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Never stop growing
Run wild, run free
Set sail on the wind-
Fly high with me.
Gold and sweet,
Just like your dreams
Never let go dandelion
Hang high in the sun's beams.
Drift if you must,
But
be led - be carried too.
Send your roots deep into the ground
Sprout up someplace new;
Get lost, be found.
Roar
like a lion,
Be a King or a Queen!
Be soft, be sweet, be aloof
Daydream.
Hang on tight Dandelion,
Twist and turn with the wind
Bend toward the sun,
Let the light and the rain come in.
Never stop growing,
Run wild, run free:
Jump into the waves
Dive deep with me.
Never let go,
Catch up to your dreams,
Hang on tight,
Find out what it all means.
Dandelion
© 1997 by Tanisha M. John
Wildly foolish blue bizarre,
Jaded, jagged paper panorama;
Oblique, indecipherable word shadows
Dancing across the world.
Straight numeric points of light,
Distinguished and kleptomatic, gleaming
And permitting not the smallest glimpse
Into the unknown.
Sit stacked up to the mountain top,
Grab hold of a cloud and float
To the moon.
Catch the raindrops,
and fall back into the sea-
Don't break the chain.
He shall fill your empty vessel,
With all that you thirst for;
Soften your heart, open your eyes
And dance into the unknown.
Dance Into It © 1998 By Tanisha M. John
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Poetry is the music of the soul, the abstract
dreams that our minds create in colorful chords and crescendos - rising and
falling and rising and falling and rising like raindrops and rainbows drifting
across the sky intoxicating the soul, take a drink.
Tanisha's words flow with ease and
fluidity like Cupid’s arrow to the heart of its intended. She has been
heard on
Energy Twist Radio, and this spoken word artist is not only committed to
creating eclectic and socially diverse works of art, but also to
community
involvement.
Born Tanisha M. John, she grew up in
Brooklyn, East New York. This February born Aquarius, is a poet and
author who has
performed all over Brooklyn; and sometimes reads her writing in formal
literary
settings.
“The reason I
started writing was because I was so shy and introverted as a child,
writing
became my only recourse; the only way that I could be heard. It also
helped me
understand who I was to become and who I was at those moments when
nothing around
me made sense. For a while it was the only way that I could express
myself –
and then I learned how to talk. The world was spoken into existence. I
was
spoken into existence, so why shouldn’t I speak? Speaking is the
beginning of hearing;
hearing is the beginning of understanding.”
Tanisha has recently founded a
not-for-profit organization called New
Voice
New Visions to encourage artistic abilities in youth and to promote her
involvement in the community. She champions a number of social and
global
issues such as health care, child abuse & endangerment and
environmental
justice. She has made her living as a community liaison and outreach
representative,
and altruistically believes that the world can be a better place.
Tanisha was first inspired as a
child by
the
slave poet Phillis Wheatley, during a Black History Month school
assignment; and later by Shakespeare, the psalms of The
Bible
and Dr. Maya Angelou.Click Here To Plant A Tree  Hello Green Tomorrow
I Am the fertile soil that nourishes you, the arms that embrace you, the voice the whispers in the night saying "Everything will be all right." I Am she upon whose back you walk, shoulders you stand and cry on when you are hungry and afraid;
It is I who cleanses you, quenches your thirst - restoring your soul; it is in my waters that you wade. I Am the cool breath of wind in the summertime, and spring's sweet rhythm and rhyme.
It is the comfort & warmth of my womb that you seek in the winter;
Do you not hear me calling you home? Pulling at your soul's center? I Am preparing a place for you to rest your head and dream:
Trust that all will be well when you wake.
Fruit of my loins, I Am the Earth Mother, the peace you long for on the mountains above. I Am the place from which all things begin and end, come home to me - what can compare to my love?
© 1996 By
Tanisha M. John
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