosses the half-eaten apple on the ground,
Leaves the orchard without a sound.