1 Minute with The Bald-Headed Poet

Independent Dream by Dan Higgins

In the face of oppression, an idea was born
Never again to tyranny, we’d be sworn
Determined to create a place free of scorn
Every Fourth of July, a new hope is reborn
Pursuing happiness, no longer forlorn
Each firework fired, a salute to the morn’
Nation of dreamers, by independence adorned
Dreaming of a future, by freedom’s hand drawn
Enjoying the f...

Choices by Nikki Giovanni

If i can't do what i want to do
then my job is to not do what i don't want to do
It's not the same thing
but it's the best i can do

If i can't have what i want... then
my job is to want what i've got
and be satisfied that at least there
is something more to want

Since i can't go where i need to go... 

then i must... go where the signs point
though always understanding parallel movemen...

Only a Dad by Edgar Albert Guest

 Only a dad, with a tired face,
 Coming home from the daily race,
 Bringing little of gold or fame,
 To show how well he has played the game,
 But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
 To see him come, and to hear his voice.

 Only a dad, with a brood of four,
 One of ten million men or more.
 Plodding along in the daily strife,
&nb...

Juneteenth is an annual observance on June 19 to remember when Union soldiers enforced the Emancipation Proclamation and freed all remaining slaves in Texas on June 19, 1865. This day is an opportunity for people to celebrate freedom and equal rights in the United States. (Wikipedia)

Juneteenth Poems:

Caged Bird: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/maya-angelou-caged-bird/id1633899855?i=1000595609856

Still I Rise: https://podcasts.a...

You And Your Whole Race by Langston Hughes

You and your whole race.
Look down upon the town in which you live
And be ashamed.
Look down upon white folks
And upon yourselves
And be ashamed
That such supine poverty exists there,
That such stupid ignorance breeds children there
Behind such humble shelters of despair—
That you yourselves have not the sense to care
Nor the manhood to stand up and say

You Tell Me by Jewel

It cannot be so 

you say 

simple hands 

cannot change 

the fate of humanity.

I say

Humanity is 

a boundless, 

absorbing heart 

transcending

death & generations 

and centuries 

absorbing bullets 

and stitches 

and tear gas

enduring humiliation 

and illegal abortions 

and thankless jobs

I say to you 

the heart of Humanity 

has not 

and will not 

be...

Dive into the timeless words of Ralph Waldo Emerson as we explore his profound poem “Art”. In this episode, we unravel Emerson’s reflections on creativity, nature, and the human spirit, discovering how art connects us to beauty and meaning in everyday life. Perfect for lovers of poetry, philosophy, and inspirational readings, this episode brings Emerson’s wisdom to life through thoughtful narration and refle...

Crossing The Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
 
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
 
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,

Join me as I discuss the state of our nation and ask you questions regarding your beliefs and personal convictions. 

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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.


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Prose and Cons Talk: Bald Women get no respect - Liberty, Justice and Peace.

Join me for a brief discussion about the humor, positives, awkward experiences, and trials of being a bald woman. 

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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 obs...

We Honor You Today by Susan R. Smith

To all of our veterans
Far and near.
We thank you for your service
For all those years.
 
You sacrificed your time,
And some gave your life.
You preserved our freedom
By willingly paying the price.
 
Many of you
Were sent overseas.
You were wounded in battle,
With scars and disease.
 
But courageous and brave,
You weathered the storm....

Equality by Maya Angelou

You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.
 
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.
 
You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly...

The Beatitudes, The Sermon on the Mount: Matthew 5:1-12

The Sermon on the Mount

5 Seeing the crowds, he went up on the mountain, and when he sat down, his disciples came to him.

The Beatitudes

2 And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying:

3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

4 “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

5 “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit...

The Most Beautiful Hands by Vinny Vi 

There are no hands more lovely
Than the ones that held you tight
And soothed you through the night.
 
There are no hands more fair
Than the ones that brushed your hair
And helped you dress with care.
 
There are no hands more sweet
Than the ones that cooked your meals
And tended to your needs.
 
 There are no hands more dear
 T...

Happy Mother's Day Poem for Non-biological Mothers – The Bald-Headed Poet 

A woman gives birth to ideas, goals, and dreams. It’s more than giving life to someone she’s conceived. Being a caretaker is arduous but rewarding. Thank God for the non-biological mothers who deserve fame and fortune. Aunts’ godmother’s stepmother’s friends, cousins’ sisters, teachers’ leaders adopted moms...

All The World's A Stage by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then t...

Split Differential by Matthew McConaughey

looking for things that I have seen, 

on the outs and in the between.

opening drawers that I've opened prior, 

this constant crying wolf's proof I'm a liar.

imagining places it's perfectly hidden, 

just because it's gone does that mean it's forbidden?

believing it is where it's never been, 

a penance I pay to atone for my sin?

running out of age to find what's mine, 

believin...

Granny's Tree-Climbing by Ruskin Bond

My grandmother was a genius. You'd like to know why?

Because she could climb trees. Spreading or high, She'd be up their branches in a trice. And mind you,

When last she climbed a tree, she was sixty-two.

Ever since childhood, she'd had this gift For being happier in a tree than in a lift;

And though, as years went by, she would be told That climbing trees should stop when one grew old

And that growi...

A few lines can reshape how we think about blessing, prayer, and purpose, and Psalm 67 does exactly that. We read this short psalm straight through, letting its rhythm and repetition do their work: “May God be gracious to us and bless us” becomes more than a private wish, and turns into a worldwide hope.

What stands out is the psalm’s logic. We ask for grace and for God’s face to shine, not so we can ...