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Happy Holidays My Wonderful Sista From My Page To Yours :) :) Love Sista Precious

Lenora LOVE

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Hello POETICA, Thank You for Visiting the LENORA LOVE POETRY Broadcast. I hope you enjoyed listening to My Poetry as I Enjoyed Sharing it with YOU! -- Lenora Love Whiteside, Poet

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Greetings Woman of God, I pray that you are having a Wonderful day in Yahweh. Thank You, so much... for stopping By the Show. Thank You, for Marking.. The Show as a Favorite. I read You Bolg. And all I can say..is Nobody but God! I thank God for You. I look forward to listening.. Your Show. Continue.. to do the will of the One Who Sent You. You are a Blessing.. to the Body of Christ Jesus. Agape and Shalom Be With You, Servant of the Cross Tracy Lawanda

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Oh wow! Blessings Poetica!

P.O.E.T.I.C.A  

Blessings. What is P.O.E.T.I.C.A, and who is AMenace2POEtry? P.O.E.T.I.C.A (Prophetic Oral Examinations That Invigorate Cultural Awareness) is a writing excursion I embarked upon in 2001. God blessed me with the talent to pen thoughts when I was in the 6th grade; yet, it wasn't until I was in college that I was able to perceive that blessing and use it for the advancement of others. I'm a bit perturbed when sharing my poetry with others, so little by little, you will come to see more of it (as I become used to this new system of sharing). I've started you off with two poems (and God knows, that was hard enough to do in itSelf). This gift, this talent, that God gave me... the world can't take it away. I was silent for so long, always writing but never speaking. I now both write and speak the words that God gives me, and if you don't like what He has given me, then you either need to transform your Selves to His will or step. P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about being soft or hardcore. P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about exalting our Selves through sexual sin -- fornication, adultery, etc. P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about slamming or being slammed, though at times you may feel as if you have been slammed. No, P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about any of that. It's about being real in a world plagued with liars and deceivers. It's about evaluating our Selves to elevate our Selves. It's about using God's talents, not our bodies, our monies, our prestige, etc., to glorify Him and receive His blessings for us. It's about Loving Him to Love Self in order to Love another. It's about YOU, and it's about ME. Can you handle that? Now that I've explained P.O.E.T.I.C.A, I'll introduce you to the poet -- AMenace2POEtry. I was born as Shannon Upperman, and yes, I still go by that name. Yet, in poetical prophecies, you will come to know me as AMenace2POEtry, or as I like to be called, just Poe. I'm a 29-year-old female, aspiring writer/teacher, living in North Carolina, USA. Want more? Read my bio-blog. Peace!

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    "Bent" (An SP2-inspired writing)

    "Bent"
    (An SP2-inspired writing)



    Bent and contorted,
    I be that
    disfigured figurine
    with grotesque features
    seemingly
    defining me
    as pottery becomes
    a plastered disaster
    and poetry is
    redeemed,
    becoming the
    unwritten
    yet spoken
    word,
    prophetic
    ululations
    no longer seemingly
    deferred.
    Disfigured and blured,
    my arms where
    they should not be,
    and legs angled
    in 360 degree curves...
    I'm bent,
    and I've spent
    plenty of
    sleepless nights
    and lazy days,
    attempting to
    understand
    the many
    mysterious ways
    of poetry;
    lines and stanzas
    as an artist
    defines
    artistry.
    Bent and hell-bent,
    bending backwards
    just to realize
    that the defined
    spoken word,
    poetry,
    is me.
    © Shannon Upperman, POETICA, 2008

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    AMenace2POEtry's Bio-Blog

    Blessings.

    What is P.O.E.T.I.C.A, and who is AMenace2POEtry?

    P.O.E.T.I.C.A (Prophetic Oral Examinations That Invigorate Cultural Awareness) is a writing excursion I embarked upon in 2001. God blessed me with the talent to pen thoughts when I was in the 6th grade; yet, it wasn't until I was in college that I was able to perceive that blessing and use it for the advancement of others. I'm a bit perturbed when sharing my poetry with others, so little by little, you will come to see more of it (as I become used to this new system of sharing). I've started you off with two poems (and God knows, that was hard enough to do in itSelf). This gift, this talent, that God gave me... the world didn't give it, and the world can't take it away. I was silent for so long, always writing but never speaking. I now both write and speak the words that God gives me, and if you don't like what He has given me, then you either need to transform your Selves to His will or step.

