Poetry In The Key
Of Rhyme
By: Michael Kamau
Copyright 2011
Chapter 1: Poetic Short Stories
1. Quiet Warrior
2. Immortal Poet
3. The Rising Sun
4. Wise Poet Versus The Monster
5. Celibate Poet
6. Divine Storyteller
7. The Life Of A Mourning Dove
Chapter 2: From A Humble Poet’s Perspective
8. In The Background
9. Poetry Is My Therapy
10. Q And A With A Humble Poet
11. A Summary Of My Poetry
12. Grim Reaper’s Ship
13. Son Of Mother Nature
14. Autumn Is My Birthday
15. Poetry In The Key Of Rhyme
16. From A Quiet Place
17. Just A Humble Poet
18. Speak Into The Wind
19. My New And Improved Writing Style
20. Positive Poetry Is What I Create
21. I’m Tired Of Negativity
22. Empathy
Chapter 3: Positive Poetry
23. Universal Poets
24. Earth Wind Fire And Water
25. International Poetry Contest
26. From Out Of The Wilderness
27. Transforming Wrongdoers Into True Believers
28. Positive Poets Of The World
29. Poets Of Mother Earth Versus The Empire Of Greed
30. Positive Poetry For Free
31. K.O.P.P.
32. Sky An Earth
Chapter 4: Healing Poetry
33. Healing Poetry Then And Now
34. An Appeal To The Indigenous Spirits
35. Metaphysical Microphone
36. The Healer Within
37. The Truth Will Not Be Found In A Book
38. The Enemy Of Hate
39. Healing Poets Have Just Begun
40. Chest Pain
41. An Angel’s Assistance
42. The Burning Of Incense
Chapter 5: Michael Kamau’s Attempt At Love Poetry
43. I’m Handing You My Heart
44. Let Me Be Your Puppy
45. I’ve Officially Given Up On Love
46. What Is Love?
47. Drug-Free Love Affair
48. Norman And Patricia Ann
49. I Rarely Write About Love Anymore
50. A Poet In Love
51. How To Write A Love Poem For Your Lover
52. One More Love Poem
Chapter 6: Motivational Poetry
53. Negative Lifestyle Versus Positive Living
54. The Feel Good Train
55. Stay Positive
56. Five Steps To A Positive Path
57. Mister And Miss Philanthropist
58. Mental Emancipation
59. We Are Not The Men We Once Were
60. Soul Emancipation
61. Blissful Blessings
62. There Will Always Be A Tomorrow
Chapter 7. Bonus Poems
63. The Next Hero
64. Too Many Beer Commercials
65. I Like Coffee
66. A Secret Poem
67. Just Another Hypocrite Trying To Get Paid
68. Circle Of Seasons
69. Feel Free To Criticize Me
70. Quiet Moments With Mother Nature
Poetry In The Key Of Rhyme
Chapter 1: Poetic Short Stories
1. Quiet Warrior
Quiet Warrior is an unassuming martial artist. He only practices in SECLUSION. He incorporates Caribbean dance with an Oriental fighting style. Quiet Warrior is founder and Master of this dynamic FUSION. After every performance of spiritual oneness and physical agility, he recognizes both Sky and Earth at the CONCLUSION.
The girl from across the railroad tracks and her adventurous friends began to secretly watch his martial arts DANCE. They marveled at how Quiet Warrior utilizes sticks just as quick as movements of empty HANDS. The Master paused for a moment of complete silence, that’s when he realized he has unseen FANS.
The shy girl, whose name is Joy and two boys slowly crawled out of a bushel of LEAVES. They sat still as the teacher began to teach;
“Always respect sky, water, earth and the wind which govern the BREEZE which blow through TREES. Love life during Spring, Summer and Fall, as well as the season which causes the ground to FREEZE.”
“If you choose to worship a god, let it be The Creator of all THINGS. Pay attention to the elders’ wisdom. Learn to separate reality from DREAMS. And please do not partake in illegal activities or any kind of underhanded, money making SCHEME.”
“Treat OTHERS with the love and respect you would express with your biological sister or BROTHER. Be humble and unassuming when called upon to help ANOTHER. Now, I must continue with my practice. Feel free to return tomorrow only with permission from your Father and/or your MOTHER.”
