What is Meant by Poetry in Motion | Poetry in Commotion

Poetry in Commotion, just another poem of the times by author and poet, E Lloyd Kelly Be sure to watch the video. One was to have seen it in some social media forums, coming to us in recent times and altered decor rums. Imaginary imagery of other types of supposedly, well-placed arguments under teleprompter letterings. Captioned to say to me. “The black people are the stupidest people on the planetary system today.” That’s the most outrageous thing to say! Nay? Or yay! But, instead of anger and our outrage, someone else and I were heard shouting to have their say. “Yeah! yeah man,” on our earing page. Because, that was our first reaction to the said comments coming off them and us, and here’s the cause. Even to a fraction. Although I myself, and he, and them, all three. Are oblivious to the obvious reason that he, yes, him and I. We’re those types of manly guys, the best. We would never become so quietened that we would not be able to stand up in the doorway and say. “We’re happy in our own skin today.” Surprise-surprise. “But why?” Someone else was heard asking him, and me. “It’s because,” the answer was to come clawing back at us and fast. One has a way of knowing the truth when it is spoken. Even if and when such a “one,” never knew it before then. This is one such truth that has been poking hard at you and me in a recent time span. Yeah man, you and I can’t be denied that one. But then again. Even if those reports were fake news of sorts, or falsely come those reports back to us, in talks. There must have been some truth to it for it to have grown wings on the legs, and taken off, no? Like, taking to the sky and flying. Wouldn’t that be a possible reason why -Hingh? Got some things to say on these and other such issues. Tell me, how did we as a people get to such a place as the tissue? To have nothing but mud, smoke, and dirt hurling at us from them, and the misuse? Would have lived and had happened to see nations born out of next to nothing. Was to have happened in my own lifetime, even. As a matter of fox teething, I’m even older than that thieving. Yeah man, at least one of those little brats they’re breeding. But they have risen up out of the dust to be contending. And commanding a place in the seats of the powerful wielding. At us, in fact. At world power, and at last. Even dominance too, too soon. It’s happening in our lives and times, in abundance to our dads, and mums. But there’s a people somewhere on this earth’s end vessel. Not very sure what they’re worth and lessen. Nor from whence they’d come but, they are nonetheless, here. For a while yet, a moment to spare, you bet. These people have done nothing with what they were given, to get. Like, the chosen piece of earth land, even the best. The very same piece that a few of the other men beasts came over here to feast and test their teeth at. Or when they were to go over there to possess, like this, and that. A little bit here and there from under our feet they took it square. Yes, and then ventured out to go and make something great, out of it. Ate all the fish there, sit, sit. Sit back down on it. Then, all of a sudden, those other people were to have seen it again. Saw what was to happen when, yes, that. They saw what the newcomers had done with what they’d taken away from them, and got fat. The tiny bits of paper and the right thing of the pen. Is still taking and wasting what’s left of us, and them. Now they want it back, but. “To go and do what?” One was heard asking things like that, in somewhat of a mocking shock. “To go and add to the ‘much’ that they still have ‘done got?’ Oh my gosh, like, like, still got lit, and lighting up yet the more lampposts to go lit up a lot more of it? you don’t say!” She was heard to have said this to me and spit, okay! “While the rest of us and our kinds are still sitting here and doing nothing with our own crown?” She was to continue raving on. “Yeah! You don’t say.” Said that one, that very way. Meanwhile, the other man is still doing many things, and yet. Observing you and building military wings like, “like jet.” Studying, and discovering some more, you bet. Very many are those building kinds of things that they’re doing. Even down to the tiniest of a molecular being, of genes. And the differences in between. This one too, and the other who was questioning you, asking about what makes one person, or thing out to be different from the brother. Talks about how to manipulate things in “proper order.” In order to make them out to serve him better, better him than you, you know, the go-getter, yes. That’s who — mi bredda. Oh yes. Yes -my dear beloved brother. But best, look at the other, thing. He has managed to convince those other people, those right over there on the over-laden vehicle. That their ways are old and outdated, and not good anymore, underrated. So, those people over there would have given up on the ways and established customs. Those