“The poet or the revolutionary is there to articulate the necessity, but until the people themselves apprehend it, nothing can happen ... Perhaps it can't be done without the poet, but it certainly can't be done without the people. James Baldwin

Hello and Welcome to Amani Bey's poetry blog, inside are 7 poems, a piece of visual poetry and a voice recitation and a poet study.
This blog, consists of minimalistic poetry. This work, is a clear example of when less is more. Commas, periods, indentation and capitalization have been used quite carefully and each poem has its own theme. The Memory Poem, uses repetition; It is very condense and the lines are strategically broken. The riff poem uses choice assonance, consonance and alliteration. The ode is more of a personifier, it contains puns that attach human traits with that of the object. The Found Poem is a series of lines said by others in everyday life, broken and arranged into a state of satire. The I was Raised By Poem contains strong contrasts. To compliment to the poetic analysis of e.e. cummings, there lies an original poem written in his style, or his pen so to speak. Please enjoy, critique and analyze the works of Amani Bey, as you enter her Small Big World.

Memory Poem
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Cloudy skies
Desire clouded by fear
falling
failing
god father
thank you
that bike lesson
was a blessing
beyond the laughs and tears
there was more
hands on my back,
holding me steady,
holding my world steady,
holding the spot where my father should be.

Note the hand near the bike, it is the sign in ASL for father.Pay attention to the lighting, to the spokes in the wheel.

Riff Poem


I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand
I've been searching for similes to compare our contrast
But more accurately, no metaphor can meet the true meaning of the magic we’ve made
So I've been searching each section of your smile for a synonym
You know, one I can put into words
What usually happens is I end up with started sentences,scrawled out phrases, written in the wake of genius and wit,
Then scratched out so swiftly
I question their existence
You're the writer’s block, I can't seem to stop
Thinking about
Our memories make small of men who proceed you
When I sit down to write
I can't think of whether to say I'm sorry,
Glorify your gallantry
Or make up lies about why we’re not together
Line from Rudy Francisco


Ode

Ode to Earbuds

I'm sorry that I get really attached
That I don't treat you right and expect you to stay perfect forever
A forlorn lover who conducts themselves as the ocean's tides, eroding your pleasantry
expecting you to be there with me through the highs and lows
I leave your heart Strings tangled,
mixed
like
like those mixes you boom
when I'm with you, there's no one else in the room
You make time stand still,
with your beautiful voice that knows when to cry, when to laugh
It tap dances on my ear drum, and
caresses my cochlea
Stealing me away



Found Poem
I don't have enough time
slickhead
i don't want to do it
you're lucky i don't feel like it
Im about to start writing stuff down too
i can't go to detention on saturday
trouble man always in trouble man
are you part native american?
do you even know what that says
what are you doing



I was Raised By...


I was raised by
dark tvs and brain brightening books
Swahili on Tongue
by Mama not misses
Sister not miss
By
Where you come from
What blood runs through your veins
Ancestors being kings and queens
monarchs, scientists, slaves, singers,
Game changers
Soulful
Scream loud for freedom
Shout for self
Conscious of the chains still on the minds of many,
Aliye na hamu ya kupanda juu hukesha.
A person who desires to rise [in society] must stay awake.



Edward Estlin Cummings , was an American poet, known by his pen name, e.e. cummings. Cummings, a veteran of World War One, spent most of his service in Paris. His poems however, do not focus on war or brutality at all, they focus on love and nature.
Cummings appears to be a philosopher, his poems and their titles begin with unfinished sentences such as “Who Knows If the Moon” and “The Wind is a Lady with” . He strikes his readers as a thinker. There is a certain tone of reflection in most of his poems conveyed through parentheses, they give a distinct flow to the narrator’s thought.
Cummings uses indentation, stanza and line breaking to separate and unify ideas such as “the wind is a Lady with/bright slender eyes(who/ moves)at sunset/ and who—touches—the/ hills without any reason”. The breaking in this poem allows the reader to pull different inferences and meanings from what could be one sentence with one meaning. One should note his deliberate choice of capitalization in this line. One of the most distinctive aspects of his poetry is his use of lowercase letters.
Cummings has a recurring theme of nature in most of his poems. He alludes to flowers and uses them as metaphors, comparing them to love,death and other things. He is also a fan in personifying elements of nature, giving them human traits, but there is almost always a tone of reverence and awe when that occurs.
When delving into the work of e.e. cummings, one must be prepared to step into a world where everything is living and someone is loving it, appreciating it, either in a slightly morose, or enamored way.


A poem in the style of e.e. cummings
if the bumble bee does warm up exercises before taking flight,

if the bumble bee does warm up exercises before taking flight,

why don't humans (who waiting in wit and genius and all other
things they find to become occupied with)

has it never
occurred to them

roses have the sense of waiting to bloom
letting shades of
chartreuse
gain enough passion to
will themselves red