Joy and her friends were so excited to have a wise teacher and a martial arts INSTRUCTOR. Their eager spirits are like fast moving railcars, Quiet Warrior is now their CONDUCTOR.
2. Immortal Poet
Only Immortal Poet hold the key to everlasting LIFE. The secrets to heaven and earth are found within the sparkling stars which twinkle at NIGHT. And at dawn, the song of the flying bird can clearly be heard once again. They’re humbly thanking Almighty God for the gift of FLIGHT.
Immortal Poet does not drink elixir out of a mythical JUG. He walks alone, never in need of compassionate friendship or intimate LOVE. His rhythmic inspiration comes from the melancholy melody of the mourning DOVE. Vulgar language will never come forth from out of his mouth. Positive Poetry is the only topic he will ever speak OF.
He’s a poetic traveler, slowly moving through space and TIME, spreading verbal medicine with virtuous words and cosmic RHYME. Immortal Poet has a tendency to add a glimmer of hope to every metaphoric LINE. Even those who doubt the power of Almighty God will look into the sky and recognize the SIGN.
How many millennia has he been walking with Grand Mother EARTH? Not even the eldest of storytellers can recite the ancient day of Immortal Poet’s BIRTH. One thing is for certain; he will continue to use the elements of air, wind, water and DIRT, to verbally heal all those who are spiritually HURT.
When the rest of us are physically GONE, Immortal Poet will continue ON reversing the deeds of tribal members who insist on doing WRONG. Anyone touched by his lyrical majesty, their aching spirit will become STRONG. And the years of their healthy lives will become LONG.
The poor, the hungry and the MEEK will no longer have reason to WEEP. Immortal Poet will now SPEAK, as he reveals the secret we all SEEK;
“The key to life is living right. Be sure to properly devote time for waste RELIEF, as well as regular periods of SLEEP. Regrettably, the secret of immortality I will choose to KEEP.”
3. The Rising Sun
There was once a suicide cult. Other than the leader, none of the members had ever been outdoors. They’ve never seen the sun or the MOON. On the night before their scheduled DOOM, Norman suddenly became a non-believer. At midnight, he escaped through the wooden frame of his window-less ROOM.
He marveled at the pine scent which infiltrated the fresh air. As he ran through the dark WOODS, Norman wondered if what he was doing was bad or GOOD. But before this moment, freedom is something he never UNDERSTOOD.
Didn’t take long for the cult leader’s hound dogs to pick up the direction of where Norman WENT. After running all night long, just before dawn all of his energy was SPENT. What was about to happen next was either miraculous or truly heaven SENT…
For the first time in is life, Norman kneeled and prayed to God ALMIGHTY. As all the other members arrived, a light began to rise. It was orange, bright and very SHINY. The slow moving cult leader hadn’t seen the light since the age of ten. Today is his birthday and he just turned NINETY.
They all gathered with Norman. Even the hound dogs gave respect to The ONE. No longer the members of a suicide cult, thirteen people’s lives had just BEGUN. Even the former cult leader instantly became reborn as they all bowed before the rising SUN.
4. Wise Poet Versus The Monster
When the monster entered the village, all the children SCREAMED. Some of the warriors will use their spears if the monster attacked. Others are sworn to protect the KING and the QUEEN.
Before the creature could harm anyone, Wise Poet SPOKE. He first asked the beast with a loud, convincing voice;
“Why are you attempting to harm FOLKS?”
Even the wind seemed to stop blowing when the monster paused. For the first time during the monster’s reign, the villagers saw a glimmer of HOPE.
Wise Poet continued;
“In the name of Almighty God, I’m ordering you to go away from HERE! Go back to the mountain of the giants and stop spreading FEAR! Children of the sun were born to play and to have fun. A humble poet has come to wipe away their TEARS.”
The vicious creature had been tamed, but not willing to accept DEFEAT. Completely calm and relaxed, the monster decided to have a SEAT. At that very moment, all the villagers, including King and Queen, experienced a sigh of RELIEF.
Speaking softly, Wise Poet said to the creature;
“A peaceful life must START from deep within the HEART. In order for Utopia to return, we all must do our PART. Try becoming a good creature and reap the intrinsic rewards of escorting your tribe into the light, out of the DARK.”
