1 Minute with The Bald-Headed Poet

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An Epicurean's dream: Feast your eyes on this! A poetry show that never existed, bringing you motivation and inspiration in minutes; this isn’t your average poetry experience! Meaty phrases, gritty sayings, impactful poems, insightful rhymes, meaningful paeans and provocative pieces that sound like rap lyrics. Lines that are worth gold: “Poetry is good for the soul,” plus stay tuned to hear a scripture verse. Coming to you every Friday to share a quick speech, don’t skip a beat, please spend one minute with me. Lend me your ear gate, and I promise to make you feel great, or else you can leave the scene. Grace and peace. xoxo

  1. 2d ago

    Tormented by my Mind - Jay Word | Navigating Life's Challenges with MS Part 2

    Tormented by my Mind by Jay Word ©  Multiple Sclerosis has ravaged me – Not just my body, but my brain.  Even with a stable mood, it often feels like I'm going insane.  I get confused; say the wrong words with a stutter.  I complete tasks in the wrong way.  I can't trust my calculations on any given day. I forget the pin I've used for two decades; have to ask my daughter to confirm my date of birth.  Some days I feel like an alien here on earth. I've volunteered for a trial of brain training;  I'll do anything to try and reclaim my mind.  When your brain was your greatest asset,  this is torment of the greatest kind. Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

  2. 2d ago

    Artist in the Spotlight: Jay Word reads her poem Stuck | Navigating Life's Challenges with MS Part 1

    Artist in the Spotlight: Jay Word reads her poem Stuck | Navigating Life's Challenges with MS Part 1 In this heartfelt episode, poet Jay Word shares her moving piece, "Stuck." Through raw and imaginative verse, she captures the daily reality of living with Multiple Sclerosis—the frustration, the complexities, and the fight to keep moving forward. A must-listen for anyone facing an invisible illness or life's unexpected obstacles. Follow Jay Word: https://www.jaywordauthor.com/ https://www.instagram.com/jay.word.poetry/ Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

  3. Sep 18

    Life's Tragedy - Paul Laurence Dunbar

    Life's Tragedy by Paul Laurence Dunbar It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be misery never to be loved, But deeper griefs than these beset the way.   To sing the perfect song, And by a half-tone lost the key, There the potent sorrow, there the grief, The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.   To have come near to the perfect love, Not the hot passion of untempered youth, But that which lies aside its vanity, And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.   This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing. Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

  4. Sep 11

    Echoes of Courage: A 9/11 Tribute Poem - The Bald-Headed Poet

    9/11 Tribute Poem I rushed past the memorial to get to a gig. I stared at the monuments from the 17th floor glass. The towers are gone yet the twin squares are a sight to be seen. I walked over to Greenwich Street. The place was sacred, peaceful and serene, I’m sure the spirits of the loss are amongst the crowds, I couldn’t believe how quiet it was although folks were all around. Typical Manhattan vibes: Tourists, visitors, employees and such. Names are engraved all around the pools. Flowers and flags were posted. The waterfalls are gorgeous. It didn’t feel like a cemetery, yet I paused in moments of silence. So beautiful. Although many have perished, over an asinine and heinous crime by terrorists. I was in my dorm room when I heard the news on the radio. Watching the photos and videos are still alarming. I turn away and move on from the replays. Friends and family recall that fatal day. Fumes, debris, screams, and people running hysterically. Suicide attacks against the United States. Those evildoers left a lasting impact on New York City and on our nation, Death isn’t enough for the devastation.  And close to 3000 people are no longer here. We’ll never be the same. We honor all the fallen heroes, loved ones and those who made it out of the rubble and pentagon attack. The flight 93 passengers were brave and fought back.  Let God arise, let His enemies be scattered. Psalm 68 verse 1. And let peace and protection be upon us in the of the LORD. May God give comfort and healing and be with those who mourn and have been affected by September 11th. Twenty-five years later, people will come together, ceremonies will be held and two lights will beam in the sky. Perhaps the angels will rejoice in heaven. I will continue to visit the sites, pay my respects and observe 9/11. Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

  5. Sep 4

    Bear In There - Shel Silverstein

    Bear In There by Shel Silverstein There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there-- That Polary Bear In our Fridgitydaire. Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

  6. Sep 4

    Psalm 82 - Earthly Judges Before the Great Judge, New International Version

    Psalm 82 A psalm of Asaph. 1 God presides in the great assembly;     he renders judgment among the “gods”: 2 “How long will you defend the unjust     and show partiality to the wicked? 3 Defend the weak and the fatherless;     uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed. 4 Rescue the weak and the needy;     deliver them from the hand of the wicked. 5 “The ‘gods’ know nothing, they understand nothing.     They walk about in darkness;     all the foundations of the earth are shaken. 6 “I said, ‘You are “gods”;     you are all sons of the Most High.’ 7 But you will die like mere mortals;     you will fall like every other ruler.” 8 Rise up, O God, judge the earth,     for all the nations are your inheritance. Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

  7. Aug 28

    What I'm Celebrating and How You Can Be Part of This Milestone.

    Step into the world of poetry and music and experience the delight of celebrating life, love, and happiness. As your host, I am thrilled to share with you heartwarming stories, meaningful insights, and delightful surprises that will make your day brighter. From funny anecdotes to touching moments of gratitude, each episode is a treasure trove of emotions and connections. But the real gift lies in your hands! Join me in a mission to spread joy and kindness by leaving a review. Your words have the power to inspire, uplift, and bring smiles to faces around the world. So let's make this birthday celebration truly special by coming together, sharing and creating a ripple of positivity with your heartfelt reviews! Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

  8. Aug 28

    In Good Time... - Abimbola T. Alabi

    In Good Time...  By Abimbola T. Alabi Life can seem an endless maze, The twists and turns, lulls and delays, But things always fall into place... In good time.   Friends will sometimes go away. Some may disappoint or others betray, But new ones will come to stay... In good time.   The hurt of getting something wrong, And the lesson it often brings along Are there, you see, to make you strong... In good time.   Kindness freely given away, Unnoticed now, will somehow find its way Back to you and come to stay... In good time.   Efforts seem not to pay to plan? Forge on friend, doing the best you can. Fortune will find the deserving man... In good time.   Life can be tough, there's no doubt, But hope is the thing we can't do without. Right things with joy will come about... In good time. Support the show Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast   Please accept my endless gratitude, I'm tickled pink, You're a gift! Thank you for your time and attention. It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen. ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

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An Epicurean's dream: Feast your eyes on this! A poetry show that never existed, bringing you motivation and inspiration in minutes; this isn’t your average poetry experience! Meaty phrases, gritty sayings, impactful poems, insightful rhymes, meaningful paeans and provocative pieces that sound like rap lyrics. Lines that are worth gold: “Poetry is good for the soul,” plus stay tuned to hear a scripture verse. Coming to you every Friday to share a quick speech, don’t skip a beat, please spend one minute with me. Lend me your ear gate, and I promise to make you feel great, or else you can leave the scene. Grace and peace. xoxo

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