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    1 Minute with The Bald-Headed Poet

    An Epicurean’s dream: Feast your eyes on this! A poetry show that never existed, bringing you motivation and inspiration in minutes; this isn’t your average poetry experience! Meaty phrases, gritty sayings, impactful poems, insightful rhymes, meaningful paeans and provocative pieces that sound like rap lyrics. Lines that are worth gold: “Poetry is good for the soul,” plus stay tuned to hear a scripture verse. Coming to you every Friday to share a quick speech, don’t skip a beat, please spend one minute with me. Lend me your ear gate, and I promise to make you feel great, or else you can leave the scene. Grace and peace. xoxo

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    Latest Episodes:
    Scrub Daddy Poem Sep 29, 2023
    Show notes

    The Original Scrub Daddy is made from a unique material called FlexTexture® made of a polymer which changes texture – firm in cold water and soft in warm water.

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    Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
    -Poetry Beast

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    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
    ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree


    See It Through - Edgar Albert Guest Sep 29, 2023
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    See It Through, By Edgar Albert Guest
    When you’re up against a trouble,
    Meet it squarely, face to face;
    Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
    Plant your feet and take a brace.
    When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
    Do the best that you can do;
    You may fail, but you may conquer,
    See it through!
    Black may be the clouds about you
    And your future may seem grim,
    But don’t let your nerve desert you;
    Keep yourself in fighting trim.
    If the worst is bound to happen,
    Spite of all that you can do,
    Running from it will not save you,
    See it through!

    Even hope may seem but futile,
    When with troubles you’re beset,
    But remember you are facing
    Just what other men have met.
    You may fail, but fall still fighting;
    Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
    Eyes front, head high to the finish.
    See it through!

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    -Poetry Beast

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    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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    Prose and Cons Talk: False Prophets, False Prophetess and Sarah Jakes Roberts Sep 22, 2023
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    A prayer cloth is just a piece of linen,
    Anointing oil won't heal you if you're not a Christian,
    A word from heaven could be from a demon,
    Those ministries don't deserve your tithes and offerings,
    Stop giving away your hard earned money!
    They're thieves and you're their ATM machines,
    Making a lucrative business off of False Prophecies.
    You gamble and play the lottery,
    Winning because of luck, dreams and visions.
    Fallen angels are lying spirits,
    Yet, you think it's God's goodness.
    Pray for False Prophets, False Prophetess
    and Sarah Jakes Roberts.
    May the Lord show mercy and kindness.
    They'll be judge for deceiving God's children,
    Just because they say they're saved,
    doesn't mean they follow Christ Jesus.

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    -Poetry Beast

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    I'm tickled pink,
    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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    The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost Sep 22, 2023
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    The Road Not Taken, By Robert Frost
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;
    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,
    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.
    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

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    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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    Where the Sidewalk Ends - Shel Silverstein Sep 15, 2023
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    Where the Sidewalk Ends, By Shel Silverstein
    There is a place where the sidewalk ends
    And before the street begins,
    And there the grass grows soft and white,
    And there the sun burns crimson bright,
    And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
    To cool in the peppermint wind.
    Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
    And the dark street winds and bends.
    Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
    We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
    And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
    To the place where the sidewalk ends.
    Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
    And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
    For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
    The place where the sidewalk ends.

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    Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
    -Poetry Beast

    Please accept my endless gratitude,
    I'm tickled pink,
    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
    ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree


    Prose and Cons Talk: Power Lines and Electromagnetic Fields Sep 15, 2023
    Show notes

    Very little is said about the subjects;
    it's under wraps like covid,
    yet the data isn't bogus.
    A reason why people live off the grid,
    or away from the community.
    What if there were a vaccine
    that defended us from energy?
    Since technology is determining our mortality.
    God will be the light in the heavenly city.

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    Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
    -Poetry Beast

    Please accept my endless gratitude,
    I'm tickled pink,
    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
    ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree


    Love After Love - Derek Walcott Sep 08, 2023
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    Love After Love, By Derek Walcott

    The time will come
    when, with elation,
    you will greet yourself arriving
    at your own door, in your own mirror,
    and each will smile at the other's welcome,
    And say, sit here. Eat.
    You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
    Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
    to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
    all your life, whom you ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.
    Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
    the photographs, the desperate notes,
    peel your own image from the mirror.
    Sit. Feast on your life.


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    -Poetry Beast

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    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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    If - Rudyard Kipling Sep 08, 2023
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    If, By: Rudyard Kipling

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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    -Poetry Beast

    Please accept my endless gratitude,
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    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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    The People Upstairs - Ogden Nash Aug 25, 2023
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    The People Upstairs, By: Ogden Nash

    The people upstairs all practise ballet
    Their living room is a bowling alley
    Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
    Their radio is louder than yours,
    They celebrate week-ends all the week.
    When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
    They try to get their parties to mix
    By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
    And when their fun at last abates,
    They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
    I might love the people upstairs more
    If only they lived on another floor.


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    -Poetry Beast

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    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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    Beyonce and Seances Aug 25, 2023
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    Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter is an American singer, songwriter, and businesswoman. She has been recognized for her influential artistry, vocal abilities and performances, and is considered a pop culture figure of the 21st century. (Wikipedia)

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    You're a gift!
    Thank you for your time and attention.
    It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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