No longer a monster, the tall man STOOD. And for the first time he felt GOOD. All the children were happy as they said goodbye to him. But before he turned to walk toward the mountains through the WOODS…
The gentle giant thanked Wise Poet for freeing him from the thousand year CURSE. As he gazed into the sky, his last words were;
“Now I can smell the scent of a flower and smile at the sound of flying birds CHIRP.”
All the villagers watched as the tall, humble man returned to Grand Mother EARTH.
After they all gave thanks to God Almighty, Wise Poet continued traveling. He journeyed opposite the direction of the MOUNTAINS. Back toward the peaceful place of peach blossoms and waterfalls which spring forth from nature’s cool FOUN-TAINS. Already one half century old, Wise Poet has been truly blessed with physical health and internal wealth as time keeps COUNTIN’.
Wise Poet finally arrived at his tranquil HOME, where only peaceful creatures ROAM. After all those years of being a traveling healer, it was good to once again be ALONE.
5. Celibate Poet
In the land of a creativity, there lived a Celibate Poet with a heterosexual MIND. His only desire is to write Positive Poetry with lyrical rhythm and metaphoric RHYME. He always dreamed of leaving his world, now would be the perfect TIME to trek toward earth to spiritually empower all of MANKIND.
Celibate Poet often wrote about controlling his feelings of LUST. Sometimes, the effort is not ENOUGH. The mind is strong, but the flesh is capable of giving in to all kinds of sinful STUFF.
He writes from the heart and speaks from the SOUL. Celibate Poet is not a slave to silver shackles or chains of GOLD. He has come to this unforgiving society to break the MOLD. And to show us the path which lead to a righteous ROAD.
His ship has already traveled through the gravitational pull of a recently manifested black HOLE. Celibate Poet is now entering into our atmospheric THRESHOLD. His story can only be TOLD by ignoring the lies which have been filed away in dusty archives and allow the truth to UNFOLD.
The army of lust has become stronger and more powerful than EVER. Technological advances has enabled them to promote images on handheld devices of sexy women wearing two piece bikini or dressed in tight LEATHER. Our best defense against this trick is to focus on sunny days, regardless of stormy WEATHER.
Now that Celibate Poet has freed our mind, he must travel onward to save another troubled UNIVERSE. His unforgettable rhyming style has been carefully planted within the bosom of our Mother EARTH. All we have to do is try to live right and colorful flowers will continuously spring forth from out of fertile DIRT.
6. Divine Storyteller
As drummers begin to bang and dancers start to MOVE, Divine Storyteller sits with eyes closed, allowing his soul to absorb the festive MOOD. Meanwhile, warriors, women and children are patiently wondering which wise story he’s going to CHOOSE.
Now with eyes OPENED, historic barriers will be BROKEN. Divine Storyteller was born to perform the type of poetry that must be rhythmically SPOKEN.
“In the beginning, Almighty God created Sweet Mother Earth. Various creatures began to emerge, including mankind’s earliest TRIBE. One warrior began to spiritually bow down to the fallen angel who represent the dark SIDE. The beautiful spirit of internal goodness, he began to DEFY.”
Divine Storyteller didn’t translate the rebel’s name, he just referred to him as Evil Gladiator, creator of the LIE.
“It was Evil Gladiator’s lying tongue which caused the very first tribal DISAGREEMENT. Some folks began to mimic his despicable language, ignoring their own common SENSE. Sexual laws were broken and perpetrators didn’t even wash or RINSE.”
“Before things got too INTENSE, The Council of Elders held a secret meeting after properly lighting candles and INCENSE, followed by a moment of complete and uninterrupted SILENCE.”
“Without invitation, Evil Gladiator crashed the secret MEETING. The council was not surprised as the rebel expressed disrespect by not offering each elder a personal GREETING. After charging him with treason, they reminded Evil Gladiator that his warped philosophy was the sole reason tribal members were GRIEVING. With a noticeable smirk, the accused agreed to the punishment of banishment and immediately began preparations for LEAVING.”
