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POET ON POETRY: Poet of the Week-Malik Peterson

POET ON POETRY: Poet of the Week-Malik Peterson: My name is Malik Peterson and I am an American writer living in Qatar. I have been writing casually since the 7th grade, where I ...

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Poet of the Week-Malik Peterson




My name is Malik Peterson and I am an American writer living in Qatar.
I have been writing casually since the 7th grade, where I began to write short stories. Later on I got into poetry after reading Edgar Allan Poe’s, “The Raven”. I guess you could say I was sort of mesmerized by the way he put his words together in rhyme, and how he carried out the story.
I’ve always aspired to try my hand at a “raven” of my own but haven’t yet gotten around to it. Though he is my biggest poetic influence, I have been careful not to become a “Poe copy”. I have recently embarked on a more serious approach to writing, while attempting to develop my own style and set myself apart from others.

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Questions for Malik Peterson

1.            What inspires you as a poet?        
I think the world. It’s so messed up right now so it gives me a lot of material. I try to keep things I write about very real and grounded...even though I may sometimes express it in a spacey way.
2.            What advice do you have for other poets?
I would tell others not to limit themselves, and to find their comfort zone.
3.            What prompted you to start writing poetry? 
Three words: Edgar Allan Poe
4.            Where do you see yourself going in the future as a poet?
 I just want to continue trying to be creative and do some things that haven’t or haven’t often been done before. Wherever that takes me...is where I will be :)

5.            What are your favorite poetry journals?  
I don’t really have any. I am just a big Poe fan really.

6.            Can you tell us a little about the poems your chose to present today? 
               What inspired them maybe, or anything else you’d like to say about them
Ok...well...generally I don’t set out to write poems. I may be driving home or in the shower and something just pops into my head...and I feel like if it is something I just have to write down...then I will just continue formulating it. So that is my process. I just thought I would clear that up lol.

The Color Blind Manifesto: Basically I am tired of color and race separating us as humans. I saw a video of Greg Jones(LB NY Giants) proposing to his girlfriend after they won the Superbowl. Greg is black and his girlfriend is white. Of course...the comments on the video made you feel like you were in the thick of the Jim Crow era. The anger of black women towards a black man being with a white woman is comical to me because your life has nothing to do with his. If he wants to be with a green woman from Uranus...more power to him. So I decide to launch this campaign #TheHumanRaceIsTheOnlyRace...and decided I would no longer recognize a person as white or black or red or yellow...but as a human. So this was the piece that I came up with during my anger with the planet over racial separatism.

Animal Farm: This one was fairly simple. Something popped into my head about how screwed up humanity is...and how we behave as animals do...or worse. Everyone is familiar with the George Orwell book “Animal Farm”, so the rhyme came and the title was borrowed.

360 Blind Eyes: This is another one about humanity...and it has a bit of a mixture of the two stances from the first two pieces. However, it mainly focuses on how jaded we have become to the ills of the world...and how we turn blind eyes to what goes on around us in every direction. Plus...I did a video for it...so that’s always good :)

Malik's Poetry

The Color Blind Manifesto

skin tones have never run deeper than blood red, but the blood shed plays an off-pitch tune when those tones leave another one dead
another one fled...into a crowd of black...shot,shot,shot...now all we hear is howling black...

 
but that night...against the backdrop and the back light...the same exact fight raged on between black white.

That’s right...the years number above the thousands...this illness was feigned real...til we believed it became real...M√ľnchausen.

Brown tan...where hatred can be seen about sand...bomb,bomb,bomb...when every decision to detonate...was about man...

a devout plan...to never let this green earth mellow...misuse of missiles has afflicted red yellow...but the affliction of the fellow is were red yellow revel...

they boom bass and hurl treble...and devastate the state on every conceivable level...

then light dark...hearken when they are bellowed...to hold down the fort...set the conflict at the threshold...
just cold...the waters are an icy blue...the greens are dull...all the colors of the rainbow...just can’t seem to lull...the quandaries and conundrums...from which we’ve gleaned this hull...the hardest exteriors are still sinkable...
He hates...she hates...they hate...me too...I’m black...she’s black...he’s black...we’re cool...but she’s white...he’s yellow...they’re red...I hate...these fools...let’s placate and inundate...their faces with these tools...then let’s...teach our...kids all of these rules...let’s practice...what we preach...and let the...feces breach...these schools...

our attitudes never seem to change...and smell just like sheep stool...through civil rights and pillow fights...we’ve behaved like donkeys...jack asses...and cheap mules.

© 2012 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved

"Animal Farm"
Civilization
Has no more civilized nations
Civil rights vacant
Civil unrest...heightened...blatant

Civil liberty...
Typo statement
Civility...
Lipo taken...

To the point where...
Path to chivalry ...
Knights won't take it
Nights go aching...
When the lights don't make it
Coupled with the sirens...
Sidewalk art
And viral agents

Say this...
Despise your cages
But no sight...contagious
So as the fight post rages
Cattle grazes...
Stomachs filled with
Venom...vitriol...
And alloy razors

Shallow sight gazers...
Hear dinner bells...
Turn into flower takers

But these gardens don't need them
Hardened folks see them
And still see these seeds reaching...
The gardens of Eden
How do pigs sleep and eat in...
Their own filth that's seeping
And seething into other creatures' keeping
And how do the creatures
Keep the meat from leaking
From the cubs and the kids
While the wolves are breathing

Now the dogs are barking
The sheep are bleating
the only thing civil is war
Even their teeth are bleeding

But they keep on leading...
Lambs to the slaughter
And hungry hyenas
Lick chops at your ham of a daughter
Vultures circle...
Undead rams in the water...
Because it was only a matter of time...
Until they dammed up the honor
The sly fox...
Croons his banter for the blotter
His answer to the farmer...
This land's a goner...
We animals garner the power...
.
.
.
.
Humanity...no longer

©Malik Peterson 2012. All rights reserved.

 
360° Blind Eyes
Those street corner pharmacies don’t bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
death...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it’s not my kitchen...

He’s Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...

but at least it’s not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it’s not my decision...
and it’s not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it’s not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it’s not my crime...
so it’s not my execution...

You know it’s not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
so it’s not my upheaval...

No matter the hood you reside in...
or wood you confide in...
when the evils oblige men...
on what will you rely then...?
what will you give back...
to combat...
the chaos...
will you find solace...
in hoping that they stay lost...?
Or will you turn to your left...
and tell them them “That’s not right”...
tell them “Put down that knife”...
tell them ”Stop that fight”...
tell them “It’s not all white”...
tell them “It’s not all black”...
tell them “What’s right is right”...
and on the back of that...
tell them “It’s not a matter of choice...
but a matter of fact”.
These are the breeding grounds...

of carnage-eating...
mentally-shackled rats...
that hope to garner Eden...
by harming legions...
of other carnage-eating...
mentally-shackled rats...

now they simply practice and act.
So will we call upon ourselves...
to bring the world ease...
or keep turning blind eyes...
.
.
.
.
at 360 degrees...?
© 2011 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved

 
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