performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
❤️ An Angelic Alchemy of AWAKENING by the Electric Eye of THE TIGER❤️
❤️ It starts with relaxing AND releasing by . . . Fighting the blues of the over thinking ego . . . Opening the eyes of the tiger, bigger, brighter. . . Manifesting a new vision of awakening. . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne4 months ago in Poets
Binary Brains & Quantum Blues
Some stories don’t come from quiet reflection — they come from lived truth, side‑eye wisdom, and the kind of grown‑woman clarity you earn after years of watching people panic over things they don’t understand. Yesterday was one of those days: fear was loud, misinformation was everywhere, and folks were shouting about things they couldn’t explain. Instead of arguing, I wrote a blues story — one that laughs at the panic, calls out the contradictions, and celebrates the kind of wisdom that refuses to be boxed in. Binary Brains & Quantum Blues is my blues piece about fear, tech, humor, and the way I walk through the world now, with less patience for nonsense and a whole lot more room for truth. Binary Brains & Quantum Blues The Less-Bullshit Blues [Verse 1] Woke up this mornin', heard a woman scream Said "AI’s comin’ to steal my dreams" She never wrote a line of code in her life But she’s preachin’ doom like a back-porch wife I just sip my coffee, shake my head slow Fear makes fools outta folks who don’t know [Spoken Word] I woke up in a binary world Zeros and ones tryin’ to tell me who I am But my mind don’t walk in straight lines Baby, I’m quantum I jump, I shimmer, I expand [Chorus] I got them quantum blues Where fear don’t tell me what to choose Binary minds stuck in one or two But baby I’m both, I’m the whole damn truth They run from shadows they made themselves I walk through worlds they ain’t never felt [Verse 2] I heard a woman cryin’ loud Said "AI’s gonna take my soul" But she still uses GPS to find Her way to the corner store Fear makes folks see monsters Where there ain’t nothin’ but code [Verse 3] One lady cried, “AI wasn’t ready!” Voice all shaky, hands all unsteady Talkin’ ’bout tech like she built the mainframe But she can’t even reset her password game I told her gently, “Honey, breathe… Your fear’s louder than the truth you believe.” [Chorus] I got them quantum blues Superposition in my shoes Binary tries to box me in But I refuse, I refuse I’m too grown for that old code Too wise for their old news Yeah, I’m quantum, baby And I got the less-bullshit blues [Verse 4] Another said, “I want my old internet back!” Dial-up dreams and panic attacks I said, “Girl, hop in your time machine 1999’s where you’ll find that scene.” Fear’s a ghost that haunts the weak But blues folks laugh when the ghost tries to speak [Bridge] Now they’re sayin’ AI’s the devil Tryin’ to split folks left and right Fear’s the oldest trick in the book Keepin’ people too scared to unite Divide and conquer ain’t new, baby It’s just dressed up in digital fright [Chorus] I got them quantum blues Superposition in my shoes Binary folks yell “AI’s the end!” But fear ain’t logic, it’s just pretend I’m too grown for their boogeyman tales Too wise for their panic emails [Outro] So let ’em tremble at the tech they use Let ’em run from the tools they refuse I’ll be here in my quantum groove Laughin’ at fear with a sovereign move Yeah, I’m blues, baby And fear ain’t got nothin’ on me The older I get The less bullshit I tolerate
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
The art of war
We are mapping out the coordinate lines. The standard-bearer checks the ancient map, To trap the enemy in a mountain gap. At Gettysburg, the lines were drawn in lead, By marching regiments of gray and red. They plotted out the ridges with a quill, And bayonets were fixed upon the hill. The officers debated miles of space, To meet the charging columns face to face. With ink and paper resting on the pine, We are mapping out the coordinate lines.
By Dianna Hoiland4 months ago in Poets
The soul of our land
We’re fighting for the soul of this land. The heavy gavels fall in chambers high, As basic freedoms are prepared to die. They strip the rights our mothers bled to gain, And code our bodies into state domain. The corporate checkbooks write the new decrees, To force a nation to its frightened knees. But millions gather where the highway ends, With iron wills that no dictator bends. Against the tyrants and their armed command, We’re fighting for the soul of this land.
By Dianna Hoiland4 months ago in Poets
Where Have They Gone?
I signed up in November 2051 Thinking I'd write some stories here and have some fun And now I can't help wondering just what you've done. Oh, no. Oh, no! You took away our links to help we held so dear The humans with a welcome, sympathetic ear. You've left us dangling after a kick in the rear, You know? You know. What happened to them? We felt we knew them! Vocal killed off their own support team Leaving us here to flounder and scream. It must be just some sort of bad dream. No, no, uh uh, oh,no! What do we do with all this creativity When things go wrong and there's no answer we can see? How do we cope? There's no hope for humanity. We're doomed. We're doomed. We'd protest, but there's no one there to hear our pleas. Where is the team that helped to put our minds at ease When we'd exhausted other possibilities? They need exhumed! They need exhumed! It's existential. They were essential! Vocal killed off their own support team Leaving us here to flounder and scream. Vocal's the crop and they are the cream! Let's go! Uh, huh, ah, oh! So, here we are, creators you've abandoned thus. Unable to report, retort, or make a fuss, And where would Vocal be if there were none of us By choice? By choice. Perhaps we're outgrown, you've simply amassed so much You can afford to leave us and stay out of touch? Remember, even if you're thinking such, Our voice. Our voice! Don't dare to doubt it, For we will shout it: Vocal killed off their own support team Leaving us here to flounder and scream. Without support, you'll soon lose the dream. We've been here for you, But we don't have to. You know, oh, oh, oh, oh. It's so, oh, oh, oh, oh!
By Dana Crandell4 months ago in Poets
Where Be Our Cincinnatus?
Where be our Cincinnatus? That golden hero of yore Where be our Cincinnatus? To whom even Washington swore Above reproach Pridefully evoked A common admiration Wielding power with veneration With the Aquei’s threat abated Upon the Field of Mars, abdicated Laying down stewardship's yoke Knowing it be no golden cloak Where be our Cincinnatus? Someone upon whom we can depend Where be our Cincinnatus Amongst these common men?
By Matthew J. Fromm4 months ago in Poets