“Evil Gladiator traveled north to spread lies throughout the CAVELANDS. From there, he and hundreds of his loyal CARAVANS traveled from their snowy mountains, across oceans and seas, through hot desert SAND. Their purpose was to solicit evil practices among all of mankind’s CLAN.”
“True believers need not worry. A humble poet will one day arise. Positive Poetry directly from his HAND will be delivered worldwide to offset the despicable actions which BEGAN from the mind of an evil MAN. At that point in time, heroes will begin to take a STAND and righteousness will return to this LAND.”
7. The Life Of A Mourning Dove
(scene 1)
It’s existence began inside an egg, kept warm by mother’s feathers and a daily dose of SUNLIGHT. At some point in time the stage was set, it left the nest and began to take FLIGHT. Along came a crooked path walker who was unhappy with the current status of his LIFE. He saw the bird pulling a worm out of soggy ground. The violently driven man grabbed a thick branch and the innocent creature received a deadly STRIKE.
(scene 2)
While walking along the shores of The Fort Detroit River on a windy, wintry evening, I saw a lifeless bird lying in the frozen SAND. After taking my gloves off, I lifted it up and felt it’s cold feathers in my HAND. A humble poet do not possess the power to bring this mourning dove back to life. However, I believe my poetry CAN.
This feathery creature of Mother Nature represent the magical concept of FLIGHT. Therefore, a humble poet must step onto an imaginary stage and speak into the metaphysical MIC for the sake of this bird’s LIFE. And to acknowledge Almighty God’s Will by poetically transforming darkness into LIGHT.
The life of a mourning dove and it’s mystical DESTINY will always coexist with the LONGEVITY of strong branches which extend from a TREE. With my mind and my voice, a humble poet must try and make the right choice when delivering the art known as Positive POETRY.
A mourning dove must FLY to EXEMPLIFY the fact that when hungry children CRY, a hero must ARISE to give them the vital nutrients they need to
SURVIVE. Afterwards, they will hold their heads HIGH and walk with PRIDE.
(scene 3)
The symbol of REBIRTH is a direct result of the compassion of Almighty God, Producer and Director of planet EARTH. All is well when a flock of geese fly in near perfect order, while cardinals tweet and blue jays CHIRP.
As this resurrected member of the pigeon family fly back toward the setting SUN, the meaning of redemption has metaphorically just BEGUN. A humble poet must continue to use poetic fuel, not as a weapon, but as a tool. Positive Poets’ work is far from DONE.
CHAPTER 2: From A Humble Poet’s Perspective
8. In The Background
A humble poet would rather sit back, relax and WRITE, instead of stepping to the stage in the midst of a thousand onlookers to RECITE. It’s better for me to be unseen and unknown and allow my poetry to promote positive LIFE.
A humble poet belong in the BACKGROUND. I practice my poetry while walking through the woods and smile when I hear my very own poetic SOUND. That’s when I discovered that having an intimate relationship with Mother Nature is where all essential elements can be FOUND.
The public eye will never witness paparazzi following me, trying to cash-in on priceless PHOTOGRAPHS. There will be no groupies asking for AUTOGRAPHS. A humble poet’s only concern is to try and live right while walking along a straight PATH.
Fame nor fortune are among a humble poet’s GOALS. I only wish to create virtuous poetry. Then, I can shine my poetic light, bright enough to guide lost SOULS out of their deep, dark HOLE.
More and more wrongdoers will begin to RISE. A clean and sober lifestyle is the PRIZE. We’re as innocent as children if we ever DECIDE to set ASIDE our bloodthirsty fangs and our ferocious DISGUISE.
A humble poet will continue to speak softly. However, my pen must slice and dice with the sharp blade of a warrior’s SWORD. Wrongdoers will be awakened and given the power to sever their master’s umbilical CHORD. The image in the mirror will roll out the red carpet and present to them a well deserved spiritual AWARD.
MEANWHILE, true believers everywhere will be given the courage to escape the jaws of the hungry CROCODILE. Sinful activity will slowly become deleted from the crooked path walker’s FILE. As these events begin to unfold, a humble poet will be sitting in the background, writing rhymes with a SMILE.
9. Poetry Is My Therapy
Sometimes I can EASILY get frustrated and become ANGRY. Other times, I’m sad and LONELY;