Spoken word from the heart - just as it should be. And yes, our value is much deeper than our external appearance would suggest or how much society (whose values are like quicksand - shifting all the time!) says we are. God bless!
Amazing talent this woman has. Truly spoke to me on a deep level. It's amazing how certain situations in a girls up bringing could tarnish her confidence of herself leaving her to be a grown woman still dealing with little girl issues. I love the way the knowledge of being a confident woman speaks thru ms.thakurs poetry. :)
oh yes! be queens, be more than what the world calls you to be stand up and be counted as queens for many a young girl has been born who doubted her strength forever torn looked in the mirror at only her flaws never seeing the inner beauty that that all men applaud so be queens, be more than what the world calls you to be stand up and be counted as queens
OMGosh, GIRL! How old are you?!!??!?! That was well spoken! My true sentiments exactly when I was going thru high school. Wish I had a friend like you back then, maybe if wouldn't have felt so alone.
dress how you want to be addressed..You go to interviews dressed like you want a job right..now i'm not saying that you don't have the right to dress "hoochie" or does it make it right for people to pass judgement upon you if you do so.. but knowing that everyone does not carry the same intelligence as you.. dress.. how you.. want to be..addressed...
outside of your family did you have to leave your environment to build your team? how did you know who to trust ? the people I attract are the opposite of who I want to be and I rarely meet the type of people I want to be like
Brief Bio: I’m Al Fogel born in 1945 and at an early age began writing poems. In 1962 I was introduced to a neighbor who just returned from Avatar Meher Baba’s “ East west” gathering and handed me a book titled “The Everything and the Nothing” that included brief but powerful passages by Meher Baba that touched me deeply and i became a “ Baba Lover” I continued writing poems and in 2010 while on Jane Reichhold’s AHA website workshopping poems I befriended a Chinese man who helped me perfect my Senryu and Haibun. Subsequently I am now considered one of the nations leading authorities on Tanka , Senryu, and Haibun. Here are some examples of each of my specialties senryu ~ dentist chair the hygienist removes my Bluetooth ~ Internet argument all his words in CAPS hers in EMOTICONS ~ after the divorce he spends more time at the dollar store ~ damsel in distress clarke kent still searching for a phone booth ~ cauliflower ears once a contender now boxing vegetables ~ under the influence - moonshine ~ Audubon sale all variety of seeds. . . early birds welcome ~ Buddhist fortune cookie the unfolded paper reads “ better luck next birth!” ~ sudden downpour. . . the adults run for shelter ~ sidewalk cafe the birds and people tweeting ~ busy crosswalk the seeing eye dog leads the way ~ **senryu is usually humorous, but it can also be serious. For example, the following two of mine are horrific and heartbreaking ( dealing with the Holocaust): ~ cattle cars between the slats human eyes ~ stutthof - the stench of burnt hair from the chimneys ~ Tanka ( I already posted the Jackson Pollock one about painting his face but here’s another Tanka ~ Here is another Tanka: thrift store purchase inside the leather jacket a tarnished half-heart ~ Haibuns The Mathematics of Retribution “Karma is i fathomable,” I inform her It’s late and our conversation turns heavy “ Seems simple to me, “my girlfriend responds. “If I murder you, then it’s reasonable that I will be murdered in this or another life to balance the ledger.” “ Not necessarily so” I’m quick to rejoin. “What if you murdered me in this life because I murdered you in a prior life karmic debts and dues are now equalized.” “But what if I get caught and I go to jail for life. Where’s the equal payback in that?” “As I said, karma is unfathomable.” We continue discussing reincarnation and then add the possibilities of “group karma” to the mix Finally, at about midnight, we fall asleep Stutthof - the stench of burnt hair from the chimneys ~~ Mama There were days when I pretended to be too sick to go to school - - just for mamas loving embrace -her arms the heat of home Even with the onset of dementia, her cheerfulness was so contagious it was a joy being around her despite the illness. She made everyone laugh with her spontaneous unpredictable behavior. nursing home bumper wheelchair her favorite pastime Once a week I would whisk her away from the assisted-living facility and we would spend several hours together -grabbing a meal or frequenting some of her favorite second-hand stores where she loved to shop and donate clothes. When we drove to her favorite thrift in November, her dementia worsened. thrift store the dress mama donated she wants to buy On a cold December morn mama passed. The funeral was simple. There was a light drizzle as the family gathered at the gravesite. One by one, with eyes full of rain, we said our last goodbyes. autumn twilight - oh mama tuck me under hug me one more time ~ ‘Round Midnight It was a huge ballroom on the top floor of a building on Broadway --an important midtown crossroads in the heart of the Great White Way. My uncle still talks with reverence about how -in his heyday -he would travel by rail to the corner of Lenox and walk inside to the beat of jungle music. Who knew what to expect? One night you might be listening with rapt attention to Theloneous Monk and Dizzy Gillespie the godfathers of bebop in their signature beret caps, or the Nicholas Brothers flashing their wild acrobatic spins and splits, or enchanted by the sweet taste of Brown Sugar -with Bojangles out front. And when the Bird was in flight, even the moon was not high enough. But in 1940 the ballroom closed its doors to make way for a commercial housing development and another kind of night. new Harlem the a-train replaced by the bullet ~ Atlantic City New Jersey I had just graduated from high school I remember stopping for saltwater taffy -as evening journeyed slowly into night. Nearing curfew, we sat on a protruded sandy enclave--holding hands, looking out at the ocean, not saying much. In the distance the lights from an ocean liner flickered as the night kept coming on in... first “french kiss” under the boardwalk “over the moon!” ~~ All love, Al
YEEEEEESS!!!!!!! This got me straight in the heart. This is true art. Speak up. So many need to hear you. Shine your light girl shine your light
"Who are we hiding from if I am the same as you!" FIRE!!!