    P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about being soft or hardcore. P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about exalting our Selves through sexual sin -- fornication, adultery, etc. P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about slamming or being slammed, though at times you may feel as if you have been slammed. No, P.O.E.T.I.C.A isn't about any of that. It's about being real in a world plagued with liars and deceivers. It's about evaluating our Selves to elevate our Selves. It's about using God's talents, not our bodies, our monies, our prestige, etc., to glorify Him and receive His blessings for us. It's about Loving Him to Love Self in order to Love another. It's about YOU, and it's about ME. Can you handle that?

    Now that I've explained P.O.E.T.I.C.A, I'll introduce you to the poet -- AMenace2POEtry. I was born as Shannon Upperman, and yes, I still go by that name. Yet, in poetical prophecies, you will come to know me as AMenace2POEtry, or as I like to be called, just Poe. I'm a 29-year-old female, aspiring writer/teacher, living in North Carolina, USA. I'm not married, but I'm not single. Someone owns this heart, and if you have to ask "Who?", perhaps you should re-read the introduction of P.O.E.T.I.C.A. I do not have any children that I've birthed, but I do have a lot of children that claim me as "mother." I have two beautiful nieces, Victoria (6) and Kennedy (2 months); but, I also teach Sunday school and Bible Study to the children at Mill Hill Missionary Baptist Church (and they call me "mother" as well).

    I am a living testimony. I attempted suicide twice, and, as you can see, my Y! name is "aselfcutter;" but, what does that mean? A self-cutter is someone who purposefully inflicts pain on them Selves, either through knives, scissors, burnings, etc. Well, I am a self-cutter, and my choice of weaponry is a pair of scissors. Don't get me wrong; it's not something I'm pleased to tell you. If it were left up to me, I'd keep it a secret like Princess Diana (oh yeah, she was a self-cutter, too!). But God would have me not to keep it a secret, for it is only through revealing the hidden that we can be delivered. To some, this may not seem like much, but it has been 6 months since I last cut. For me, it is a miracle. Why? I did it on an everyday basis. To go 6 months without inflicting pain on Self? Wow. Talk about a living testimony. As I become closer and closer to the Master, I realize just how much more I am important to Him, and how He created me the way He saw fit. When He created me, He did so because He wanted someone JUST LIKE ME. And here I am, Lord, stretching my bruised, discolored and mutilated arms up to you. I am a living testimony.

    But it doesn't just stop there. I can't be truly delivered until I help someone else with their deliverance. When I told God to use me as He saw fit, I didn't mean "Deliver me and screw the rest of the world." Maybe you or someone you know is going through a "moment," which is what I like to call my episodes, at this time. We all need prayer, but if you or someone you know is having a "moment," don't hesitate to send me a name (or names). I will boldly go before the Throne, seeking out the Most High God, to supplicate on his/her behalf.

    And that's not just for self-cutters or for those who are suicidal. That's for anyone! God didn't come to save the righteous and the believers, He came to save us sinners, we that need the healing power of God. But everybody needs prayer, amen? It is so! So, if you would like prayer, and please don't feel you have to tell me your "business" (but if you do, realize that it goes no further than the Master and my Self), please feel free to leave your name. Again, I will go boldly before the Throne in supplication for you.

