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Category Archives: poetry
LOST AND FOUND
It took a moment like this one: Too many hours suffocating Too many weeks couch surfing remembering teachings from Uncle, a Lomi teacher in Hawaii. He scolded me for coming to see him without a good breakfast in my belly. … Continue reading
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GOD IS A POET
She believes in Jesus. She went to Catholic school for 6 years of her childhood. For god’s sake, She spits whiskey in the air, wears rosary beads in her hair, carries her Holy cross hidden in the back of her … Continue reading
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Stay sweet Myth, stay
Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo 2011© Stay Sweet Myth, Stay 30/30 APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH When history re-ignites our pale moon hollow, how soon will yesterday stay remembered? See how the people rush the light When story would prefer to Stay sweet Myth, stay. Continue reading
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WHO IS THE ROCK BY FUNK TRIBE?
Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo 2011© WHO IS THE ROCK BY FUNK TRIBE? 30/30 APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. For this written narrative, the reader may choose to imagine the voice of a familiar or favorite NPR reporter. This communication answers the following 2011 common question: WHO IS THE ROCK BY FUNK TRIBE? Inner TriBe (IT) musicians know the date of the next showcase. General TriBe is sent a Roll Call for shows where musicians are needed. The siren is activated for TriBe with room to fill in Rock by Funk TriBe Music, the music from Iyeoka’s extensive catalogue of poems and songs. Continue reading
TO SMILE IS DISCIPLINE
Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo 2011© To SMILE is DISCIPLINE. Fourth poem from TED Fellow, poet Iyeoka’s 30/30 Daily post of a poem pledge April 2011. April is Iyeoka’s favorite month. APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. she will stand underneath the weight of her own predictions, shifting herself into position, Like a size 10 calculating into a size 8 cocktail dress. How she Fits and Fixes, She doesn’t want to explain…. Continue reading
Unbroken
Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo 2011© Unbroken. 30/30 APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH.
There are roses in her garden resting on the foundation of a monolithic illusion.
A fragrance spreads with hope of becoming solid and unbroken.
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HERE IS OUR PARADISE
Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo 2011© Here Is Our Paradise. 30/30 APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. And suddenly I flash forward to menopause. Will I have birthed enough children by then? This gift Continue reading
Regarding Being Regarded as an “Expert” on Slam
30/30 Poem SERIES from Ted Fellow, Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo. APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. Poets around the world dedicate 30 days in April for 30/30. New 30/30 from Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo, Regarding Being Regarded As An “expert” On Slam. At some point I recall regarding slam as a drug and I wanted to see what happened when I got off of it. Continue reading
read my poems to your children. drink whiskey for me. play your trumpet on the rooftop bring a choir up there Make sure the fat guy waves his arms in the air like Mr. Fiddler on the roof. SING with … Continue reading
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1988
1988. new poem lyrics from Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo. Poem reminisces on arbitrary dates and Don Johnson. Miami Vice is synonymous with let’s celebrate life /
let’s reminisce about something / let’s pick a date arbitrarily / let’s remember those things we promised ourselves to never forget…And just like that, you became
the best thing that ever happened to Miami in 1988 Continue reading