I aplaud you , Queen! knowledge is Power, and you are full of it. You are a success. Go with God in your journey, you will be blessed. Amen..
Still listening to this in 2022 I found this poem in 2015 still love this piece. Keep it going
Spoken word like this will soon help elevate the hip hop industry
Still one of my favourite spoken words! And your still killing it!
I just shedded a tear. Thank you.
It’s 2 years later and I still love this!
Spoken word from the heart - just as it should be. And yes, our value is much deeper than our external appearance would suggest or how much society (whose values are like quicksand - shifting all the time!) says we are. God bless!
Love coming back to this poem.
Your simplicity touches me on a deeper level and it's awesome... Thank you for being you
Spectacular poem. You are great!
This touches the heart
you are my inspiration Sofia......hail to you!!!
I salute you Queen, peace and one love ✌❤👑
I love her so much. She's so beautiful, and well-spoken.
Amazing talent this woman has. Truly spoke to me on a deep level. It's amazing how certain situations in a girls up bringing could tarnish her confidence of herself leaving her to be a grown woman still dealing with little girl issues. I love the way the knowledge of being a confident woman speaks thru ms.thakurs poetry. :)
Beautify spoken
Very deep and true...love this!
I still love this.
i didnt realise how much i needed to hear this
So happy I've found a girl i can subscribe to because of her quality character and unique initiative!
I love this.. This is a real woman anthem! Sophia your amazing ...
This is awesome from start to finish. All of it
Love this, keep it up. May God continue to bless you.
This was just absolutely extraordinary, what an amazing girl to speak on some real situations as a teen girl.
Absolutely love this!
Beautiful words of hopes
I appreciate
I love this!!!
Beautiful. Wish I would've seen this back when it was first made.
Absolutely Beautiful
Truly inspirational.
In other words... That was quite epic.
I don’t know why this is in my recommended. But you’ve earned yourself a Subscriber.
Amazing and thoughtful indeed! I love it!!!
Brilliant!! you're indeed a Queen.
Truly beautiful!
THANK YOU SO MUCH! felt this so deeply!!!
man I want to meet her!!!
haha maybe one day?
B-)
i met her today :3
u r such a good poet.not enough words to describe how amazing u r.btw really big fan of u
Yo'this Nego is dope The kid is truth for realzz
Fyah fyah! Love this Girl ♡
She's gorgeous!
Yes she is❤️
why are you so awesome?? God bless you girl
You touched my heart
so inspirational!!!!
I really loved this!!!!
I felt that deeply. That was really good, you have talent
Fire. Ur accent is too die for
This was beautiful.
LOVED IT!! Keep being a Queen.
oh yes! be queens,
be more than what the world calls you to be
stand up and be counted as queens
for many a young girl has been born
who doubted her strength forever torn
looked in the mirror at only her flaws
never seeing the inner beauty that
that all men applaud
so be queens,
be more than what the world calls you to be
stand up and be counted as queens
This is sooo good, really touched me i can relate so well to this!! keep making videos
This is really good I agree!!
this is beautiful.
Thank you so much for this.
also I really needed this thank you
WOW just WOW!!
Amazing!.
Relatable and very talented
OMGosh, GIRL! How old are you?!!??!?! That was well spoken! My true sentiments exactly when I was going thru high school. Wish I had a friend like you back then, maybe if wouldn't have felt so alone.
I can relate.
😍😍😍😍😍😍 love it
dress how you want to be addressed..You go to interviews dressed like you want a job right..now i'm not saying that you don't have the right to dress "hoochie" or does it make it right for people to pass judgement upon you if you do so.. but knowing that everyone does not carry the same intelligence as you.. dress.. how you.. want to be..addressed...
im in love!
Love this!
Dress how you want to be addressed
I don’t agree with that quote, simply put that’s judging a book by its cover
Beautiful!
Awesome!!!!!!
man i would love to one day work with her on a piece, her words are moving
Love it
Juss discovered u, absolutely inspiring. I can't wait to meet you in real life because God knows what wisdom you'll share. I heard ur Billy's niece
wow, love this!
Woooww urr amazinggggg
our movement needs thinkers!
Love this! 👌🏻
I love it! And Your so beautiful
Perfect!
outside of your family did you have to leave your environment to build your team? how did you know who to trust ? the people I attract are the opposite of who I want to be and I rarely meet the type of people I want to be like
ah-maze-ing. well done sophia, speak the truth!