ways of their forefathers’ generations. Go on, cuss them if you want, yes, those accursed things leaning on your arms. Those who would have taken on themselves the things of the other men’s wealth. As if it was to come to them and their children’s help. Because, they love the others’ ways and customs, all of their fabulous must-come things. Much more than they’d ever loved the foolishness of their own forefathers’ messing. So now, it’s the “other man” who feeds them. With altered and manipulated feeding. Some kind of G’s us approved and proven food they call them, or something. After they’re done praying over the cornmeal dumplings. Gives gifts of water to drink and wash them when, and which quenches your thirst for a short season. For a while yes, that’s the only reason. But they will surely cleanse the earth of you in the long run of denial. When you don’t even know how to know what’s the crushing style. That which is happening, until it happens to you -Chyle, yes, yes -my child. Yet, trust and obey that man is what you do. All the while, true. Go fix it boo. Now, smile, and look at who? You, because. He’s the one who clothes them, and you. Educates you too, gives laws to govern meant to rudely awaken you. Medicine to yield you after the seasonal flu. After they’re done with sicking the big bad dog on you, sorry, I meant to say, whenever you’re ill-figured. Go figure it out, or go away -Boo. Gave you religion about who? Yes, a religiously godly bout of doubt, old or new. Dwindle dumb norms abnormally stout too, to go out and perform them on you. Also sold on you, are those Normans’ norms, maybe. And strangely are the customs coming in lately. Money to spend to buy them, and then some. Some other nothingness and nonsense from them, just come. And gets poorer for so doing, and more are those in spirit, even. Even waste you away, and prepare you to die. And go off to heaven, but why? Oh my! Now that the time has come for their actual dying, and for the wasting. Starting off from their children’s lickerish tongue tasting. Or more like, not having children as the basic chase thing. Because those are bad for the square of them. Sorry, I meant to say, beware of them. For the environment of the day. For the earth’s equilibrium. The ecosystems, and species preservation. Such are the other things of those men shunned by some. But as for us, like, you, and our way of life. “Those must be observed,” so says those other orders of the knights. “No one is going to deprive us of our ways of life, nor cause us to stop the wares and tares.” That’s right. In other words, cause us, [meaning, them,] to change “our” ways of life. Such as making theirs out to become ours. Because, it’s a given from the creator of all things eve, I mean, even. That “us” here, means, “they, them,” yeah man, they must have the very best and the most, yay! All that there is to have of this earth, I suppose, but of course, “you don’t say.” I won’t. Not at the expense and extinction of others such as us, and the brothers, on the bus. So, why bothers with us? Not for them, though, the other men foe. It’s not about them and us, no. It’s about all of us, the Neanderthals, wink-wink. That will be all. Now think about this, and that. About all other such things, and the facts. All of those many wonders of wonderful things about this beautiful rock band called earth, hey! Good evening, again. Or morning, since it’s earlier here on the dirt we’re all in. Which we want to preserve for whoever will come after us, not to be leaving. It’s not about us and them though, we are all in this together. So, if we’ve all been bad, then, we shall all go back out badly together. Because, together we have been bad stewards of this earth thing feeling, and the weather. So, now we must pack together towards her healing, to bring her back to her former, you know, like. Whether we like it or not, we must. Bring her back to her former glory, so said her, not me. All of us together must do this glory us, weather, because we are equally in it, together. All are equally responsible for what had happened to her, in the pasture. And happening even now, at last sir. Therefore, we will be rewarded equally for the ultimate outcome that we would have fabricated with our own hands - …on our knees? Well, of course. Excuse me please! And out of the collective imagination airy, systems of ours. See? Yeah man, like this one here on her knee? Ride on. Hey, you there -black… I mean, that man, sorry, lie to me. Tell me that you’re worth saving. Again. ⁓⸪⁓ Please, join us and let's talk. Or leave a comment below, we'll surely get back to you with a reply. I'm here writing love letters to my black brothers, and yes, sisters too. Be sure to bookmark this page and come again. Bring a friend too, to share hits after hits with them, and yes, the misses too. Thank you for subscribing on the YouTube channel, and for hitting the bell. You will be notified whenever we post new content. Thank you.