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My Journey as a Poet – post #5

— in case you missed it– listed below:

Post #5

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/07/11/babies-killing-babies/

Please stay tuned for more in the next post of “My Journey as a Poet “. In the meantime if you missed any of the previous posts, they are listed below also:

 Post #1

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/13/my-journey-as-a-poet/

Post #2

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/20/my-journey-as-a-poet-post-2/

Post #3

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/27/my-journey-as-a-poet-3/

Post #4

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/07/03/my-journey-as-a-poet-4-2/

 

In case you missed it:  My Journey as a Poet – #4


A Small Grant From the State’s Art Commission 

Shortly after receiving notification of my first poem being published, I received another notification. The state (South Carolina) arts commission awarded me a small grant to continue my work and to attend the Atlanta Arts Festival in Atlanta, Georgia.  

Off I went to Atlanta from Columbia, South Carolina. I headed west driving my white, with blue leather top, 1980 Oldsmobile Royale west on interstate 20. I was nervous and excited. This would be the biggest art festival I ever attended.

After arrival, I checked into my hotel and made my way to the registration center, picked up my program and started making my way to every poetry reading I could. A lot more than poetry was going on but I wanted to check out the poetry scene.

I listened to poets from New York City, Pittsburgh, Atlanta and many other places. I went to many venues, some near midtown and others as far as Buckhead. Although I did not know it at the time, I was receiving an education about reading poems onstage. Little did I realize it but this experience would benefit me later. Stored in my subconscious were lessons on “what to do” onstage and “what not to do”.

Please stay tuned for more in the next post in “My Journey as a Poet “. In the meantime if you missed any of the previous posts, they are listed below:

Post #1

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/13/my-journey-as-a-poet/

Post #2

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/20/my-journey-as-a-poet-post-2/

Post #3

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/27/my-journey-as-a-poet-3/

My Journey as a Poet – #4


A Small Grant From the State’s Art Commission

Shortly after receiving notification of my first poem being published, I received another notification. The state (South Carolina) arts commission awarded me a small grant to continue my work and to attend the Atlanta Arts Festival in Atlanta, Georgia.

Off I went to Atlanta from Columbia, South Carolina. I headed west driving my white, with blue leather top, 1980 Oldsmobile Royale on interstate 20. I was nervous and excited. This would be the biggest art festival I ever attended.

After arrival, I checked into my hotel and made my way to the registration center, picked up my program and started making my way to every poetry reading I could. A lot more than poetry was going on but I wanted to check out the poetry scene.

I listened to poets from New York City, Pittsburgh, Atlanta and many other places. I went to many venues, some near midtown and others as far as Buckhead. Although I did not know it at the time, I was receiving an education about reading poems onstage. Little did I realize it but this experience would benefit me later. Stored in my subconscious were many lessons on “what to do” onstage and “what not to do” onstage.

Please stay tuned for more in the next post in “My Journey as a Poet “. In the meantime if you missed any of the previous posts, they are listed below:

Post #1
https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/13/my-journey-as-a-poet/

Post #2
https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/20/my-journey-as-a-poet-post-2/

Post #3
https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/27/my-journey-as-a-poet-3/

My Journey As A Poet

img_0737It looks like I am receiving a few views on my series “My Journey as a Poet”.  In case you missed a post I have placed links to all previous posts here.  Each post is short –3 minutes reading time.  You can read it over your morning coffee or during your morning break.

Post #1

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/13/my-journey-as-a-poet/

Post #2

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/20/my-journey-as-a-poet-post-2/

Post #3

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/27/my-journey-as-a-poet-3/

My Journey as a Poet (post #2)

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(Part of Series:  My Journey as a Poet – click link below to see previous posts)

https://jtjohnpoet.com/2017/06/13/my-journey-as-a-poet/

My first Published Poem:  “i be a bad dude”

After my little dust-up with the young man who was cussing at his parents I went home. When I waked into my apartment I felt like an emotional wreck. I felt wired and I felt intense. I plopped down on my little short sofa, picked up my leather bound portfolio that I used for writing and I wrote. In finished a poem in fifteen minutes. The title was “I Be A Bad Dude”. I was not writing a rant but I was pouring my intensity onto the page. I channeled my rage into rationale and i stated my case in between the lines of my poem. Here it is:

(Acknowledgement: this poem appeared in Catalyst Magazine in 1992)

i be a bad dude

i a bad dude
i real slick, smooth and rude

i cuss my mother
i shoot my father
slaps my sister
and spits on my brother

i a bad dude

when my women give me lip
i go upsides they head
and if they don’t shut they trap
they finds themselves dead

i a bad dude

i don’t work for no black man
i don’t work for no white man
i don’t feed no babies
i don’t make no monthly payments
i don’t go to school
and i don’t care about no rules
cause i’m fine, slick, crude and rude
i’s be chillin cause i’s a bad dude

My Journey as a Poet



The Beginning of My Journey as a Poet – part 1

I took writing poetry seriously in the summer of 1992 and by early fall one of my poems, “I Be a Bad Dude” was published by Catalyst Literary magazine.

The writing and the preparation prior to receiving the acceptance letter marked the beginning of my journey as a poet. 

During that summer of ’92, I wrote and wrote and wrote poetry.  One of those summer nights I walked into my little apartment in the throes of rage.  I’d just finished confronting a young man who was disrespecting his parents by cussing in their presence and threatening violence towards them.  I intervened and we went to blows.  No one lost.  No one won but after we both rose up from the floor, he walked away just like a bully does when confronted.  

(to be continued next post..,)

“My Journey as a Poet” is the series I plan to blog about during this Summer’s posting season,