Keep up the great work young Queen :-)
Yay my name was mentioned. Yeah no one knows me but yup you got my name in there anyways lol
wow that's very powerful
Damn, I want to meet her.
That was hot. Where dose your accent come from?
DOPE!!!!!!!
Real talk
I love this
AMEN!
Same here
YES QUEEN !!
AMAZING!!!
Can't say I agree with 'dress how you want to be addressed', 'act your age, act your wage, act your gender', great other than that.
Is there any chance I would be allowed to perform this for a Forensics Competition?
Wow that's good
The Real!!
Who’s here in 2019 ..?
fire
What is your ig name? Your slayed it!
Brief Bio:
I’m Al Fogel born in 1945 and at an early age began writing poems. In 1962 I was introduced to a neighbor who just returned from Avatar Meher Baba’s “ East west” gathering and handed me a book titled “The Everything and the Nothing” that included brief but powerful passages by Meher Baba that touched me deeply and i became a “ Baba Lover” I continued writing poems and in 2010 while on Jane Reichhold’s AHA website workshopping poems I befriended a Chinese man who helped me perfect my Senryu and Haibun.
Subsequently I am now considered one of the nations leading authorities on Tanka , Senryu, and Haibun.
Here are some examples of each of my specialties
senryu
~
dentist chair
the hygienist removes
my Bluetooth
~
Internet argument
all his words in CAPS
hers in EMOTICONS
~
after the divorce
he spends more time
at the dollar store
~
damsel in distress
clarke kent still searching
for a phone booth
~
cauliflower ears
once a contender
now boxing vegetables
~
under
the influence -
moonshine
~
Audubon sale
all variety of seeds. . .
early birds welcome
~
Buddhist fortune cookie
the unfolded paper reads
“ better luck next birth!”
~
sudden downpour. . .
the adults run
for shelter
~
sidewalk cafe
the birds and people
tweeting
~
busy crosswalk
the seeing eye dog
leads the way
~
**senryu is usually humorous, but it can also be serious. For example, the following two of mine are horrific and heartbreaking ( dealing with the Holocaust):
~
cattle cars
between the slats
human eyes
~
stutthof -
the stench of burnt hair
from the chimneys
~
Tanka ( I already posted the Jackson Pollock one about painting his face but here’s another Tanka
~
Here is another Tanka:
thrift store purchase
inside the leather jacket
a tarnished half-heart
~
Haibuns
The Mathematics of Retribution
“Karma is i fathomable,”
I inform her
It’s late and our conversation turns heavy
“ Seems simple to me, “my girlfriend responds.
“If I murder you, then it’s reasonable that I will be murdered in this or another life to balance the ledger.”
“ Not necessarily so” I’m quick to rejoin.
“What if you murdered me in this life
because I murdered you in a prior life
karmic debts and dues are now equalized.”
“But what if I get caught and I go to jail for life. Where’s the equal payback in that?”
“As I said, karma is unfathomable.”
We continue discussing reincarnation and then add the possibilities of “group karma” to the mix
Finally, at about midnight, we fall asleep
Stutthof -
the stench of burnt hair
from the chimneys
~~
Mama
There were days when I pretended to be too sick to go to school - - just for mamas loving embrace -her arms the heat of home
Even with the onset of dementia, her cheerfulness was so contagious it was a joy being around her despite the illness.
She made everyone laugh with her spontaneous unpredictable behavior.
nursing home
bumper wheelchair
her favorite pastime
Once a week I would whisk her away from the assisted-living facility and we would spend several hours together -grabbing a meal or frequenting some of her favorite second-hand stores where she loved to shop and donate clothes.
When we drove to her favorite thrift in November, her dementia worsened.
thrift store
the dress mama donated
she wants to buy
On a cold December morn mama passed.
The funeral was simple. There was a light drizzle as the family gathered at the gravesite. One by one, with eyes full of rain, we said our last goodbyes.
autumn twilight -
oh mama tuck me under
hug me one more time
~
‘Round Midnight
It was a huge ballroom on the top floor of a building on Broadway --an important midtown crossroads in the heart of the Great White Way.
My uncle still talks with reverence about how -in his heyday -he would travel by rail to the corner of Lenox and walk inside to the beat of jungle music. Who knew what to expect? One night you might be listening with rapt attention to Theloneous Monk and Dizzy Gillespie the godfathers of bebop in their signature beret caps, or the Nicholas Brothers flashing their wild acrobatic spins and splits, or enchanted by the sweet taste of Brown Sugar -with Bojangles out front. And when the Bird was in flight, even the moon was not high enough.
But in 1940 the ballroom closed its doors to make way for a commercial housing development and another kind of night.
new Harlem
the a-train replaced
by the bullet
~
Atlantic City New Jersey
I had just graduated from high school
I remember stopping for saltwater taffy -as evening journeyed slowly into night. Nearing curfew, we sat on a protruded sandy enclave--holding hands, looking out at the ocean, not saying much. In the distance the lights from an ocean liner flickered as the night kept coming on in...
first “french kiss”
under the boardwalk
“over the moon!”
~~
All love,
Al
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