    Now, as a professed Christian, with professed ideals and beliefs, there are some things you should know. Number One: I haven't always walked this journey. Trust and believe that if you've done it, I've probably done it. Trust and believe that if you've said it, I've probably said it. Trust and believe that if you've thought it, I've probably thought it. I am a sinner, saved my His grace. I wasn't born righteous while everyone else was birthed in iniquity. Trust and believe that if you believe nothing else I've written. Number Two: Because I haven't always walked this journey, I am quite ignorant when it comes to God's Word. Well, I'm not completely laughable, but I do not profess to know God's Word or His will for ANY of you any better than YOU do. I am only sharing what I know; in areas that I feel brainless, I will let you know. Number Three: I'm not God, nor can I save any of you. YOU have to work that out with God Him Self, not poor old Poe. Poe will pray and help you slay those demons, but Poe cannot get you into Heaven. That being said, I cannot also place you in Hell. Again, YOU have to do that Your Self! Number Four: I am a Christian, professing the Word of God through His Holy manuscript aka the Bible. That being said, I don't "knock down" or disregard anyone's faith. If you are a believer in God, amazing. If you are a believer in Buddha, Mohammed or anyone else, that's between your gods and YOU. I am quite open-minded when it comes to listening to others' beliefs. I don't spend all of my days attempting to convert people, if that's what you're wondering. Sure, I'd love for everyone to be in God's army; but the fact is that, not everyone is and not everyone will be. Still, that doesn't stop me from speaking positivity in your life or the lives of others. I imagine we're all here doing the same thing -- living life -- and whatever gets you through, then that's on YOU. Number Five: I am very spiritual, but I am also human. I sin each and every day just like the rest of you. I lust, sometimes I cuss, and a lot of the time, I fuss. I smoke almost a pack of Newports a day, and no, I am not proud of sharing that, either, but it is what it is. I get an attitude when things aren't going my way because I'm a spoiled brat, but God is working on me. I said all of that to say this: I, too, am in dire need of prayer. If you trust in the Most High God, believing and knowing that He will hear your prayers, will you please pray for me?

    If I haven't scared you off yet, then praise God, from Whom all blessings flow. I do hope you enjoy your visit here, and I do pray that we can become friends.

    Peace within and God bless you, Loves.

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    "Waiting For You" :: An SP2-Inspired Writing

    "Waiting For You"
    (An SP2-inspired writing)

    Praying without ceasing,
    increasing supplication
    from just one day
    to eight years;
    praying, hoping that you
    are out there somewhere,
    that my prayers aren't
    falling on deafened ears.
    Doubting at times that
    we will find each other;
    a maze that has no exit.
    Yet full of walls and
    square rooms that lead
    nowhere,
    fattening ourselves from
    the consolation prize money
    awarded to second-place
    finishers.
    Feelings of great failure,
    voluminous in size,
    even though through
    the eyes of others,
    I've gained more than most.
    I'm a "success;"
    so why do I feel
    like a one-hit wonder?
    Accomplishments become
    just a trivial pursuit
    to make a name for Self,
    irrelevant and
    insignificant
    without one to
    share them with.
    Still, I wait,
    praying without ceasing,
    increasing supplication
    from just one day
    to eight years;
    unwilling to accept
    just a run-of-the-mill
    experience that lasts
    all of a few months,
    unwilling to settle
    for an unresolved ending
    that leaves broken hearts
    and bruised souls.
    Waiting for this
    historic moment,
    significance in a world
    of stolen moments.
    Waiting, praying,
    for a breakthrough.
    Waiting, praying,
    for you.
    © Shannon Upperman, POETICA, 2008

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    "Give Peace A Chance" :: An SP2-Inspired Writing

    "Give Peace A Chance"
    (An SP2-inspired writing)

    All we are saying is

    give peace a chance.

    Everybody talks
    about peace,
    but no one
    really seems
    to live it,
    choosing
    lividity over
    tranquility,
    and if it
    doesn't happen
    to us,
    to our loved ones,
    or to someone
    we know,
    then these
    hostilities
    don't exist.
    It's as if
    they don't register;
    and I'm having
    a hard time
    understanding
    just why
    we're so
    nonchalant about
    the lives
    of others.
    Every day,
    there are wars
    and rumors of wars,
    and even at home,
    there are
    problems to solve.
    But we feel
    that if we
    become involved,
    then we
    would have to
    acknowledge
    that there are
    problems
    that need be
    resolved.
    Wouldn't the
    idea of everyone
    being FREE
    be the epitome
    of tranquility?
    Until we
    can see
    each other
    as equals
    and not one
    race,
    religion,
    gender,
    or class as
    better than
    all the rest,
    will we continue
    to exist
    in this
    congested and
    oppressed
    civilization,
    to wallow
    in these
    contaminated
    societies
    that we
    call home.
    All I am saying
    is give peace
    a chance.
    © Shannon Upperman, POETICA, 2008

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